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I am but a puppet to my heart's passion

In the crudeness of the night

Truth and shadows mimic the twilight

And things that hide in the light

Become plainly and vividly in sight

There is a rawness to utter darkness

It is, in my opinion, what many fear

Because inside your head, free of noise, it is a coward that always appears

As dawn lifts the sky and the sunlight draws near

Your reality begins. Enjoy your life of sin.


"This passion, this burn, this fire... it will consume me eventually."

Me, myself, & my mic

Me, myself, & my mic
"My touch sets the pace as I lace my fingers around it's thin waist, and my voice sends static music that hypnotizes you without a choice, and my words? Oh, my words. They are the potency behind my sweet lips poetic bite. Just me, myself, & my mic.

Self Portrait

My body aches with desire
My fingers itch with passion
My mind yearns for truth
My heart screams for compassion
Live with purpose
Fight for a cause
Find reason for each breath you take
Because everyone dies
But not everyone lives

Monday, August 15, 2011

Lust

It may be true that there cannot be passion without emotion, but lust? Lust can simply exist. It simply is.
Regardless of how it is manifested, it manifests.
It can be a look
An outfit
A scent
that leads to hands roaming a body that does not belong to you
Kissing lips that want to devour and conquer you
Even though they know they shouldn't
Lust
Can it grow from this guilty pleasure manifestation?
Probably not
But that thrill
That excitement of such a taboo act.....
well,
It's my favorite sin.