I'll try to be as diplomatic as I possibly can,
But sometimes it's wayyyy better utilizing the hand.
Pent up anticipation, went suddenly flatline,
When you were expected to play, you ignored the sign.
Let me back-up a bit, go back to square one,
You boasted about your prowess, you said 'second to none'.
Judging by your physical structure, hands and feet,
Not a doubt was raised, ecpexting BONE, flesh and meat.
Utter dissapointment, couldn't believe what was uncovered,
It's like having a huge livingroom, a small center table... laughter, hard to be smothered.
Nevertheless, never one to totally judge a book by it's cover,
Maybe under it all, might have some hidden talent waiting to be discovered.
No Christopher Columbus you were (couldn't even rediscover already inhabited territory).
Still going hard at it, sweating, panting, insisting on regaining a sense of glory. This is me now o_O, ???!!!???, surprised, amazed, thinking 'poor soul',
After all this anticipation, excitement, passion...He still went for the WRONG HOLE!!!! O_O
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
PANTY-VILLE......CLOSED!!!
Panty-ville is experiencing some technical difficulties, sorry for the inconvenience,
We've become bombarded, overloaded with lies...our services are out of compliance.
Due to the economic down-turn, cost-of-living up-turn, demands can no longer be met, Unfortunately maintainence cost, marketing strategies... have not even been discussed yet.
You see... our services are one-of-a-kind, exceptional ....our business far from unique,
But unlike others on the market, we demand quality, give quantity... competitive, hard to beat. Over the years, as service providers, valued clients have benifitted from our luscious wealth,
But as any other business, it needs to be reciprocated, not left with the dirty hand it was dealt.
Maintainence - we took pride in, depending on the season, we 'cleaned' or mowed our lawn, Giving in to whims and fancies, discomfort, All to be treated like what??? A PAWN?
All that was required from our 'esteemed' clients, was loyal and faithful patronage,
But I guess that was too much to ask, when across the street temptation lured and held you hostage.
So from hence-forth Panty-ville is no longer tolerating delinquencies, we're letting go of unfaithful clients,
We've revised our policies, procedures, SELF COMPLACENCY, we re-did our Vision and Mision Statements.
Gone are the days when a simple word or gesture would open the doors of business to you,
As we said before...Panty-ville is closed, we no longer require your patronage, clients we want...NEW.
We've become bombarded, overloaded with lies...our services are out of compliance.
Due to the economic down-turn, cost-of-living up-turn, demands can no longer be met, Unfortunately maintainence cost, marketing strategies... have not even been discussed yet.
You see... our services are one-of-a-kind, exceptional ....our business far from unique,
But unlike others on the market, we demand quality, give quantity... competitive, hard to beat. Over the years, as service providers, valued clients have benifitted from our luscious wealth,
But as any other business, it needs to be reciprocated, not left with the dirty hand it was dealt.
Maintainence - we took pride in, depending on the season, we 'cleaned' or mowed our lawn, Giving in to whims and fancies, discomfort, All to be treated like what??? A PAWN?
All that was required from our 'esteemed' clients, was loyal and faithful patronage,
But I guess that was too much to ask, when across the street temptation lured and held you hostage.
So from hence-forth Panty-ville is no longer tolerating delinquencies, we're letting go of unfaithful clients,
We've revised our policies, procedures, SELF COMPLACENCY, we re-did our Vision and Mision Statements.
Gone are the days when a simple word or gesture would open the doors of business to you,
As we said before...Panty-ville is closed, we no longer require your patronage, clients we want...NEW.
THE PERFECT MAN
- All I ask is for the perfect man to come my way,
- One who's serious minded... and have no time to play.
- He must be well spoken, manerism proper,
- Dress neatly, adores me... and no other.
- At night, he must be available to give me massages... with scented oils,
- Body to body, chocolate-covered strawberries, wine, silk sheets, never to soil.
- Fingers well manicured, toes pedicured, face neatly trimmed,
- Body rigid, muscled, toned ... mmmmmm..... solid, but still somewhat slimmed.
- He must have proper bathroom etiquette ... please turn down the seat,
- After showering - on the bathroom tiles, for goodness sakes.. no print of feet.
- Breakfast in bed, lunch on the table, Dinner and a movie a regular occurance,
- The perfect host, the admired guest, confident, he needs no assurance...
- BUT WAIT!!!!......
- What am I to do with a man who's always serious minded. .. and has no time for play???!!!
- Then we'd live such boring lives, no sense of humour .... geez ... a recipe for a longer day.
- And well spoken is not such a bad thing, but let me hear a lil swearing once-in-a-while at least, Adoration is also nice, devotion sweet, but a lil competion will be cool... intensify the heat.
- Well manicured and pedicured, toned, rigid, muscled... what perfection,
- But if I really need that, I'd buy a maniquin or get a doll... and pull him out on ocassion.
- As much as I want to him to be firm, clean shaven, model material at best,
- I don't want to get bruised, or feel like a wall - instead of chest - pressed against my breast.
- SOOOOOOO!!!!......
- I'll take you as you are, loud, crass, bowl-faced an all,
- And ask the Lord for patience to deal with your attitudes/attributes, be it big or small.
- But remember to a woman's heart nothing works better than romancing,
- I still want to experience lines 5 & 6, added to that, some jewelry and midnight dancing.
- :-D
Sunday, January 31, 2010
IS THIS IT?
How do you move on from past misfortunes when it pops up at unexpected times?
How do you deal with reality, when against you people have committed atrocious crimes?
Do you forgive, forget and move on with your life?
Or do you face the issues, consequences no matter the price.
How do you live when all you want is love, compassion, honesty?
But instead, is being hurt, compromised, and made to feel filthy.
Is it me, my actions, my personality, that brings this out...I'm confused?
Despite all else I try to give honesty, passion, but still end up used and abused.
I know that I am partially to blame for some of my mishaps,
Wrong choices, loneliness, desperation perhaps.
Emotions I try to keep at bay as best as I can,
By not dealing with them, not facing them, until I come up with that perfect plan.
Putting them in a box, in a closet, on the top shelf, way to the back,
But I guess that closet has become over-filled, everything spilling out,all on the rack.
What was hidden is now visible on my face,
In my demeanor, my attitude, I no longer portray that subtle grace.
Words are harsher, persona harder, heart ice cold, eyes lifeless,
Not trusting, not believing, not accepting that despite all, my life is priceless.
That in itself is another issue God has decided to test me with,
Making it painful, unbearable, fearful of physical interaction in case I get hit.
Daily activities I once took joy in completing, even when complaining,
Has now become a task, a struggle, a fight...there's pain, Lord too much pain.
I question if He hears me, if He loves me, is this punishment for sins in the past?
If he wants my humility...if it's just a phase? How long can I endure, how long will it last?
Not able to verbally express.......Mental stability.....hmmmnnn...question???
Emotional meltdown, physical breakdown...no longer living my life with that passion.
God please hear my cry. I'm asking...begging.....to just let it end,
I have transgressed, this I know...or just give me the strength to re-start, to mend.
I know you never give your children more than they can bear,
But I am toeing the line..of my own thoughts, I have this great fear.
So much have been forcefully taken away, have been lost...torn away from my me,
I know this is not the way it's supposed to be, I want back my life...I want to hold on, can't you see?
How do you deal with reality, when against you people have committed atrocious crimes?
Do you forgive, forget and move on with your life?
Or do you face the issues, consequences no matter the price.
How do you live when all you want is love, compassion, honesty?
But instead, is being hurt, compromised, and made to feel filthy.
Is it me, my actions, my personality, that brings this out...I'm confused?
Despite all else I try to give honesty, passion, but still end up used and abused.
I know that I am partially to blame for some of my mishaps,
Wrong choices, loneliness, desperation perhaps.
Emotions I try to keep at bay as best as I can,
By not dealing with them, not facing them, until I come up with that perfect plan.
Putting them in a box, in a closet, on the top shelf, way to the back,
But I guess that closet has become over-filled, everything spilling out,all on the rack.
What was hidden is now visible on my face,
In my demeanor, my attitude, I no longer portray that subtle grace.
Words are harsher, persona harder, heart ice cold, eyes lifeless,
Not trusting, not believing, not accepting that despite all, my life is priceless.
That in itself is another issue God has decided to test me with,
Making it painful, unbearable, fearful of physical interaction in case I get hit.
Daily activities I once took joy in completing, even when complaining,
Has now become a task, a struggle, a fight...there's pain, Lord too much pain.
I question if He hears me, if He loves me, is this punishment for sins in the past?
If he wants my humility...if it's just a phase? How long can I endure, how long will it last?
Not able to verbally express.......Mental stability.....hmmmnnn...question???
Emotional meltdown, physical breakdown...no longer living my life with that passion.
God please hear my cry. I'm asking...begging.....to just let it end,
I have transgressed, this I know...or just give me the strength to re-start, to mend.
I know you never give your children more than they can bear,
But I am toeing the line..of my own thoughts, I have this great fear.
So much have been forcefully taken away, have been lost...torn away from my me,
I know this is not the way it's supposed to be, I want back my life...I want to hold on, can't you see?
Thursday, January 28, 2010
TODAY'S ENGLISH
So I met this guy in a club the other night...
The way he spoke to me made me step back, look at him, boy did that give me a fright.
He was looking good from the shoulder to the waist,
But his head was in a 2020 style, from his waist down...man...was just a disgrace.
Shoes matching a color in his hair, jumbo classes on his face, age below average,
All was put on the back-burner when he decided to amuse me...matter of fact...confuse me with his language.
He said "bay-bay, ah was looking at you an said WTF,
Yuh be ah angel ah get ah stiff one, look down ah holding meh 'co.."
Ah man dey vibesing yuh, yuh bussing style...BWDMCIT....
Yuh be ma darling, before d night ova ah gone give yuh ah big special kiss.
LOL, just wah spend some time with yuh, get to know yuh inside out,
Opps meh padna calling meh...BRB...BTW...ah hope yuh from south".
So off he went with his psychedelic self...to the bar to get a drink,
My mouth still open...looking on in wonder...'I hope he don't come back' I think.
Thought wasted... before I could make a move to leave, here he comes with company,
Another character.....good grief....this getting weirder... looking like somebody nobody.
I brace myself for the onslaught of nonsensical conversation, too polite to run away from,
I looked left..then right...seeing a friend I signaled her to save me...'to come'
"Ma bay bay...ah see we doin d double datin ting t'night,
Here is ma horse...lol... I see you got yuh bitch everyting tight an arright.
We drinkin fire wata..wah yuh havin boo?...lemme quess...ah stag,
Look like yuh go have to go get yuh own drink, if yuh want ah culd hld yuh bag.
LMAO...I just kicksing, bad man doh hold oman purse, OMG..ah want tuh piss,
Imma git yuh dis rounds... next one on you and yuh bitch, still waiting fuh da kiss."
Staring in wonder, my friend turned to the side...looked me dead in the face,
'Woman!!! you must be tripping, thinking I going and hangout with this unappetizing lump of disgrace."
Grinning from ear to ear the guy looked as if he just got a compliment,
While his friend bowed his head, took a step back, on his face....visible embarassment.
To top it off Mr. Psychedelic pulled out a cigarette, lit it there and then,
'Lemme blow yuh a kiss, a smokey heart, to chille yuh uptight arse', he said to my friend.
'I doh see waz d fuss about, allyuh oman like t make t'much style...is ah simplistic ting,
Dressin up like dat an doh expect man tuh holler...as if ah asking to give yuh ah ring.
I man just on ah level vibes WTF......I black...you black...no need to ben-an-screw,
Cheupss....gettin on like yuh all that...me, I done here yes...I goin an look for another crew.'
Now what the hell was that, I did not understand half of what he said,
I guess this it the new way to communicate...less sensible words...more abbreviations instead.
The way he spoke to me made me step back, look at him, boy did that give me a fright.
He was looking good from the shoulder to the waist,
But his head was in a 2020 style, from his waist down...man...was just a disgrace.
Shoes matching a color in his hair, jumbo classes on his face, age below average,
All was put on the back-burner when he decided to amuse me...matter of fact...confuse me with his language.
He said "bay-bay, ah was looking at you an said WTF,
Yuh be ah angel ah get ah stiff one, look down ah holding meh 'co.."
Ah man dey vibesing yuh, yuh bussing style...BWDMCIT....
Yuh be ma darling, before d night ova ah gone give yuh ah big special kiss.
LOL, just wah spend some time with yuh, get to know yuh inside out,
Opps meh padna calling meh...BRB...BTW...ah hope yuh from south".
So off he went with his psychedelic self...to the bar to get a drink,
My mouth still open...looking on in wonder...'I hope he don't come back' I think.
Thought wasted... before I could make a move to leave, here he comes with company,
Another character.....good grief....this getting weirder... looking like somebody nobody.
I brace myself for the onslaught of nonsensical conversation, too polite to run away from,
I looked left..then right...seeing a friend I signaled her to save me...'to come'
"Ma bay bay...ah see we doin d double datin ting t'night,
Here is ma horse...lol... I see you got yuh bitch everyting tight an arright.
We drinkin fire wata..wah yuh havin boo?...lemme quess...ah stag,
Look like yuh go have to go get yuh own drink, if yuh want ah culd hld yuh bag.
LMAO...I just kicksing, bad man doh hold oman purse, OMG..ah want tuh piss,
Imma git yuh dis rounds... next one on you and yuh bitch, still waiting fuh da kiss."
Staring in wonder, my friend turned to the side...looked me dead in the face,
'Woman!!! you must be tripping, thinking I going and hangout with this unappetizing lump of disgrace."
Grinning from ear to ear the guy looked as if he just got a compliment,
While his friend bowed his head, took a step back, on his face....visible embarassment.
To top it off Mr. Psychedelic pulled out a cigarette, lit it there and then,
'Lemme blow yuh a kiss, a smokey heart, to chille yuh uptight arse', he said to my friend.
'I doh see waz d fuss about, allyuh oman like t make t'much style...is ah simplistic ting,
Dressin up like dat an doh expect man tuh holler...as if ah asking to give yuh ah ring.
I man just on ah level vibes WTF......I black...you black...no need to ben-an-screw,
Cheupss....gettin on like yuh all that...me, I done here yes...I goin an look for another crew.'
Now what the hell was that, I did not understand half of what he said,
I guess this it the new way to communicate...less sensible words...more abbreviations instead.
Monday, January 11, 2010
THINGS I LOOK FOR IN A MAN
**** A HEAD ****
- Which must posses a logical, intellectual BRAIN....
Open to new ideas, to constructive criticism, to knowledge.
**** EYES ****
- Able to see what is visible and look for what is not.....
Must not be clouded with the mucus of the ignorant and 'blind.
**** NOSE ****
- To smell the fragrance of God's creations....
Not to be turned up in disdain at life's uncertainties.
**** LIPS, TONGUE, MOUTH ****
- To be used as instruments of pleasure, education, elevation....
Not an instrument of deceit and lies.
**** NECK ****
- The keep the head that posses the brain, upright with pride despite......
**** SHOULDERS ****
- There to be lent as a 'prop' in times of need, want....
And to accept congratulatory pats. (modestly of course)
**** CHEST ****
- Strong, reliable, able to protect whats inside.
**** HANDS, ARMS ****
- Open to give a hug, hold.....Gentle enough to offer strokes of pleasure, comfort , intimacy....
Yet strong enough to offer a firm grip of support.
**** HEART ****
- Open to accept the unseen, the questioned, the goodness of the Lord....
Forgive, love....appreciate what is most times taken for granted.
**** BACK ****
- Upright and able to accommodate the numerous 'knives' that are sometimes plunged in it....
And still be as gracious and sensitive as ever.
**** SPINE ****
- Straight, Strong, Resilient...
Spine made of BONE....not tooth-pick.
**** BUTT ****
- Prefer it not bigger than mine.....
But a lil cushion never hurt before.
**** PENIS ****
- To be used as responsible recreational, entertainment, and reproduction purposes.....
NOT TO THINK WITH. (Quality and class over Quantity...if you know what I mean )
**** THIGH, LEGS, KNEES ****
- Flexible, sturdy....supports the entire system.
**** FEET ****
- Well planted to the ground...
Willing to tread that long, narrow-winded road (bare-feet if need be)
**** TOES ****
Well PEDICURED.
**** PERSONALITY ****
- Sense of humor, sensitive, kind, genuine, stable...
An asset...not a liability.
Willing to compromise as much as compromising another.
- Which must posses a logical, intellectual BRAIN....
Open to new ideas, to constructive criticism, to knowledge.
**** EYES ****
- Able to see what is visible and look for what is not.....
Must not be clouded with the mucus of the ignorant and 'blind.
**** NOSE ****
- To smell the fragrance of God's creations....
Not to be turned up in disdain at life's uncertainties.
**** LIPS, TONGUE, MOUTH ****
- To be used as instruments of pleasure, education, elevation....
Not an instrument of deceit and lies.
**** NECK ****
- The keep the head that posses the brain, upright with pride despite......
**** SHOULDERS ****
- There to be lent as a 'prop' in times of need, want....
And to accept congratulatory pats. (modestly of course)
**** CHEST ****
- Strong, reliable, able to protect whats inside.
**** HANDS, ARMS ****
- Open to give a hug, hold.....Gentle enough to offer strokes of pleasure, comfort , intimacy....
Yet strong enough to offer a firm grip of support.
**** HEART ****
- Open to accept the unseen, the questioned, the goodness of the Lord....
Forgive, love....appreciate what is most times taken for granted.
**** BACK ****
- Upright and able to accommodate the numerous 'knives' that are sometimes plunged in it....
And still be as gracious and sensitive as ever.
**** SPINE ****
- Straight, Strong, Resilient...
Spine made of BONE....not tooth-pick.
**** BUTT ****
- Prefer it not bigger than mine.....
But a lil cushion never hurt before.
**** PENIS ****
- To be used as responsible recreational, entertainment, and reproduction purposes.....
NOT TO THINK WITH. (Quality and class over Quantity...if you know what I mean )
**** THIGH, LEGS, KNEES ****
- Flexible, sturdy....supports the entire system.
**** FEET ****
- Well planted to the ground...
Willing to tread that long, narrow-winded road (bare-feet if need be)
**** TOES ****
Well PEDICURED.
**** PERSONALITY ****
- Sense of humor, sensitive, kind, genuine, stable...
An asset...not a liability.
Willing to compromise as much as compromising another.
THE GAMES WE PLAY
I want to be with you but......
I need to think about it so.....
You want to stop it...CUT...
You need to be real....NO...
Words and warning sign,
Yet we persist on being blind.
When locked in togetherness, the world is perfect,
We fool ourselves and say 'this is real, this is a gift'.
STOP, STEP BACK, look through anothers' eyes,
What was so evasive, just got cleared up, as our own heart cries.
The lies, the truth, the inuendos, the facts,
Only helps to confuse...logic aside, emotions just act.
Kisses once passionate, the words of undying love our tongues spoke,
Intimacy once fulfilling, when over, we roll over, get up...poof...gone up in smoke.
Tests that were never there before, seem all so prevalent,
But when questions are asked....we make it seem irrelevant.
Always available to chat and make each other smile,
Suddenly we have so many things to do, communication will be cut for a while.
Yet we try to hold on, creating our hero, our king, our queen,
Settling for lesser than what was intended....our soul-mate, our dream.
We then question our choices, doubting our judgement, second guessing what is,
Trying to distinguish fact from fiction, logic from emotion, confusing....is this a quiz???
Chances are taken, heart is then open, we say 'it is what it is'..is it?
Wanting that feeling, that ultimate satisfaction of being hit by love..bit by bit.
Fairy tale lives, they say have no place in the real world,
We get hurt, get up, dust off..and continue persuing our goal.
Why is it so difficult to be honest with ourselves in the game we call love?
Only making it more difficult, frustrating, asking unnecessary questions from the Man above.
Hiding, lying, pretending, procastinating, fooling, controlling....
When we only need to know the truth, what is expected....each other knowing.
We then get our lives entangled in a web, undesirable at best,
We beat at ourselves, angry at failing our own stupid egosistical test.
Angry at the world...mostly at the opposite sex,
When it's we ourselves who put us in this -OUR- uncompromising mess.
Heart hardened, scarstic outlook, looking for a better way,
But we suffer our own consequences, pay the price, for THE GAMES WE PLAY
I need to think about it so.....
You want to stop it...CUT...
You need to be real....NO...
Words and warning sign,
Yet we persist on being blind.
When locked in togetherness, the world is perfect,
We fool ourselves and say 'this is real, this is a gift'.
STOP, STEP BACK, look through anothers' eyes,
What was so evasive, just got cleared up, as our own heart cries.
The lies, the truth, the inuendos, the facts,
Only helps to confuse...logic aside, emotions just act.
Kisses once passionate, the words of undying love our tongues spoke,
Intimacy once fulfilling, when over, we roll over, get up...poof...gone up in smoke.
Tests that were never there before, seem all so prevalent,
But when questions are asked....we make it seem irrelevant.
Always available to chat and make each other smile,
Suddenly we have so many things to do, communication will be cut for a while.
Yet we try to hold on, creating our hero, our king, our queen,
Settling for lesser than what was intended....our soul-mate, our dream.
We then question our choices, doubting our judgement, second guessing what is,
Trying to distinguish fact from fiction, logic from emotion, confusing....is this a quiz???
Chances are taken, heart is then open, we say 'it is what it is'..is it?
Wanting that feeling, that ultimate satisfaction of being hit by love..bit by bit.
Fairy tale lives, they say have no place in the real world,
We get hurt, get up, dust off..and continue persuing our goal.
Why is it so difficult to be honest with ourselves in the game we call love?
Only making it more difficult, frustrating, asking unnecessary questions from the Man above.
Hiding, lying, pretending, procastinating, fooling, controlling....
When we only need to know the truth, what is expected....each other knowing.
We then get our lives entangled in a web, undesirable at best,
We beat at ourselves, angry at failing our own stupid egosistical test.
Angry at the world...mostly at the opposite sex,
When it's we ourselves who put us in this -OUR- uncompromising mess.
Heart hardened, scarstic outlook, looking for a better way,
But we suffer our own consequences, pay the price, for THE GAMES WE PLAY
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