When you are here,
Even the air feels better.
Food taste good,
Even in bad weather.
Music makes sense,
Love songs sound better.
Love sharing my drink,
Cause your slime on the straw makes it taste better.

Beautiful - is her.
Can't explain, or compare; her beauty.
These words, this world lacks.
For her,
my passion,
Burns fire.
With desire,
My heart attacks.
As our opposites,
will attract.
Just in time
Too react;
Two eyes,
Making contact.
Bright-eyes,
Meet their match
Love at first sight,
I just sigh,
as I imagine that.

My rages
Tearing pages
Going Cray
Ripping pages
My flow
Changing phases
Amazes
On stages
Front row
Front pages
Your rapping, verbally attacking
Any Enemy slacking
Riff Raff'em
Taking charge
Like a captain
Ice challenge
Chilling living lavish
Way Above average
About to fix me a samwich
Let us with cabbage
Went H.A.M.
Over some beef
Got bread
Hand some  cheese
Hate spam
Love trees
Cool breeze
In Belize
Blowing Lush Kush
In blush trees
Across seas
They love me
See a tree huggers bush
Land and strip; No leaves
I'm cooler than an oldies, in his ******
Eating Coco puffs watching ice-t
In a wife-tee, drinking iced ice-t.
Spiking spike, while playing Exite Bike on an old PC
Laughing so hard
I *** ***
I wish you
Could see me
On HD with an HD
With At&T;
Getting my P.H.D.
Figure it out
Too late
Quarter past three
Then they
Passed me

He is the wild one: one of few; forbidden to the duty of wages and plagued with presence of good mind. governed by the laws of responsibility. strongly abide, to time, as does that of passing tide. to the strength of his scripts, morals guide, his ethics incline. the power within he seeks--his depth, miles beyond the measures of mind. alone he walks with faith, in his experience gained through the knowledge of time. his character  unyielding without purpose amongst the many; blind eyes gossip-- within small circles of selfishness. he thrives within the realms of reality-- clarity he seeks, to understanding he is bond.

Your juices run down my finger.
The slim from your kiss linger.
My eager grows;
thirsty for your taste,
sweet embrace,
Go figure.
Your figure,
Controlling the pace
Of your waist
You whining,
Hips grinding,
You are trying
To hasten the pace,
But this ain't a race.

I would rather feel
the harsh sting from your silence
than nothing at all.

hi, it's friday. i
am saying your name, but no
longer in prayer.

A drop of oil
Though surrounded by ocean
Still wholly alone

I draw the hot bath
For you, my sweet goose bumped girl,
Your smile draws me in.

My memories have
A tendency to be vague.
I remember Chris.