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Fly indeed. /Has my decision affected you? Made a solid impact on your life? Celibate thru default but will make a conscious effort to maintain virtuosity for your wife? /Grant her the blessed gift that your curves and thrusts provide? Different angles, lifts, melting inside? Sending chills as you vibe thru her passionate cries? /And why without the obstruction of false material supplied! Since tests prove positive that you are negative so thru love you shant risk to die! /False promises of love for lust you do not need lie. Because your feelings are tru and to God’s Will you abide. No one gets hurt no babies birthed by, a woman who you share no spiritual ties. /Why allow flesh to rule the mind when every time in the end somehow, someway we get burned like the sun in July? My soul has cried and now it’s time I learn to live by the wordz of Our Father Most High, if I want to experience a better life, with much less sorrow and much less strife. /And to meet King and become Queen and the knot we will tie. Why the things that I’ve seen and yes it is fly. /STD’s kill like weeds chocking life force breathless left to die. A.I.D.’s the disease bringing fam to its knees. So I indeed plead to thee to intentionally live their single days in celibacy. /Cause I hate to see black babies left without mothers and mothers left without seeds. /Bird was jailed, confined to a cell because she allowed anger and jealousy to consume her fully at news that he was with flesh and blood sexually. And child that is young knows now it’s no fun to be a mommy at the tender age of seventeen. /Did no one ever speak of her potential to be a QUEEN? To reign is supreme! To maintain her virtuosity? /WHEN ARE WE GOING TO REALIZE EXACTLY WHAT IS AT STAKE? How I wish I’d known then what I know today… REWIND LIFE!! /Tears dry, awful wordz never spoken, broken heart unscathed, I HATE YOU, I hate you, I love you, it’s not over, Parkway return to 3rd, cramped bed with the television overhead, a body shooting antibiotics into the IV, PULL, PULL, PAUSE – push, push, ten tiny toes compressed against plastic container, cannot contain tears, cannot contain anger…that’s my child in your cup… /GOING BACK before inanimate objects probed before lying on a slab empty inside bleeding and cold with no hand to hold, back before tears in the Monte Carlo and water flowing without ability to control, wordz on letter disappearing so he was never shook up, EPT never purchased, never peed in a cup. /Back to first test never used never needed, before birth control was required to be heeded, before that first night occurred wine influenced induced orgasmic preludes to an uncertain future in which one of us seduced, back in time to 25 to 21 pinning you to the wall was fun to prior to a need to have chemicals implanted in my arm and back further before boredom boxed with North Side charm. /Back to sweet sixteen but if I’m honest I’d admit not quite and if I’d known then what I know now the pearly gates would not have parted that night. And I might be in a better position in life, and I might have gotten it right, and the tears in my eyes right now I might not have to fight had I realized the value of my being alive and kept my legs closed ‘til the knot was tied… /But life happens so I am not vexed. And now, on to the next….your turn my dear. Sweet. X.
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