Conviction: Life Sentence

2009-12-24T12:53:00.002-05:00

I love the art of word play...pay close attention and see if this poem ends up where u think it will.....

Conviction: Life Sentence

I lay remorseless with ease upon my face,
Guilty of taking another life I feel no pain,
I wont regret it or cry for the person I killed,
I must admit I enjoyed the thrill,
Convicted to life by a jury of my conscience deep within me,
The life sentence I'm serving will be completed without agony,
He had to die,
It was only a matter of time
As I looked at him smirk and saw the twinkle in his eye
Hell yeah, that nigga had to go as I watched become aroused at the slightest scent that touched his nose,
I heard him flirt subtly,
Taking woman by surprise,
Reacting to everything with a pussy and thick thighs,
I watched his and her eyes meet,
In a lustful manner from their head to their feet,
I saw her soul and his soul connect,
As she smiled when she felt what was once flaccid become erect,
I saw the bond between the two knowing his feelings werent true,
I watched him flirt aimlessy awing many girls,
With the intent of caressing soft skin and fuccing up curls,
Many a times he lied,
Yeah this nigga had to die,
So I woke up on a cool crisp day,
Filled with misery and met him face to face,
Shook his hand and before we could part,
I pulled my blade and stabbed him in the heart,
Again and again i stabbed feeling no pain,
As I heard him scream and cry his life away,
And I stood there dazed in a pool of his blood,
Laughing and celebrating over hat I had done,
Yet now a week later I lay at home,
The new home at least where my actions had me sent,
I must pay for the murder I've committed,
I now serve a life sentence,
I finally cry, emotions flow inside,
My clear blue skies are now a gray overcast outside,
ANd seconds later my gray skies come down in an array of drops abusing an icy ground,
And I think to myself,
"What have I done?"
"Was it wrong or was it right to draw another mans blood,
To take his life and leave all misunderstood?"
"Was it so wrong to leave him there dead?"
And then i eased and the answer cleared as I turned my head,
I saw the most beautiful things I have ever seen,
I saw the love of my life laying next to me,
I was there after MURDER and I wasnt alone,
I was in the new place my conviction sent me....a happy home,
And for once I think back about the past I lived,
and i realize the man I once was is gone,
It all is now clear and my skies now blue,
The murder was committed and I now see why no pain was felt,
I was getting ready of something I could finally let go,
A piece of my self,
And the conviction of life will be well served,
Because a sacrifice was made for live and the "life" we will spend together will be well served.

~Lifes Profylactic~

The Intimacy of My Womans Eyes

2009-12-22T10:58:00.004-05:00

They say eyes are the mirrors to soul....oh the depths that ones eyes behold....I had an ex that dark-brown almond shaped eyes...and the way she looked at me....man....thats probably what I miss about her most.....anyway this poem was dedicated to her........eyes!!!

The Intimacy of My Womans Eyes

Her chocolate coated almond eyes make the chocolate of my skin melt,
Not in her mouth or in her hand
But melt in a trance from pierce of her eye's intimate glance.
Pierce me, yes
Like a dagger through my soul,
My body cant lie or deny my mind's goal
So,
Easily I feel her push deep within me,
I bleed the blood of purity,
A sacrifice of me within me,
She,
Has a subtedly to her nature,
Bitter yet sweet,
The intimacy of my woman's eyes is like ocean deep,
Depths unknown
Waves wash all anti-monogamy away,
As,
Those ebony eyes negate my mannish urge to lie,
I want her,
She knows it,
Confidence,
She shows it,
Through her eyes she exposes
And reads my hidden arousement,
She,
Has no doubts,
She reads me like a subject in Brittanica,
She studies me with her eyes,
she researches her prize,
She,
makes me open,
Those eyes comfort me,
And those eyes fall upon me with ease and productivity,
Productively,
undressing me,
Seductively teasing,
The intimacy of my woman's eyes without touching deceives me,
Does she want me?
Does she truly understand,
Her eyes bring me close and put relationship in my plans,
Her eyes show interest,
Her eyes show smile,
Her eyes talk to me without the parting of her mouth,
Her eyes bewilder my youth,
Like I'm her toy she plays,
Eyes so powerful, strong like x-rays,
She,
penetrates my heart,
one made of stone,
As her dagger stabs the stone shatters and it purifies my soul,
The blood within me warms,
And damn the blood flows,
flows below the the waist,
Makes me yearn for waiting holes
Ooh,
He so raunchy,
Ooh,
He so nasty
Her eyes tell me she wants me,
Her eyes read she can have me
Intimacy,
Her almond eyes shaped perfectly in their socket,
Her eyes take my heart from chest and places it in her pocket,
Hey eyes know when I'm happy,
Her eyes read my sad,
Her eyes pique my interest,
her eyes make me bad,
Bad has never felt so good,
Damn its contradicting,
her eyes make inches rise and takes love making to new sexual peaks,
Her eyelashes paint on canvases,
The makings of me,
Making precious art of me everytime she blinks,
Giving me,
A quick yet substantial release from her eyes trance,
Watching her eyes roll is like the wind of an intimate dance,
Man,
Her eyes emit everything she feels,
Her eyes are the keys to her hearts will,
Her eyes tell me she wants but she's afraid to give,
Her eyes stare at my lips when she craves a kiss,
Hey eyes fixate on my abs when she's physically aroused,
Her eyes fixate on my tongue when she wants me to go down,
Her eyes fixate on my dick when she wants a good pounding,
Her eyes laugh, they cry, they pout and they smile,
Her eyes come filled like a box with surprise,
The intimacy...............of my womans eyes.

~Life's Profylactic~

"The Art of Word Play"

Conviction: Life Sentence

The Intimacy of My Womans Eyes