>:: 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.

>:: must be something in the water ::<

...or the reverse because i haven't been inspired by anything....don't want to write...rap....spit poetry...nothing....it is truly a dry spell.

i'm becoming a bit of a recluse again....to the point that i am withdrawing from people who are close to me....i know it is a phase but i can't pinpoint what started it this time....maybe it is the natural Pisces in me and the need to swim freely...i haven't a clue....i don't consider it a bad thing because everyone needs space and time to themselves to figure out...life.

on a totally unrelated note......in an old journal on another site, i would always write of this woman that i loved beyond reasoning and understanding....and how i hated the fact that i did love her that way...and how i'd tried so hard to just get over her....and it just seemed fruitless....i stopped trying though...and i think she is one of those people that i'm supposed to be connected to for the rest of my life but i don't see the purpose any more....don't see why she keeps showing up in my dreams...and this could easily be overlooked if they were just dreams about fucking her but they aren't...they're endearing....like i'm supposed to take care of her....from a distance....and i don't even know how that is possible but that is all i can gather from them....so i guess i'm supposed to pray for her or keep her in my thoughts or SOMEthing....i just wish it wasn't so....again...because i don't want to keep rehearsing this dead play....i don't want her and i KNOW that for once....but whatev...my dreams are sometimes torturous reminders of what could have been...and what would never be because i'm not chasing it anymore....but...i'll say a silent one for her....and hope she hears my heart of concern....and doesn't take this as an ego stroke if she ever comes across this entry.

not much else to type about....life has been quiet....and with all the noise in the world right now, i welcome it with open arms.

as you were.

:: I'm trippin ::

i have to fall back. this is not me. and it isn't normal. and that is all i have to say about that.

carry on.

>:: Above It All ::<

inspiration always comes and goes....i lift my glass to toast someone that inspired me to write this erotic prose...and for the first time, it's not because i want her. pure inspiration. God i've missed that....enjoy!

"Above It All"

candlelight dawns spring forth signs of intimacy...ladden sheets across pillow topped mattresses....liquid subsidizing in massage oils...this wasn't supposed to happen...

but that is always the story of unexpected good intimacy....friendly we were....friendlier we became....this was a..."i know you're good at your job and my muscles are tense.".....deal....but the tension evades the inevitable of your eyes penetrating my soul....you're not paying attention...or maybe you are like i...trying to rise above it all...and overstand the respect of not crossing the line....but....here we are....twists strewn across eyelids....and a fast forward replay of when passion took hold of two souls....beaming with just enough light to peek into the darkness and say...it's okay....

it's hard to bear false witness when i'm watching you in your element....looking past my eyes and rubbing oils between fingertips....across my biceps...over my shoulders....across my temples....and i'm trying to be cool about this shit but it isn't working...you're smiling and saying "relax"....but again, you're not paying attention...or maybe you are....like i...trying to rise above it all...while you accidentally brush a fingertip across my lips...i can only imagine that you didn't see my eyes close with satisfaction....breathing in the scent of whatever the hell that is you're wearing...it is intoxicating...and turning me on...and it shouldn't but...queen...we see you...we being my third eye....the soul...we breathe your essence...we get lost in this moment when you are...doing your job...

i'm fading....fast...trying to regain my composure....you request..."turn over"....i know that was professional...i know...but it sounded..so...damn....good....now to ease tension in my back you combine movements against my skin....easing my muscles into relaxation...my face forward....move to my lower back....my eyes close...down to my calf muscles....i'm losing....you say..."your breathing change...relax this muscle"....i say..."i am relaxed"....you say...."turn over"....locked eyes....shit...i am screwed...i'm supposed to respect you...i'm supposed to know that this is only some crazy intense horny something other that i've conjured up....but something in that moment suggests that i'm not as crazy after all....you say..."okay i'm done"....i say...."great let me get my things"....

i've been in this place before....but why does your home seem more inviting now?.....watching you walk toward the door....my mind has taken over...i feel me walking behind you....i see the keys in your hands....i heard them drop to the floor....i felt my breathe on your neck.....heard your heart pace quicken....heard your breath change....felt my arms wrap around your waist....breathed in the scent of jojoba oils and mango....interesting combination....watched your shoulders tense....watched you turn around....you say..."what are you doing."....a statement.....i say..."nothing."....felt my hands rise to your face.....skin against skin....felt your skin temperature change....warm....comforting....but again, you're not paying attention...or maybe you are....like i...trying to rise above it all....

i saw...your jacket fall....felt my fingers unbutton your blouse....watched your eyes watch mine....saw the reluctance of accepting this...moment....watched my fingers slide behind your head...felt my body pull into you....watched your body relinquish some control...saw breath exchanged between us....watched my lips connect with yours....remembered that they were soft like i imagined....tongue included...shit....here we go....hands underneath blouse....shit....nipples erect....i have to put my mouth there....that's what i'm telepathically telling you....and physically oblige....felt your fingers in my twists....savor them like i haven't eaten in years....bite...just a little...place hand in the small of your back....push you against wall....watch you atop my shoulders with pants on....watch you atop my shoulders with Vicky's secret on....tease because i've been known to do this but i am....so...ready to have you....shit...still losing.....watch your legs over my shoulders....while on the couch.....i haven't taken anything off....kiss bikini area....tug at underwear with teeth.....kiss inner thighs.....but you're not paying attention...or maybe you are....like i...trying to rise above it all....

my mental has exited....at this moment it is my pleasure to please you....watch underwear disappear....kiss queendom...feel you shake.....flick tongues....introduce your queendom to me....say hello....bowing already.....breathe into life pulsating.....watch your eyes search your eyelids...suck softly....moaning...hands in my hair again....called jesus....God...and whatever deities would listen....breathing fast....sucking slow....playing with the juices bursting across my lips like....fresh strawberries....forgetting that...this is about respect...i am respecting....your decision to....release all internal intimacy....into my external surface....you're fighting me again...i don't want you to orgasm quick either....torture....i see it in your eyes....i feel it in your bodies rhythmic moving with my mouth.....i can't see you anymore....face buried.....lost count of how many times your queendom opened and shut on my chin.....you're getting closer....you say...."oh my god"....you say...."oh my god"....you say...."oh shit"....warning signal....slow down my pace.....tighten my lips around your clitoris.....holding the release in my lips....you say...."please....".....i....lick....licked....am licking....furiously....watch your body shake....in seizure like contortions.....an orgasm from the soul....still shaking....still squeezing....still releasing....and i...swallow.....and you're...not paying attention....or maybe you are....like i....trying to rise above it all.

HerSexy(Interlude) - Ms.Wyldchyld & Kajmir Royale

>:: a robust realization ::<

in most of my quiet moments, i reflect....like any natural hueman being...without the distraction of what's going in on the world...and focus more on what's going on in my world....there is turmoil...but it is only inner....i know this is the stage where i destroy and rebuild...and this time i'm a bit more sure of what to destroy...often times when you are seeking yourself, as i put it, you chop the good parts out because they've been intertwined with so much MESS....everyday is a day that i'm learning to love what it is about me that makes others smile and even venture to this here blog of mine...its a kind gesture that says "hey, you're interesting"...well maybe that is loosely interpreted but you all get the gist....

i'll recover me i'm sure....no one did anything to get me to this place but me....and i have the womanistic sense to gather every ounce of wisdom i've been given over the last few years of my life to try and turn it all around...it's going to hurt....no change or Seppuku (not THAT extreme but it flowed with the entry LOL) can go unmeasured in the volume of pain radiating from every body part....you have to take a good hard look at yourself and say i really do need to change...some days are harder to get out of the bed and face myself...and face reality....but you should all know something about me as well that's really important.....

.....i have always...and will ALWAYS....continue to be...

a WARRIOR.

carry on.

:: this can't be life.... (whose line is it anyway?) ::

There has to be more to my allure than just a deep stroke and hurricane tongue...i'm 1 mile to 30 and i'm at that awkward place (again) where i question my existence....who am i to the world? what is my struggle all about and in that regard, why is the struggle absolutely conducive to my ascension? My ex once said that anyone who's rich either got lucky or are fuckin criminals. I'd like to think the former is more true than anything but reviewing the current state of the economy and the masculine bastards that control it suggests...otherwise.

I don't like trying to figure me out at this stage of my life. I mean i should have gotten it at this point RIGHT? And yet i keep making these childish mistakes only to overstand....*snaps fingers twice*....nothing. right back at square one. I want to be more for someone than just good intimacy. the most important thing is getting reacquainted with self all over again. but for now, this...CANNOT...be...life....

....and i refuse to accept my propensity to make you orgasm as my only winning quality.

carry on.

:: i'm a poet muthafucka! ::

.....and you know you want me to talk dirty to you. observe. =)

>:: public service announcement ::<

arrogance is only attractive if you have the charisma to back up or the physical depth to entice someone into your arrogance...it is okay to think you're the shit but let's not fool ourselves this is an OUTWARD appearance emotion...at least most of it is and i'm starting to wonder where you cross the line between confidence and arrogance?

i have the tendency to bend the rules a little with the way i think and i do have the mentality of if there is something out there that i want and i want it bad enough i WILL get it. plain and simple really....but i'm not incessantly arrogant...i just know what I can do and will get things accomplished....that being typed, if my natural human nature bothers you, then perhaps you need not spend so much time paying attention to ME and focus on your mirror image.

this has been a public service announcement brought to you in part by the good folks at PhreeThought Entertainment.

carry on.

Touched(Inspired by the book "Twilight")

i picture my fingertips...tracing the outline of your cheek bones
grazing the fine hair strands of your arm...raising sensations inside your chest
the prickly pin feeling...when your heart rate intensifies...
i want to have that effect on you....sliding nail prints across your eyelids lightly...
my breath tracing the nape of your neck in an effort to remain controlled...

i picture the small of your back against the groove of my right palm...only allowed the permissible
act of relishing in the rush from exchanging energy....between two souls
i imagine my lips against the accent point of your collar bone and throat...caressing your ecstasy carefully...just to feel the bristle of your skin tone brushing against my pleasure seekers...

i see my nose tracing your abdomen....becoming intoxicated by your body's natural scent mixed with Dove and lemongrass...
i see the arch in your back maintaining composure because it is a promise to not take it further...but as i....use teeth....to bite the zipper of your pants, i can tell...you like....to be....touched.

COPYRIGHT 2009 PHREETHOUGHT ENTERTAINMENT

:: sweat glands ::

it is interesting to note.......that months after i told everyone to stop panicking behind the economy my various stocks went UP. hehe. i just wanted to point that out...while they're up because we know it fluctuates. I hope more people are starting to invest now...there are some really good companies out there at cheap prices...i've been purchasing mine one paycheck at a time because i seriously want to see my return on the bail outs funded by my tax dollars...therefore, "i'mma" go get it! Because i still don't trust our government...especially if they continue to move in the method of giving the "Federal" Reserve TOO much power with these companies. I'm not liking that. At all. And "we" are paying attention to "you".

I've been exercising like a mad woman over the last two weeks...partly because I'd slipped into this routine of eating food late at night after work...NOT a good look....so now I've decided to work out twice a day...which for some people may be normal if you're in good shape but for me it's NECESSARY because i don't feel like one 45 minute session per day does my body any good....it's not like I'm trying lose weight fast...it's just clear to me that my metabolism is not as fast as it once was when i was an active yute. When i think about it more, my goal isn't to lose weight but to maintain an active and healthy life....not lifestyle...there is a difference and if i have to tell you what it is, why are you stalking my blog? =)

My personal life is okay. I don't post much about it in this blog dear stans because this one is for shits and giggles and i've given too many people access here purposely so they wouldn't have access to the OTHER blog. don't ask. i'm not telling you what it is lol.

carry on.

>:: are you attention...again? ::<

the world is all OVER the place right. AIG showing their ass and then trying to justify it. Congress' infighting...governor's refusing money to enhance their own political aspiration....hold up let me speak on that last part.

To the governors of various states that are refusing the money given to help your constituents out: you are as stupid as the people that elected you and if they elect you again for ANY office, they are even MORE stupid. i would never support someone who turned their back on me only because they wanted to further their political agenda. Meanwhile i'm homeless and hungry as ever. No. You are the weakest link. Goodbye.

Again, people need to chill the fukk out with all of this nonsense about how much money Obama is spending. People for the last and final time, it didn't take us 3 months to get into this economical hell, it won't take us that amount of time to get out. If you've ever owned a business or studied the blueprint of people that own them, you'll know that you have to spend money to make money. that is no different now as we are in economical HELL and sitting back twiddling thumbs is NOT going to resolve the issue. Please warn yourself and overstand that this is going to be a lifetime commitment and it has happened before(recessions that is) and we WILL get back on track..as long as we don't let these criminals that are playing russian roulette continue to do so.

as you all were.

>:: unlucky fukkin 13 ( the expletive filled entry of pissivity) ::<

For the most part, i keep my mouth shut when it comes to matters swirling the blogsphere....i ignore it and if need be, comment on it at my leisure and discretion. I must speak now because this shit is hitting too close to home.

TMZ...you need your ass beat. Period. I can't fathom what was supposed to be gained by posting that pic of Rhianna...and I'm not even a Rhianna stan...but i am a WOMAN...and this shit was insensitive and irresponsible on your part...i don't care if your cornerstone of existence is the vociferous shock value of "oh celebs are people too", that was just...low. On top of this, i can't help but think that you THIRSTY mofo's are also to blame...if you wouldn't pay attention to all these people out to get come up off the back of someone's personal pain, maybe these sites wouldn't exist. Be that as they may, they do...and some person with a moral fiber should've said "THIS is fukked up. We CAN'T." Seriously TMZ. FUCK you.

Speaking from the perspective of someone who's been in an abusive relationship before, SOME of you need to shut the hell up! You have no idea what it's like to see love reflect terror in the mirror you're staring into that is your life...you should never judge someone and whatever situation they're dealing with...even Chris...because YOU don't KNOW. Again, i don't condone his behavior...i actually want to shank that high yella bastid myself....but it isn't my place to pass judgement...nor issue street justice...i surmise the demons have started haunting him already...that's enough torture if in fact one is truly remorseful.

The more i type, the more my blood boils....i'm truly ashamed of the society we live in where this type of exposure has become acceptable. fuck that. i don't accept it. And TMZ, you are officially on timeout.

carry on....

:: tings no run we(random post of randomness) ::

I think it's safe to think....if more people did it, there would be a lot less drama in the world...but overstand that the world will always have drama...and that's another thing...people who say they're drama free are the absolute CATALYST'S at creating drama...i don't believe that exists...the capability of being drama free...because even when you're not looking for it, the shit finds you...need i point to our recent example of Chris and Rihanna fiasco....


and ANOTHER damn thing...i'm tired of people talking about THAT shit...we have a fledgling economy...mofo's changing their mind about holding positions in office at the last minute trying to make the brother from another mother look even more unqualified...folks STILL dying in Darfur and ya'll are blogging day in and day out about some shit that won't matter 2 weeks from now...let the record reflect i am no advocate of violence in any regard but scot dammit if ya'll don't chat and keep it pushing on this SUBJECT so help me i will send 2 girls and 1 cup your way!

sweet lamb's wool jesus....i've gotten all out of place with the original thought of this entry...but then maybe not because it is supposed to be out of order and all over the place....scatterbrained-ness is where i thrive pimpin...fukk your inside the line coloring ass!

carry on....

>:: Snorg tees love ::<

copped that hoodie from them. don't say i don't put ya'll up on nothing. as you were.

>:: thoughts all every where :: <

i know you're watching me....ain't cha baby? *winks* =)

I don't move by emotion any more. I move by thought. thus the moniker "phreethoughts". It also serves it's duality in the name of my company. Yeah you probably haven't heard of me...oh but you will...as long as I breathe my shit WILL jump off. Here's the thing I've been battling with for quite some time....I don't like the spotlight. I'd rather be the man behind the curtain nah'mean? My plan was to sell myself and then sell my success to the workers to become the boss. Just like any street dream, apply it to corporate life.

I don't much believe in religion but I know there is a God...She sees me...and i believe She places people in my life for good reason. I spoke with a gentleman tonight who promises to be a valuable asset. I'm about to make moves...try to keep up with me will ya?!?!

as you all were.