My Black Moan

My moan is full groan and it is constant, it was handed to me genetically. This spirit showed up at a tender age of 5 I thought I was alive, but I was only 5, and started the destruction in my spirit. The genetics was introduced somewhere in my blood line, and as time goes on it gets stronger as it shifts from the men and women in the blood line, and sometimes my mind and my flesh I want to test my ability to invoke my uncontrollability for mental, and physical acceptance of my “Feeling Less”. As I type this entry the spirits are reading these words of my horrific spirit genetic hellhole, through my eyes…..What do I do, continue to feed or plead for my deliverance, it’s not easy

She makes me feel….

She makes me feel….She made love to me with her eyes, and I as I stare, I see a glare of my reflection, and imperfection and I have had so many rejections in my past that did not last. She sees the good in me and except me for me. She resides with a soul that the enemy has stolen. Her time has come for to remove herself from and from the place where she could not receive, but she was deceived. She has allowed her emotions to be under, a new management, and she is right next to me.

Emotional Mistake

She caught my eye, as she walked by with a deep navy blue dress.  6 inch stiletto’s hell every man knows, a woman like that, they can make it do what it do, and then I was through.  Her caramel legs look so silky smooth, as her calves flexed with just a touch of oil, to show the form of them, as the sun, hit that hot ass.  You see when I saw her, she saw me looking at the way she floated across the pavement.  You see it just takes one look before my mind thinks about what I would love to do with that “Red Bone”.  It is a mind thing before it is a dick thing.  My mind takes it to a place that most men take it, and that is to the sheets.  The mind makes the visual, the emotional mistake.  The mistake is saying something to her, you thinking you got game, but you have nothing, but you about to get your mind fucked up with what you call game.  A woman invented the game, but a brother has tried to perfect it.  Wrong answer, you see a woman is better at it than a man is…..holla atcha yo boy!

Nurturing

If someone is mistreating you, then your first instinct is to get away from him or her. But sometimes it's not that simple-maybe you are raising kids together. If you feel trapped in a bad relationship, it's only natural that you will run to the open arms of a person who treats you well. Running will not correct the issue, but it will make your ass feel better for the moment. The flip side of the coin is most couples can not be honest they are unhappy, just like you, so they do the same things you do without any thought at all.....You see its cool when you doing but it hurts like hell if the roles are reversed.

Our Own Demise

Seeking, and sharing with others to destroy a man’s accomplishments can cause your own demise because that what is shared can do the same to you. A plot without for thought has ramifications of our own issues that have been seen but not uttered by others.

False Tongue

No weapons formed against me shall prosper, and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment, thou shall condemn, no instrument of war which is formed against me will be of any use, and every tongue that says evil against me will be judged false. I use my natural, vision to see my enemies but my spiritual ear makes me aware of what stands before me.

Bringing a Storm to a Calm

Bringing a storm into someone’s calm.  Bringing the things that is in your heart, and what is on your mind, can be so complex to define and explain that causes rain of continued sadness.  Both parties know that the storms exist but both parties refuse to acknowledge that there is an issue.  Husband or wife, boyfriend, or Boo, you can be through, if you don’t try to correct, and protect, who you say you love. Denying that there is no storm between a King and his Queen is so unhealthy.   At times the Calm, and the Storm get together and they should not have in the first place.  The Calm has had things together for a while, but before the Calm was together, the Calm was a Storm, until it began to channel that energy to arrive at this positive place in life, and what it has developed itself into.  The Storm sometimes began at birth, from a seed that was planted, for its’ future.  Most of the time the storm or the calm, did not have a choice in its birth of conception.  The specific seed planting can make the difference between, the outcomes of today’s society. 

My Angels Halo in the Heavens

As I hold out my hand to thee, my arms stretched out reaching for you.  Take my hand and let me be the light on your path as you come to me in my dreams.  As you descend from heaven, and return to earth, for the rebirth of my soul.  Expand your wings, and wrap them around me so that you can bring me, close to your heart.  What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.  As I stand before you, each day, all I need for you to love me, hold me, touch me down deep in my soul, never let it go of the love we share, no one compares to you.  Everywhere I am looking now I am surrounded by your embrace.  I see your halo, and you know you are my saving grace.  Baby I can feel your halo, and I pray it never goes away.  Words cannot describe the purity of your essence, and the serenity of your presence.  Baby the soft texture of your outer spiritual lining, clinging to this mortal body, comforts me in my time of need.  My tears of a broken heart, no longer can stain the windows that leads to my soul.  Conceptions, of your halo, and the protection, of your spiritual aromatic essence have captured other mortals. Up until now no other mortal have ever been deserving of such a gift sent from our creator.  Others have made attempts to capture you in the past.  Silence of one’s desires, can only perpetuate their unwillingness to do what it takes to partake of your greatness.  The beauty of your Angelic persona can only be seen through the eyes of the one who deserves you.  An Angel you are, but not one in need, Angel you are, I know, I can please.  I have never laid eyes on something so precious and beautiful.  Our creator have created you so perfect that he actually took a step back, and admired his own creation.  You were sculpted by the master of all masters, our heavenly father.  He took his time; first he took your soul, and placed it in the mold.  Second he took, the heart of all hearts, that I would not pull apart, or cause pain.  Third he breathes life into those lungs, below your heart, for eternity.  The creation of you was done with such precession, he had no doubt you would listen to his instructions.  After creating you he understood you would carry out his request to help facilitate what he needed from you.  What he needed to do was to create you for me and me for you.  Spirit and flesh can cohabitate with specific instructions, for no destruction.  Your halo at one time, was hanging low, yes in heaven, for such a long time in the past.  There is a high expectation for it to never hang low, but high because of the joy that is in your heavenly heart.   I call you Lovely because I do not know your heavenly name.  I call you heavenly because everything about you is so divine, is the reason I call you mine.  Our unique arrangement was granted by our creator, it is the first of its kind, is the reason it stays deep inside my mind.  Our love is so strong that your fellow angelic siblings are envious of what we have.  Yes, the earth realm and the spirit realm are having its first union in holy and spiritual matrimony.  This union ‘So Let It Be Written, So Let It Be Done” this is about to began.  The day or the hour will be known by no one but the ones in Love.  Allow me to love you from now to eternity, Diamonds and pearls are not of your world.  The glow that your spirit carries, can light up the heavens and the earth, it has been my desire since my birth.  From my flesh to your spirit I want you to bestow on me what is in your power; endow me with your Angelic Love and emotional showers for an eternity.

Written by:                                                        The POET                                                           June 23, 2009

Food For Thought

A perfect body often houses a deformed soul.

Sexual Deceit

The spirit of sexual deceit are hidden behind the spirit of innocence, but the eyes reveals a small peak into the windows of the spirit that wants to come to the surface to whom you will meet in life. If your flesh longs for some mental and physical attention you will be deceived on the spirit that wants to devour the spirit in you. Do not be mad on about the type of person you let in your life. Your flesh feels good for the release you got.

My Magic Wand

The soft swift stroke of my wand sometimes can be mis-understood, but also feels good by the way it is presented to who shall receive it.  The depth in-which it travels, can have one spellbound before its partaker can conceive what’s really going on.  The wand is strong in its own right.  It explores areas that others are afraid to venture; the topics of conversation’s that prevails from its force are superb…I am back in my lab with a pin ad a pad, using my wand. May I take your order?

Understanding You

Today’s subject today is “Understanding You” class participation is recommended but not required. For those who choose to remain in the dark and sit in the back of the class so you can’t be seen.

The Cookie a Man’s First Taste

From the womb, men have been destined to taste the “Cookie” for the first time.  A male child has desires for the taste what he does not even know.  That taste is so indescribably awesome, and can take his breath away.  The first taste is so addictive, and once it has been achieved the male child wants, it each time the thought enters his mind.  It is sad but true the first taste was from his own mother. Even if the child was born by cesarean, he was close enough to smell the cookie, what he has never tasted before.  Hormones in all foods that are fed to this male child are impossible for him not to get it.  The mother first eats the hormones in various foods that are passed through the breast during feeding.  The formulas, for children even have the hormones in them, to further increase the mental and physical maturity. Boys as early as 5 years of age, desire sexual satisfaction, and have a natural thirst for this desire that will never leave their hearts, or minds.  The desires, is to constantly attain this taste, is like a Bat needing to feed for what he feels he needs for survival.  The feeding is never enough, the more he gets the more he wants.  One specific feeding ground gets old, and he desires other feeding grounds.  The feeding of these desires turns into breeding.  When the male child turns 9 or 10 years of age the desires intensifies, to the point he begins to do things different.  The difference is he begins to be concerned about his hygiene.  Simple things as taking a bath on a regular basis, and asking one of his parents to purchase cologne. The male child wants to smell good. He knows at his young age that a scent of a male can capture the attention of a woman to further his need to be inside a cookie.  There is a spirit of possessiveness that begins to take place.  The possession is like finding a gold mine, he stakes his claim on a woman, and that he thinks he has the right of passage over her cookie.  Knowing that the cookie is really hers, but in his young warp mind it belongs to him.  In the mind of this preteen he is king over the various cookies he enters.  The cookie owners have said they have no idea that they know what the cookie do to a man. That is so far from the truth, they know. A male child matures in some since of the word, he learns, more about himself, and his body.  His level of understanding about the cookie, and how it makes him feel, has come full circle.  A man’s skills, to invoke the woman’s mind to give him what he needs become second nature.  Various moves while performing various sex acts enhances a man’s ability to get the cookie again, and again.  A man will continue to change his cookie partners, throughout his life.  Over a man’s lifetime, the cat and mouse game for the sake of the cookie, get very interesting.  Sometimes the man and the woman use the power of their organs to attain, material possessions.  Cars, purchased, mortgages paid, personal debts, etc. The only way a woman will ever understand the power of her cookie, is to become a man.  The ethnicity and the external physical make up may have a grave impact on this process of getting some cookie.  Men have desires for different flavors of cat that will make him just explode with excitement.  The flavor or the color of the cookie owner intensifies the orgasmic explosion, of his climactic session of his individual expression, with the giver.  The power of a cookie makes a man creative side comes into play.  A man will desire to use helpful, toys, oils, to help them both boil, with excitement.  Some religious and non religious men have problems with even thinking about going to purchase any such tools.  Even, with suggestions from their wife or girlfriend who would like it.  A woman asking, or hinting does not mean a man can’t handle his business, during an intimate moment?  What it means is she wants more excitement and wants to enhance the moment.  This could also mean she has had someone in the past that could hit the bottom, of her hot canal, and fill up her hot hole all the way up.  A man has to know which situation he fits in.  Couples that may be experiencing sexual frustration can fix that problem for as little as $7.95 cents.  For $7.95 can only fix or enhance what the two of them already have going on at a specific time.  This toy is known as “The Bullet”.   Some men go through life thinking that they can really lick or stick a cookie better than any other man walking.  One thing a man should “NOT” do is to ask a specific cookie giver, is he the best she never had.  Well, I am sorry to tell you that there are men out there that will put a particular man to shame with their skills.  Your wife or girlfriend has run across a man like this in their life time.  Before you she has had a few or many, it really does not matter.  If a man asks that question, he should be ready for the answer.  A lot of times a woman will not save your ego, and she will speak the truth, and “Rip” your heart out right out of its socket.  You’re wife or girlfriend doesn’t want to hurt you, but hey you asked. So men, you want to stay away from that question.  Okay, take a walk with me about fixing, or enhancing the cookie session.  Get your girl to lie down and close her eyes on the bed.  Begin kissing her closed eye lids, then taking your fingers, and lightly running your hands on both sides of her neck.  Doing this will definitely make her tingle all over. Change what part of the body you will touch.  Don’t just automatically go to the chest.  While kissing you’re boo passionately, and gently touching her breast with your hands will have her moaning, and squirming for more.  Take out your new toy, you purchased for $7.95 and push the little button on the top, and place it gently on and off of her “Clit”.  At this point during the cookie session, she will begin to grab your “Rod” of ecstasy.  As, the “Clit” continues being stimulated, your partner will get so wet, and may even cum, before you get inside the hot cookie.  Now, come around in front of her, and continue rubbing her “Clit” with one hand.  With the other hand, slowly rubbing the head of your rod, in and around her very wet cat.  When she is at a point of no return, thrust yourself deep inside, back and forth, your wife or girlfriend will cum, back to back, a guaranteed to scream, an breath hard.  Your wife or girlfriend will be so satisfied with the added member to the family.  Men of various backgrounds sometimes have trouble keeping it real about, the cookie and its power.  Sometimes, religion, or manmade rules and regulations make some men shut down, and not discuss the desires, or concerns.  The cookie over the years have even made men even commit murder.  Remember a man try’s and stake his claim on something that is not even his.  Also the cookie has even destroyed governments, and city officials. Pastors and elders in the various Christian churches have closed churches.  Souls have been sold to the devil for the sake of the cookie.  A cookie over time has caused family’s pain and turmoil.  A man being married, and his flesh is week, and being faithful does not even enter his thought process anymore.  The reason a man fail is, his communication with his wife stop. To help stop or slow down, cookie seekers is to talk.  If things get board, talk about what you can do to fix it. 

Written by:                                                         The Poet                                                                              April 20, 2009

Invoking Silent Communication

Body language, facial expressions speaks without an individual even opening their mouths.  The body and the eyes are used to deceive, but some time please, after you have been teased.  The silent communication is predatory in nature that makes us want to taste her, or for her to ride him like a stallion.  She is sometime another man’s girlfriend, and even another mans wife, whose life is full of selfish strife.  The silent predatory spirit comes out mostly when there is no mental stimulation, and sometime sexual dysfunction at home.  Some men are no different from a woman with their Invoking silent deceitful communication.   Silent communication is used so frequently the person doing the invoking is part of their own persona.  In the world of no positive interaction, we as humans naturally have an open or closed type of spirit that is used positive or negative.  Husbands use it on their wives, wives use it on their husbands, and both of them may use it when they are trying to step outside the boundaries of their marriage.  The lack of open communication between couples, in their mind tells them that he or she will not even try to give me what I want, so at the one instance they allow the enemy come in and change the marriage into a game that no one wins but the enemy.  Silent communication got the man and the woman together in the beginning, but after they hook up, the tone goes from silence to a lot of spoken words.  Over time the interest changes, a lone with desires then the silence returns.  Time passes and both the man and the woman continue the charade of false interest.  The false emotional and sexual interest is just taken too far.  The man is doing just like the woman, both of them just begin to give the other just enough to think they are still interested.  Because of family expectations, the couple discusses getting married, and having a family.  He doesn’t want her, and she don’t want him, but both are just fake as can be.  Hell, the man ask the woman, will you marry me, she says yes, because it sounds like a good thing, to do because the family thinks, it is great.  The same family that came up with this idea also knew that the couple should have cut their losses.  After a while of the family, continue talking about marriage, a date has been set.  The hype is on; she acts, like she is really feeling this brother.  The reason that she don’t cancel his assignment, and get another, because his chips, is a little long.  You see the cold peace is, she is invoking another form of silent communication.  The man is no different, he has basically stopped talking to his girl, but the second round draft pick, has become the number one stunner.  The wife has the title, but the side jump off has made him feel better than his wife.  Silently he has invoked silent communication, and once again the enemy has won in this game. 

You see the romance you start with you must always keep in mind that we have a desire to maintain what you had in the beginning.  Stop the Silent communication; learn to talk about everything, the good and the bad.  Remember the other shadow you have in your life, may not be the right covering you need to stand under in your time of need.  Turn, and learn to stand under the shadow, that covered your heart and mind, while walking down path of such a blissful eternity, or romance.

Written by:                             The POET                                                             August 30, 2009

From My Eyes and Thoughts My Understanding

Keeping up with personal and individual expectations can be a challenge.  By this time in my life I have stopped invoking my personal expectations on people. Dealing with me you either know your role of expectations or you don’t. By the time you make it to someone like me you got to know that the name of this game is “Love, Sex, Romance” with intensity at all times. Romance is like swagger you either have it or you don’t. Don’t let the smooth soft look fool you, this freak in me has never been tamed before but you already know, are you ready. Are you ready to do what it do, are you ready to think like I think. Are you ready to make this bank, or even ride this Dick when I need? Can you withstand the pressure of being with me? Being in my space for this race of this game call life, that can be full of strife at times. I do not want you to deny yourself, but I want you to understand yourself, and understand me. You see speaking to me, when they see, they think they want to taste the unknown of this “Bone” that peaks a woman’s curiosity. They look, they stare and get a glimpse of that passionate spirit that illuminates from my eyes, they have been caught by what have been described as spell binding, captivating, and they all speak the same thing.  Looking into my bedroom eyes speak before my lips part to utter the first words that make them want to sample this dark passion fruit. Just being who I am is a natural draw to some that think they want to know the title of this book, and experience my intensive, descriptive contents section. Before, after and during the reading of these many explosive, sessions or secessions of how I continue to explode all over the pages, of various depths, and heights of the many caverns I explore daily with no effort, of how and when these events happen.  While I secret daily, and spit this knowledge of what is needed to stimulate, the many thoughts, and minds of all of the curious receivers of this Black Knight called “The Poet”. Know topic to deep for me give you what you need at the time when you need it. You see the needs of what some are seeking answers to some intimate passionate topics; gets blocked the visual perception, of the messenger. The thirst begins and the needs of the receiver get blocked and turn into a want. The desire of the messenger has been so common that the messenger sees it, and has learned to ignore it. The messenger’s gifts along with his spirit are just part of pure stock that runs through his body.  From my eyes and thoughts and my understanding, this journey is never about me, it is about me empowering those who I come in contact with male, female, young, and even the old. This gift or this mission was not my decision it was the father who put this spirit in me, just like the spirits who seek other spirits than can pour into them, this is what I do. You see, I continue to learn while on this journey to endow others with what I have. I release what I have to give but it is upon the receiver to take whatever it is they seek as the truth, or a temporary fix or a means to and end of what they are currently experiencing. You see from my spiritual eyes, and my thoughts and my understanding.