>:: weather pattern ::<

"brew"

like a pot of water

tip me over easy

i breathe demons and make your soul vanish

you small time like particles

colletively i'm your atom bomb

can't stop my thought process

clashing with times new roman text

swallow whole my the drum beat in your chest

i'm not rhyming for sake of fame

i rhyme for the sake of my name

a wordsmith beyond second lights

drove straight past 3 road splices

headed in a direction that most couldn't drive

i have arrived...i dare you to get in my way

who you? stopping me isn't an option

you 3.5 inch disks have only one choice....flopping.

as you all were.

>:: erotic prose #2 ::<

"spark"

give me a first chance to envelope you in my mental

dance around me like soda fizz fresh from orange Crush

skate around my fingertips and lifelines

wrap your subconscious in the thought of enjoying my presence

it seems arrogant yes...but i'll bet at one moment in time you sought me

dreamed about tasting my lips and reading my eyes

just as I have wandered through your phyiscal landscape in my third eye

and seduced you with my art of war

i can tell you about how i'd suck sins from your soul

and drip fruits in condiment-al bliss

licking lasciviously across your almond mounds

and bending your legs back in boomerang manners while vibrating against your walls

...yet more than anything, i want you to...want it....and me

not because you can see that i'd fuck your brains out...or in....

but because you can see the entire picture of two beings

disappearing into the fabric of abyss together....

....and yes, you will cum.

as you all were.

>:: erotic prose #1 ::<

"taken "

open your eyes...stop searching your eyelids for answers

a moment ago you swallowed the taste of your own skin on my fingertips

giving me a little bit of satisfaction at the way your body contorts

i think i could live in this moment through instant replay

you say you don't want to be controlled but i can see otherwise

teasing me with a view of your self-bitten lips

moaning with single syllable ecstasy

and my finger fuckin you into heart palpitations

i don't want it fast so i taste you through your panties

evolving into other worldly beings with sugar highs and 5 hour energy lows

Fiji water near bedstands and sheets ajar

give me something seductive and i'll mind fuck you into submission

watching scarves caress your wrists

restraint in this aspect is good

cause if you can't touch me you can't run

and i can feel the seizure bulding between your prism

i take a bow and use suction techniques past Oreck

call me Dyson because the technique is strong

you keep fighting me but i know you want to cum

and i'm prepared to swallow your nectar

inner thigh shaking...signal for closure

and i...stick my tongue inside

feel your walls collapse on my extremities

and watch your eyes search your eyelids while calling God with your vocal cords....

push darling...Kegels have done you well

and since your clitoris is still swollen with wanting attention

....round 2 should be nice...right?

as you all were

>:: 12:30a ::<

"plea bargain"

i have given it thought...and i should pass it to you
nobody knows the story of us....because it wasn't written
i have my regrets...we conversed in a manner not ordinary
and i can't help but wonder if the conversation ever ended...

i send you this silent innuendos of my intentions...
in a failed attempt at hoping you'll pick up my affections carry them safely with you each morning ...
but alas they've fallen on deaf ears...and blind eyes
and to my chagrin, you've forgotten that i'd protect you...

and anything you represent...with a feverish pitch past pneumonia temperatures
it's dark...and hell certainly is hot i will only rebroadcast this admission one time let's make a deal....you know i want you
let's not play that game....because we both suck at chess
accept what is....for what it will and can be
and watch my footprints across the sand carrying you past your pain...

COPYRIGHT 2009 PHREETHOUGHT ENTERTAINMENT

>:: 3 a.m. ::<

"Inspired"

Earth moves in revolutions...and hours stand still

my destiny is to become a speaker of free speech in a land shut down

you know not my capability and i'd advise you against stepping on spiritual stones

you can't crush the willpower of a forceful creature and merciful teacher

I spare your existence only because the balance is needed

Too much good and sweet produces rotten teeth

and complacency...comfortable with what is normal

my vocal cords shatter lung cavities into slow breath vestures

behold the sight of a black knight with breast plates

sword in hand approaching the forked road

looking at my choices in life and saying to the 4 corners

"watch me fly above them all".

wind through hair strands and light from hazel eyes

carrying the pain of 7 years of self inflicted torture

when my soul returns to mortal soil

you....will....tremble.

as you all were.

>:: you can run... ::<

...but you sure as hell can't hide. I don't overstand why people insist upon behaving in a way that doesn't align with their natural personality. I don't know if it is because it is easier to use facades to win people over or if you just GENUINELY don't like who you are as a person...but i'm a realist...if i'm a bitch, that is who i'll be....if i'm quiet, that's who i'll be....but what i won't be is a conformist...relishing in the attention of people that i might otherwise never deal with...and i think that is why i paused my foray into the music industry....because it is very easy to surround yourself with some not so great people...but that is life in general but it appears to be on a grander scale there in my opinion....i don't deal well with facades...i don't deal well with knowing you're being a fake frozen fish....i don't deal well with ANYone who claims to be a friend but when it really counts, you are nowhere to be found....

This is also the ugly dragon in relationships too....i had my fill of trying to be someone that i'm not in a relationship before and it didn't turn out pretty....matter fact, the next person i date will most likely have happened across this ad on my blog: "wanted: woman who will accept me for who I am and not what they want me to be. must realize that the sun doesn't shine on their ass and must also realize though i have a more masculine persona as a woman, i am sensitive and NOT like a man. must also realize that where two spirits gather, there is bound to be discord. your representatives need not apply. questions? contact me: phreethoughts@gmail.com." Seriously if you live in a bubble of what you want your ideal mate to be and you've had it before and it didn't turn out so well, maybe you ought to think about changing the scope of what you expect from someone or what you want in a mate whether they be physical qualities or whatever. and that is another thing....how often have you actually found someone who looked like they just stepped out of a photoshoot of King (or whatever you straight people read lol) and they actually balance it out with the mental? Keep going for those trophies and that is all they will be in your mind....past reminders of when you conquered something or in this case someONE.

This entry is simply to say....be yourself. I overstand the need to set the bar high when it comes to relationiships...yes i get that part....but if i find someone who is 95% of what i need in a woman and is only missing that small 5%, I won't be passing her up because she is "fat" or whatever the hell. That is stupid and superficial. You should kill yourself immediately. No like right now. KILL YOURSELF.

as you all were.