Angles, Sprits, & Human Desires

The very essence of each one that walks near me I desire.  The forbidden fruit of intimacy continue to plague the walls of my mind. The various colors of their skin and the pheromones of the sweetness, that sits just at the bottom of their panties that absorb what I desire to drink and to taste. The inner thighs remain moist from the secretions that never stop flowing. I smell them before they reach my visual and mental satisfaction of how deep my thirst goes. That sweet aroma can only be described as mind altering. Each one I meet or see each have their uniqueness about them. Yes the external has a lot to do with how far my imagination travels but in the end they are not the same despite what others may say. The power of the very structure of her existence is that of our creator, creating each and every one of them in his own divine image.  The creation of the woman and all of her beauty internal and external would have a long lasting affect to all of mankind earthly and heavenly.  The power, the beauty, would not only be desired by men on earth but also that of some of Gods Angels. The Bible speaks about that not only was God please with what he had created but he knew the trials and tribulations of his creations would cause a break down on earth, beginning in the garden Eden and in heaven.  You see our creator was so skilled that the Angels wanted to taste what I have been describing in the beginning of this story. The only way the Angels could taste and feel what God created was in become human.  The only way to do that is to give up their heavenly abilities. Yes no more spiritual talents, no power of any sort that God had given them.  Now you know that if and Angel from heaven desires to be with the women on earth and to lose it all is some really powerful stuff. In the end God got mad at them just like he is mad at us that we are already hear on this forsaken earth that is truly a place of destruction.

Until his return the water falls that secrete from the lower parts of women will continue to give birth, and be used to control the masses of what we know as being normal.

I must go know the wind just blew by the windows of my mind another peace of forbidden fruit that I want to understand why my thirst is never satisfied. I was aware this since I was a young boy. Many have one, some have many I only have one.

Oh! Wait can you smell that, oh yes another sweet pheromone coming this way.

Shadows Of My Mind

The shadows on the walls of his mind remain dark for the unknown. The unknown is the love, attention he once had yet he took for granted it turned into rejection. The journey down a road of loneliness was caused by an impoverished lifestyle he had no control over but he had to accept. The shadows of the past remain just below the surface of his thoughts never really allowing the outside world to penetrate his deepest thoughts and emotions. He used his charisma and his charm to over compensate for him lacking the validation he long for from his mother who had no clue how deep the pain ran down into his soul. His longing to connect with a false sense of what he thought was love help further fuel his pain of addiction. His addictions and the demons of carnality he understood at an early age but had no outlet but to make every attempt to quench the thirst by feeding off of the pheromones he could smell in the wind in his sleep. The very essence of his desires as a child he knew was not normal. The spirit he first identified at a young age when he first felt alive and had to feed like a vampire on the hunt for his first feeding.  The feeding he had to get from his first victim needed to be fulfilled. After getting a taste of inevitability that spirit was full grown but it had to cohabitate with his child like ways until the time was right. You know a spirit can only dwell in a host that is willing to allow it to stay until maturity. You see he his ability to inhale that SWEETEST PHEROMONE known to mankind is his life mission.

I must go now the shadow on the walls of my mind is thirsty and wants to quench his thirst and he’s seeking another level to this spirit that wants to explode. You see to get relief from your pain you have to identify the issue before you attempt to get help.

What does your shadow say to your mind and are you acting out?

Female Pheromones Sweet Smell....

She single, needy and obviously her pheromones is telling all men she is in need of some TLC “Thick Long Cock”. Its real sad that a female don’t even have to open her  mouth and a man can tell that she has not been in the presence of man for so long, she becomes nervous. You see a woman’s pheromones are just like that of a cat, a skunk, or a dog in heat. The smell is so strong that all the men who walk near her or drive by on the street know that she’s attainable. These pheromones usually are on women who attend worship services of various denominations. Other than church, you got professional women; hell even married women pheromones are fucked up because their husbands are just disinterested, in fulfilling her emotional and physical needs. Sometimes cultural upbringing and religion has a lot to do with that as well. You see “Church Pussy” is real good pussy, because the church women have been taught since their pre-teen years to hold and save their virginity for their husbands. A woman saving herself for husband is scripture but shit, I know some church women would go back in time and fuck their Pastor up telling them that, also the mother of the church pounding that into their spirit every time church doors opened each Sunday. Pheromones of a woman speak to both women and men, now isn’t that some shit that both sexes want some of that hot hole.  This she is so powerful that men and women can be from the same family, and want to Fuck the shit out of cousin Shelly, Uncle mike, grandma is in heat to, don’t get it twisted, yes she still fucking.

You see if you have never smelt the very sexual and passionate essence of a woman’s pheromones, you have not smelt some real mentally metabolic mind altering shit that can fuck you up, just like someone sucking on a “Glass Dick, a.k.a Crack Pipe” for the very first time. The very smell of that “Pussy Secretions” makes me close my eyes just talking about this shit.

Now ya’ll gone make me want to go to church, just to inhale what I have been missing for years. The next time you attend a worship service, or go to a public office building, pay close attention to the body language, and see if you can sense a woman’s pheromones, being active.

This shit applies to men as well……Huh! Men are not excluded a woman can smell, and sense that his Dick is not getting mounted regularly, or his balls played with, nightly, by his bitch and he has not had some real hot aggressive pussy in a long time.

Now close your eyes tilt your head back and inhale!

Teach Me How To Love You

Couples meet each other on a daily basis and don't know how to love themselves but they want to start a relationship and try a love someone else. Men think that if they sex a woman up real good and buy her some gifts to validate his false surface feeling causes nothing but pain to the woman over time. A woman will try to feed a man, sex him up and wait on him hand and feet. A woman will deny herself and her children for the sake of trapping and keeping a man. Some women will go as far as asking the man NOT to work a regular job so that she can keep a watch on him.  When couples meet there are a series of questions that should be asked but it never happens becasue both the man and the woman have motives that they never disclose to the other person. You may have questions like,  Have you ever been to jail, have you ever had any STD's, do you have any children, do suffer with deppression, have you ever been raped, etc. 

If you meet someone and they say "Teach Me How To Love You", could you give them the blueprint on how to love you. Do you think they should know when you first meet. Well how can you expect love, if you don't love yourself. Love is defined diffferently by each person who desires to have it.  

The final outcome of being taught how to love can be a life changing event for both parties involved,  pay close attention.

Expectations

The Poet says……Men need to learn to secrete more emotions, and knowledge if they really want to connect with their significant other.  If women can’t see past the size of a man’s tool, or how deep he can get while scratching that occasional itch, she will always end up with the same thing, a Wet Ass, A Happy Pussy, but never the real nurturing men she needs and deserves to be with. You see without her having and expectations from any man, everyone who she meets will treat her just like a trick……Come on ladies make your man accountable for you, not just your pussy.

Broken Promises

The Poet says…Coming home to a husband or wife with no love is, like coming home to emptiness. Each day you pull up to get out of the car, and all you want to do is to drive by, and never stop. He said, he loved her but they sleep in separate beds. She said I need more from you, he said I don’t want to talk about, it. She said ok, I am tired of begging for you to touch, and talk to me. He did not care, but another man who will listen to her needs and say yes.

Boundaries

The Poet says….Boundaries is in place for a reason, “The Cause” and “The Effect” of them being broken are only determined by the one who wanted to cross them. Once the boundaries have been crossed the rejection, is a reflection of how one truly feels. Forgiveness won’t fix it, but how we process what was done will allow you to understand what direction to take. To settle is to forgive, and forgiveness is to settle. Your settlement may just be an interim emotion until you are ready to leave a place that was once comfortable to your heart and mind....

Broken Emotions

The Poet says....Being Broke reaches beyond your finance. Being Emotionally Broken and never getting help only prolongs your recovery. Condescending words against others to only subliminally fool yourself that you are better than those who you come in contact with daily. Only a foolish man stays in the dark. Spiritual guidance is great, but most often Medial evaluation is what's really needed.

Death Desires.....

The Poet says….The health of a man he may internalize his thoughts to keep his emotions in check. Death may be the end result of his illness, but his peace at the end of his journey is all he could hold on to and maintain whatever dignity to die alone in his mind. Acceptance of reality is only understood by the person with the issue. It is not meant for none to understand how a man wants to die, but his own.

The Well & The Water

The Poet says…A Well and the Water in the well are like husband and wife. The Well surrounds the Water and protects the water from the elements. The Well was birthed into his position by gender, but may not know how to protect, the water, at all cost.  As well as the Water, may be the core of the Well but she is resistant, on allowing the Well to protect her. She fears the unknown, because of her original protector, yes her father.

THUNDER AND RAGE OF A SILENT SEED

 “The Hello” 

It was about 32 years ago, the summer of 1964 on the campus of LSU when he first laid eyes upon her caramel skin and her thin frail southern structure, all 103 pounds of her, of what we call a figure that had not been stretched by the laws of nature yet.  Her name was Deloris his name was Charles, whose 7 foot skyline tower of a man.  Charles was on his way to class when he made a stop at the student store to purchase a number of things that he needed to study for his upcoming finals.  On his way to the student store he met Deloris LSU’s freshman southern beauty strutted her stuff in the path of Charles being the big flirt that she caught his eye.  With his deep voice he stretched out his hand and said hello my name is Charles and yours, Deloris she replied with her soft sexy voice being just another thing to keep his attention along with a smile while her eyes fluttered of being so shy because this man that she has met was every woman’s dream to meet a man like Charles.

                Once Deloris told Charles that she was a knew student, he took that opportunity to say, hey you need someone to show you around campus, of course Deloris said, why sure if that’s not going to be a problem for you, knowing that it wouldn’t be a problem for Charles by that smile that he had on his face.  Then Charles asks Deloris what part of the campus you are staying on.   Deloris then replied that she was staying on the eastside room 222 building G, Charles then ask for Deloris phone number to her room so that he could call her later.  Later on that night Deloris was thinking about Charles, but he was in his room mapping out his next move on Deloris.  So the next morning around 7:00 Charles calls Deloris just to say good morning to her, it was very warm thing for Charles to call Deloris because no man had never showed so much consideration or attention to her ever before, so that phone call made her feel special but she could not let Charles know that it did, so while they were on the phone.  Charles ask if he could meet for lunch, Deloris said no because she said that she had some running around to do, but really she did not anything to do but this fast pace that this man had was a bit too much for her to handle. 

Deloris told Charles that it may be possible that they could get a bite to eat later on this evening if she had the time, but really Deloris didn’t have anything to do.  Deloris was just playing hard to get, Charles knew that Deloris really didn’t have anything to do, but had to let think that she was getting over on him, the evening went on and it got late.  Charles played her game, Deloris thought that he was going to call her back to go and get something to eat, so she sat by the phone.  Every time the phone would ring it wasn’t for her it would be for one of the girls, that Deloris shared her room with, Charles never called.  Two days went by Deloris had heard nothing from her knew smooth talking friend, she was beginning to think that it was too good to be true any old way, then on that third day the phone rang, and it was him.  Charles finally called her and she was so happy, but then she could not hide her excitement any longer. Charles then knew he was getting Deloris to show her true side of how she was feeling about him just after two days; the side of her that she thought was so strong.  And the side that some men look for the weak side.

Charles and Deloris, talked, talked, and talked, one date after the other, then one night after they was leaving a party Charles had asked Deloris to come by his place for a little while.  Deloris did not know that nothing was going to happen, because after dating, and flirting with Charles for three months, the both of them had gotten bored with things.  During that short time Deloris and Charles had only did some heavy, touching, you know the things that two people do who are attracted to one another.  This particular night Charles had decided he was going to get some of this hot young southern beauty.  Deloris called herself going to try and tease Charles yet another time.  Deloris did not know what she was in for, but by the time she figured out what was happening, it happened.  Charles had enough pipes to pump oil out of a dry well; In Deloris words “He Had a Big Dick”.  Deloris body had never felt this way before.  Charles made Deloris feel like a real woman.  After that night of intense fucking, that’s all it was, between two drunken people.  Deloris was caught, the night was good, about as much as she could remember, and Deloris became deeply involved with Charles, with her emotions.  Of course you get a little taste of something good you want to get it every chance you can.  This went on for about 4 months, then Deloris was waiting on her period to come, it never did.  Deloris Smith Sims, LSU’s southern beauty from Bogalusa, was pregnant, by Charles Robinson, of Oakdale, LA.  Deloris did tell Charles that she thought she was pregnant, Charles had no response at all, and he just looked at her.  Weeks later Deloris found out she was pregnant, but she never told Charles the test was positive, and she was going to have a child. Exactly five months after Deloris and Charles blissful encounter a child was conceived.

 Deloris had many personal reservations why she chose not to tell Charles. She decided to keep the truth from him, due to his response of the initial notice of the pregnancy.  Rejection, from a man, can be very emotional for a woman, or maybe she did not want him to feel she was trying to trap him, into marriage, or an obligation of fatherhood.  After not being able to tell Charles the truth about her being pregnant with his child, Deloris turned to her childhood friend Luzell.  Deloris could tell Luzell anything, about what was happening with her.  Let the truth be told, Luzell who was very special and dear to her heart.  Luzell told Deloris that he understood about being pregnant and not wanting to tell the father of her unborn child. Well just before baby boy Cason was born, Luzell did something that most men of today’s times would not do; he asked Deloris would she marry him. On December 31, 1964 Deloris and her childhood friend Luzell went out to a New Years Eve party.  During the party Deloris was just having so much fun dancing, this is something she really enjoyed. Deloris said she was doing the bump. Three days later on January 4, 1965 at 6:32 in the morning a 2 pound, and 18 inches long, a baby boy named Cason Demetrius Smith was born.  After baby boy Cason was born, Deloris kindly said yes she would marry, Luzell “Mack” Bolton.

Deloris was so happy her son made through the birth, she named him after the doctor who did the delivery, and his name was Cason Delahouchie.  Deloris new born child should have had his father’s name, but in those days, the women were not a loud to give the child the father’s name.  In Louisiana if a couple was not married, the child was given the mother’s maiden name.  In those days that is how they did it down south.  At birth Cason had many complications, his lungs were under developed.  In addition to his lungs issues he was diagnosed with Hydrocephalus, basically he was what we know today as a water head baby.  His eyes were very large; his stomach was so bloated, he looks as if he was a child from Ethiopia.  From January through June of that year Baby Cason remained in the hospital.   In those days they did not have cable TV, or VCR’s so during the time Cason was in the hospital struggling to stay alive, Deloris got pregnant with her second child.  Come on take a walk with me and see how Luzell gained his number one position with this Southern beauty, of Bogalusa, LA.

Mind Fuck

Communication between men and women is truly an art of who can “Mind Fuck” who first and the best. The many forms of deceit have not changed but the words of delivery have gotten more effective and distasteful over time.  The game was first presented into existence in the Garden of Eden.  Yeah you guest her name was “Eve”. You know the story man was given instruction, but “Eve’s” began the deceit of convincing man what God said wasn’t anything, but hey Adam was like modern day man.  Pussy and that ass “Eve” had been able to deceive my boy Adam.  The cold thing about the spirit of deception is it will come from a woman who, a man would not think in a million years would do it to him. Over the years, women are so well with deception, that women have been sent to do a man’s job, because statistics have shown that a woman can do it more effectively, and faster. Women with the history of being a “Good Girl” have gotten in on it to, and yes even the saved sisters in the church.  Don’t get me wrong part of the deception is to continue to “Mind Fuck” you, but also to have you to believe yes, I am your wife, your girl friend, and baby I am in your corner, and I will not treat you like the women in your past, ha! You can believe that shit, if you want to.  If you listen really well the deception is in the words, before it is ever put into action.  It is truly sad that it appears that men and women get together; there is always some shit the game from the woman or the man.  Women have made choices to deceive a man, or men even if he is treating her with the upmost respect and care, and doing what I call “The man thing. You know doing what he is supposed to do for his queen, even if her ass is foul, Falkland, fake, you get the point.  Women have been deceiving men so long despite how she feels on the surface, he is just going to be used and abused in the worst way.  Slow deception, or o.k. as a slow “Mind Fuck” which is worst because it has a long lasting effect. The soft caring, or concerned voice she has have made men feel comfort, but little that he knows that the tender responsiveness to heal his last pain will be 10 times worst than what he has experienced because his last abuse was more anger than compassion.  One different is that the angry spirit speaks the truth, and will not hide.  What you see is basically is what you get.  A man over time began to think that this type of behavior is normal, and he will get it confused, if it is love, or what. He really does not know but he stays, and stays.  He began to justify the behavior of his wife or girlfriend, and agree with it, by continuing to stay in the hostile environment.  If you have ever got a chance to sit down with a man who is currently going through this or have gone through it, it is something to listen to.  The manipulator over time gets stronger, because in their sick twisted mind, it becomes a game, of continued mind control over an individual.  Studies show that the reason is to get the power first over the mind, then after that the money and the other, is a cake walk.  The manipulator sometimes is born, and others are developed, and groomed into the position, by choice.  Deception is form of affection with protection is a form of rejection with no expression to guard your heart that will always keep you apart in the dark and even in the morning light.  I can tell you better than I can show you, was inspired by true situations, of many across the world, who has been manipulated.  See if you can, put yourself in the story line.  Pay close attention, your manipulator may not want to read this story, because they will be exposed, of who they really are.  Yes I did call your wife, girlfriend, or significant other a manipulator.  Take a walk with me and see how this story unfolds, and you make the decision for yourself, and evaluate if you are being truly loved, or are you being “Mind Fucked”, in the worst man known to man, now let’s go, don’t talk, just listen……..

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