In the spirit of the Secret Gifts Concept, Which is, me giving you guys something of value, I give you something close to my heart and soul... Sonic Adventure 2. The classic sega genesis game on a PC. If you want it I will E-mal it to you. Just comment with your e-mail address.It is SO AWESOME!!!! now I digress. Even if you dont want this gift, Ive got more gifts coming, for now, the gift of Writing.....

I wouldnt mind love
If it was Mind love.
If I could love the curvatures of your Mind, love.
If I could read your poetry
as it takes me to an exstacy mentality.
Please, give me, your peices, in peices.
I want to hear your songs
read your books
Read your Blogs
Not be concerned about your looks.

I wouldnt mind loving your mind, love.
Would you mind loving mine?
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This blog is tentatively for my stabs at everything
about me that I dont show everyone
(Which is weird cuz anyone can read a blog....)

So you guys should know that I am foraying into the feild of
writing fiction. I've got a short story in the works and
you guys will be the first to see the finished product ;)

Till then, Keep giving!

I think its Important to note here that this blog is filled with exclusive material from yours truly. I write everywhere on the internet, from facebook to myspace to youtube but this blog right here? This blog right here nikka? This that nunu shit.


Twighlight is broken.
"Shawty could have been the best"
Never watched the proposal
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Everything she touched, is tainted. So I burned it all. Deleted contacts and changed my eyesight like removing contacts. I switched to my Head nigga in charge glasses.

Everything she touched is tainted so I torched it all.
Its all tainted with folly memories. So all that I copy pasted into me I trashbinned. All that once made me happy became hasbeens. Instant destruction but results were everlastin'. I quit feeding my love and it starved like it was fastin'. Then I started blastin' at the folly memories so they could never pretend to be the mockery they wanted to be. I removed tags, pictures and facebook notes. I destroyed files music and myspace quotes. I tacked a virus onto the part of my iris that considered her my eyes apple and returned my view of the world to black and white.

That's why I didn't enjoy twilight. How selfish do you have to be to taint an entire movie? I don't know if I hated it because she was in it? Or hated it because I hated it. I just kniw its tainted.

Can't bump certain Drake songs like I did. That kid. All I hear D say when the hook play is:
"Shawty could been the best, Could have been the best Could have been the best. Coulda been the best I ever had...."

Oh the waisted potential. Shit I think I'm mental......

Broken Poet Speaks

So here is my first gift.
Those who know me and sympathize with my cause
know that I HATE love poetry.
Its all so done!
However I do have a few freinds and sisters who do love poetry that I like
and they have inspired moi.

So here is a little taste of my Passion Poetry
Tell me what you think ;)


She so daaAaamn..

She's like.
She be,I swear.
She so, effective.
For I can only assume that her Objective
is to render my speech innefective.
It has has to be that she set out purposefully
to make it so I could not speak.
Or breathe.
Or see.
This can't just be a side effect.
This. Is premeditated.
Its gotta be.

My calls call out to her. We want her.
We want our minds to be mind.
Bodies to be body and spirit to be energy
as we transcend the limitations of this galaxy
dammit I want her next to me.
For some reason, Somethings of mine still carry her scent.
Or maybe the memory is still attached....

Her brown skin is a container to keep my energies in
as I transfer my desire, into her thighs and deposit
my love, into her eyes and breathe my lust,
into her lungs and give her my passion, with my toungue......

pt.1