tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27843955349770071032024-03-08T16:50:26.081-05:00Emotionally UnhingedWant to read up on what's going on with the Emotionally Unhinged? Stop by from time to time to see what's going on. You never know if you find an expression that will leave you unhinged.EmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-28970230447434865232010-04-02T20:24:00.000-04:002010-04-02T20:24:12.385-04:00I Said I Wouldn't Cry Again But...I said I wouldn't cry again<br />
Shed not another freakin tear<br />
Because some man couldn't do right<br />
But yesterday it happened<br />
Because I allowed him to steal from me<br />
I allowed him inside my head<br />
And you know what happened<br />
That nigga gave me a serious migraine<br />
But you know what...<br />
After I talked that thing out<br />
And cried until there was no more left<br />
And regrouped and reevaluated<br />
I took the time to realize<br />
That I am strong and smart<br />
That I am talented and exceptional<br />
That I am God's creature and no one else's<br />
That I am capable of greatness<br />
That I have achieved mangificent feats<br />
That even when I'm down I'm up<br />
That I am going places<br />
That I am blessed and highly favored<br />
That no one has the power to control me<br />
Or to do harm to me but me<br />
So I'm taking back what's rightfully mine<br />
And I'm not taking any crap about it<br />
I'm achieving new heights<br />
I'm working to be all that God chose me to be<br />
I'm taking success by the helm<br />
And riding it right into the sunset and further<br />
I'm taking a stand and with no regrets<br />
I'm doing it everyday<br />
One second of every minute<br />
Of every hour of every day<br />
Of every week of every month<br />
Of every year at a time<br />
Because I am too blessed to stressed<br />
And I won't be derailed from destiny<br />
That was preordained long before I was even a twinkleEmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-30419839236515721792010-03-27T03:13:00.005-04:002010-03-27T05:23:25.167-04:00What's Really Going On?I was going to let this matter pass on by but I just couldn't. People have been acting foolish and making remarks that are unwarranted and project ignorance. There inability to speak with purpose and definition makes things impossible to interpret when it comes to political matters. The latest antics regarding the passing of the health care reform show just how little change we have made as a country. People have allowed their verbal usage to write a check they really don't want to cash or plan to honor. So instead of choosing to shut up and give these news ideas a change, they speak callously without regard the inflamatory statements they are making.<br /><br />We are moving in a position direction after being blinded for so many years. We have stepped outside of our insecurities and placed our trust in the hands of a man who believes that change can happen if we are willing to work together. We have stood with him as he created an agenda of change that would not make the rich richer but elevate and provide a security for the common man. His agenda was not tailored to just those in power or those of financial influence. His agenda was designed to protect all people regardless of color, race, creed, and financial status. Because let's just be real about this thing. Most of the people that make up this country are not rich and could care less about policitical influence or affiliation. These are just ordinary people who are trying to stay afloat amongst all the chaos and turmoil that exists in our society.<br /><br />The direction that our country has been headed down over the last eight years has been nothing far from self-destruction. We have neglected the people that matter most of all - the elderly, the poor, and our children. Our country has gotten caught up in mere appearances, that they forgot about what it means to care about those at home first. We allowed ourselves to get into a boyish confrontation that not only made us look weak but immature as well. We went to war against the recommendations of NATO. And then tried to justify our motives by stating that it was for the self-preservation of the people of that country. When in actuality we had ulterior motive for our actions. <br /><br />So here we are now, with a new administration, full of hopes and aspirations of change that will take our country in a new direction. A new administration that had a plan to make baby steps that would tackle the most critical issues facing our country. But instead of embracing the change, it is being met with adversity and total disrespect. Instead of being providing constructive conversation that could lead to intelligent dialogue, all that has come about is reckless and negative retort. Given the number of years we have been an organized government, you would think that in time we would get better rather than worse. Yet we continue to delve into our past drudging up bad memories when ignorance reign supreme. Instead of moving forward, we digress and take us back another forty-fifty years. So what's up with all of this predisposed negativity because we can't have our way? Because things are not following the same path they've always followed but taken the path less traveled?<br /><br />There has to be another answer. At some point, our government and elected officials are going to have to stop hiding behind their own insecurities and jump on board. As bad as the economy is right now, there is no time for callous remarks and threats of violence and unrest. It is time for a reasonable solution that will put our country back on track and put the American people back to work. Instead of expressing the hostility of ignorance, why not try to express some form of positive change that can lead to growth, maturity, and a healthy economic recovery.<br /><br />And with a better way, there should also be a better direction. With a better direction, the possibilities are limitless. So for all of those ignorant people who have chosen to use their words as a double edged sword, remember that sword can easily cause you the same harm. These days are filled with too much <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">animosity</span> and turmoil to be taken lightly. You should not open the breeding ground for seeds that can only produce hatred and unrest. Your words should be more and mean more. It is a sad case when people exploit their first amendment rights for their own personal gain. If you don't have anything positive to say... SHUT UP! Especially those who enjoy the lime light and take pride in being seen for their crappy opinion.EmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-26541299771798804512009-09-18T14:04:00.001-04:002009-09-18T14:06:21.545-04:00Sign up and receive $6<a href="http://www.AWSurveys.com/HomeMain.cfm?RefID=MrsQueDJ"> $6.00 Welcome Survey After Free Registration!</a>EmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-49773806683073698762009-09-14T21:49:00.000-04:002009-09-14T21:49:05.041-04:00Are we really still there?To set the stage, it is imperative that all the facts are presented. The President of the United States presented two important presidential addresses in one week. The first address was to the children of America encouraging them to stay focused and stay in school. He told them to ensure that they should work hard and do their very best. In the second address, he addressed the American people in regards to the state of health. He gave some high points and expectations as for his plan for healthcare as it relates to all citizens. Both addresses contained important information for those interested.<br /><br />The first address was for our children. In this day and age, our children need all the encouragement that they can get. Many times our children are confused or apprehensive about their futures. Their uncertainty may be brought on by their surroundings or even their home life. Our President chose to address the children and give them some encouragement. To let them know that they can reach their dreams if they work hard. Instead of parents praising him for taking an interest in our children, they began with their own childish antics. Without even listening to his message, they had decided that his message was intended to brainwash their kids. These same parents going so far as to put unnecessary pressure on school officials hoping to deny all students the chance to hear what the president had to say. Some school officials would not be bullied by some parents, but they provided an alternative for those choosing not to listen to the presidential address. Some officials went so far as to disallow the address from being presented statewide.<br /><br />But what is unclear is why? Why deny your child the opportunity to be addressed by a public figure such as the President of the United States? Why come unglued about a message that was designed to be encouraging? Or bet yet, why deny the President of the United States of America the opportunity to speak to your child? We are supposed to be a nation of understanding and compassion and yet some of us still behave like primitives. Like we lack the ability to look beyond the color of someone’s skin and see the individual instead. But we are not there yet. Especially when a parent made a public display because two of her three children still watched the message against her wishes. Show your true colors, why don’t you?<br /><br />Then in the second address dealing with healthcare, a public figure (senator), yells out during the message and calls the President a liar. Now this type of behavior was beyond reproach. Why is it that a Senator felt it was his responsibility to disrespect the Head of State? With all the presidents that have taken office over the years, no Senator or Representative has ever been that disrespectful. Yet many individuals did not feel there was nothing wrong with his behavior. Is that the message we want to send our children? That it is okay to be disrespectful to our elected public officials on national television. What message are we really sending out? That the color of skin is still an issue and that racism is still the driving force in our nation.<br /><br />So the question remains, are we really still there? There have numerous people who gave their lives so that our nation could be overcome our racist past. Yet here we stand today and that behavior is still prevalent. Too many individuals are afraid of change and can’t imagine a better America only the nation that they have grown accustom to. There is hope for this country and there is still the possibility for change. That was proven with the election of the first African American President. It is time for those that have chosen to revel in their poisonous thinking to rethink their beliefs. This country is moving in a new direction that will take us to new heights.<br /><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong>Stop looking at color and start looking at the man!</strong></span>EmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-44237860179630570942009-08-11T21:03:00.001-04:002009-08-11T21:06:46.366-04:00Your Star PlayerYour <strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">star player</span></strong> is calling your name<br />They're needing your undivided attention<br />They're requiring some concentrated effort on your part<br />See they want you to change the direction in which your life is going<br /><br />So it's your time and your <strong><span style="color:#993399;">star player</span></strong> is calling your name<br />They're demanding that you allow your dreams to press forward<br />They're tired of you pushing your dreams inside a box<br />They're wanting you do the damn thing and make it happen<br /><br />So get on it because your <strong><span style="color:#339999;">star player</span></strong> is yelling your name<br />They want you to stop putting up blockers that cover your sight<br />They demand you ignore the haters and get on with it<br />Your <strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">star player</span></strong> is encouraging you to go the distance<br /><br />It's your season baby, and your <strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">star player</span></strong> is screaming your name<br />They feel that it's time to live outside of your comfort zone<br />They now you can leave your footprints in the world<br />So use your haters for motivation and make it do what it do<br /><br />Because your <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">star player</span></strong> wants you to get on with it!EmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-89296603086284862702009-07-05T22:10:00.002-04:002009-07-05T22:40:13.062-04:00Struggling with my Emotional StateI've never been much for dealing with my own emotions. Instead I have been known to bury my head in sand. Now once again I have come full circle with the emotions that I work so hard to hide from. Stay tuned for more...EmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-72360136488768324262009-06-28T21:45:00.001-04:002009-06-28T21:45:11.649-04:00Behind the Mind of a Writer - Relationships/Female<a href="http://fromawriterspovarticles.webs.com/relationshipsfemale.htm">Behind the Mind of a Writer - Relationships/Female</a><br /><br />Shared via <a href="http://addthis.com">AddThis</a><br />EmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-86226477454996123762009-05-30T01:24:00.001-04:002009-05-30T01:24:32.783-04:00From A Writers POV - Relationships/Female - Broken but not Broke<a href="http://fromawriterspovarticles.webs.com/relationshipsfemale.htm">From A Writers POV - Relationships/Female</a><br /><br />Shared via <a href="http://addthis.com">AddThis</a><br /><br />EmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-54740953220775769782009-05-21T23:34:00.001-04:002009-05-21T23:34:24.406-04:00Passing moments…<span xmlns=''><p><span style='font-family:Arial; font-size:12pt'>I find myself sitting here meditating about the future. Wondering about what exactly is in store for me. I am a fighter of sorts and know that without my commitment and perseverance I will not achieve the greatness that is granted to me by God. I will continue to peddle away at my thoughts. I know that there is a bestseller in me. I will continue to put my thoughts on paper until I come up with something that is too good to put down. Bear with me as I share my thoughts.</span></p></span>EmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-21351629041476078632009-05-18T00:54:00.002-04:002009-05-18T00:57:17.648-04:00Just a Note....<em><span style="color:#000099;">Over the next couple of weeks, I will be posting pieces of my writings that I would like my followers to provide feedback on. Your feedback will allow me to make improvements and take my writing to the next level. Don't be shy. I enjoy constructive criticism, it's what makes me a better writer. After all I am aiming to become the next writer to make the bestseller list for the New York Times.</span></em>EmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-76039728189608605082009-05-18T00:48:00.002-04:002009-05-18T00:53:22.293-04:00A Dirty HustleHe was one of those guys that on first impression people took for granted. As far as they were concerned he was just some little dude that they could take advantage of. They even went so far as to think that they could handle him. What they weren’t expecting was in that five four stocky frame was a monster. He had learned early on not to take any shit from anybody. He would be grabbed into his environment early on in life and once he was brought in, it would take a minute before he walked away. They called him Dirty but his government name was Damien Jackson. This is the beginning of the story of the Dirty Hustle.<br /><br />Fuck! Here I am laying here in the cold hoping that someone heard something and called the cops. But in my line of work, most people chose to mind their own business. They didn’t want any parts of whatever the street hustlers had going on. That gang life had people scared to death. They didn’t want any parts of the drama our life entailed. This was my life and here I was reaping what I had sowed. I was lying here in the dead cold of night, amongst freshly fallen snow, with three bullets to the abdomen, not sure if the paramedics would get here in time to save my pathetic ass life. At this very moment, it seemed that the streets were betraying my black ass, paying me back for all the reckless hell-raising I had caused. These were the same streets I had hustled on for damn near ten years. It was these same streets that I had raked in my countless amounts of dirty money slanging drugs to the fiends that craved it. Now here I was with my black ass, lying here in the damn snow bleeding to death because some young cats decided it was a good idea to fuck me up. Some young punks from another set had ambushed me and shot me down like a dawg in the streets. They had planned to rob me for everything I had. I guess they were a little pissed off when they discovered I wasn’t really packing anything worth taking. They were hoping to score my drugs, jewelry, and monies. That’s how I wound up with the third shot to the abdomen. See I wasn’t no dumb ass nigga. I already knew the game. I knew that to survive in these means streets, I was going have to be smart about how I traveled. So I never traveled with large wads of cash. I always stashed my shit and made sure that I was not carrying enough to draw attention to myself. That’s why I’m lying here with three bullets drilled into me fucking up my brand new jeans outfit, praying someone was going to call it in.<br /><br />By the time the cops and EMTs arrived I was unconscious. They weren’t expecting me to make it to the hospital. But I wasn’t trying to leave this place before I handled my business. Those motherfuckers that shot me up were definitely going to get what they had coming to them. I was fighting to live just so I could fuck their asses up once I got out of this damn hospital. But one thing at a time… I need to take you back to beginning of this lifestyle of mine. It wouldn’t be fair not to give you a glimpse of the monster that is before you now. So let’s go back. Way back…<br /><br />I grew up on the mean streets of the NY. That’s right New York. I was raised in Brooklyn right in the middle of the hood. My role models were hustlers, pimps, and dope dealers. I was no ordinary dude. I wasn’t six feet or anywhere near it. I was a little dude. At the close of puberty, I was barely five four and people thought they could take advantage and roll right on over me. But what they didn’t know was that I was smarter than I looked. And fear was not an option in my life. My mother was a crazy wicked woman who didn’t mind bashing a nigga’s head in. Fuck with my mom’s and you definitely would get fucked up. As a matter of fact my mother could roll with the best of them and didn’t give a fuck about cutting up a nigga when she got pissed off. I can recall plenty of nights having to go pull her out of the bars because she was drunk as hell and ready to whoop a bitch’s ass or a nigga’s for that matter. That’s just the way she was and she wasn’t even thinking about changing.<br /><br />Early on I knew I was going to have to be able to handle myself. I wasn’t the biggest nigga on the block. As a matter of fact, I was probably one of the smallest in the neighborhood. Which for some kids might have presented a problem, but for me it just meant I would have to be ready for anything. I worked out daily to ensure that if I needed to beat a nigga’s ass I could hold my own. My first victim would be when I was about ten. Some dude thought that he was going to disrespect my mother and get away with it. The dude was a neighborhood crack-head who was always trying to rip off people. That crack had his ass in a choke hold and he would do just about anything for his next hit. That fool had made the mistake of snatching my mom’s purse while she was returning home from the store. What he wasn’t counting on, was having to deal with a nigga like me. He had his coming to him and I was going to make sure that he never forgot it. When I located that fool’s whereabouts I beat the brakes off that fool. I didn’t beat him until he was down. I beat him until I was tired. I took a table across that son of bitch’s head until he couldn’t even catch his breath. I had him begging for his life. And when I was done with his ass, I picked his dirty ass up and threw him in the garbage can. They just assumed that he would die right there on the spot, but he didn’t. Just like a crack head to survive an ass whipping like that. He just had to spend a couple of weeks in intensive care while they stabilized his ass. When he did get out of the hospital he thought twice about the way he handle people in the neighborhood. Whenever he saw my mom, he crossed the street or went in the opposite direction. And if he thought he saw me, he would take off running. Because already knew that I was going to whip his ass again.By the time I was thirteen I was a full fledge hustler. I was so heavy into the game, that I had my own crew and everything. There wasn’t anything that I wouldn’t do. I dabbled in everything. I sold dope, ran errands for the local hustlers and was a lookout on occasion at the dope house. I even tried my hand in pimping but discovered that just wasn’t my thing. It didn’t take me long to earn my street credibility. After I kicked a couple of asses and cut a nigga no body was even thinking about trying me. Most people thought twice about fucking with my crazy ass. That’s how I became known as ‘Dirty D’. To many, Dirty D was the nigga that would fuck you up and wouldn’t lose an ounce of sleep over it.<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>This is a little something that I am working on. I would love to get some feedback on it...</strong></span></em>EmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-7023626866880668712009-05-05T22:51:00.002-04:002009-05-05T23:40:07.636-04:00A Mother's LoveThe passing of time<br />The blowing of the wind<br />The blossoming of spring<br />The freshness of the rain<br />The tenderness of new life<br />The beginning of new beginnings<br />With all of these things nothing can replace<br />The simplicity and comfort of A Mother's Love<br /><br />So cherish her very essence<br />Embrace her strength<br />Succomb to her very being<br />Recognize her pain<br />Be attentive to her needs<br />Know who she is<br />Be considerate of all that she's been through<br />Accept the knowledge that she holds<br />And realize with all these things nothing can replace<br />The simplicity and comfort of A Mother's Love<br /><br />Love your mother<br />Hug your mother<br />Appreciate your mother<br />You won't get another one like her<br /><br />Happy Mother's Day to Mother's everywhere!!EmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-5263046951891269012009-03-19T18:43:00.003-04:002010-05-27T03:40:29.431-04:00How Dare He!!<span xmlns=""></span><br />
How dare he!!<br />
That nigga fucked my brains out<br />
He laid that shit down like<br />
He was on death row<br />
And that was the last piece of ass<br />
He was ever going to get<br />
<br />
That fool ate my pussy<br />
He sucked my clit till I screamed at the top of my lungs<br />
He fingered fucked me alternating fingers<br />
That nigga had me in the zone<br />
I didn't know what he was going to do next<br />
What I did know<br />
It was going to be a long night<br />
<br />
He started to torment me with the dick<br />
He wouldn't just roll right into the pussy<br />
Instead he rubbed ice all over the clit<br />
Then teased me some more with his tongue<br />
That son-of-a-bitch was driving me crazy<br />
I just wanted him to beat the pussy up<br />
But he had other ideas in mind<br />
<br />
He dipped his dick in some warm chocolate sauce<br />
Then drizzled it around my breasts<br />
He then rubbed his dick across my lips<br />
His dick was delicious to the taste<br />
The chocolaty concoction was tantalizing to my taste buds<br />
I licked his shaft like it was a lollipop<br />
I sucked that dick like it was something sweet in the middle<br />
Before long he was moaning and groaning<br />
It wasn't until he exploded that I realized just how intense things were<br />
<br />
You would have thought that we were done with each other<br />
But that was only the beginning<br />
I spread my legs open and welcomed him in<br />
He rubbed that clit ever so gently<br />
Then he slid that magnificent shaft in<br />
That motherfucker was on a mission<br />
And that was to fuck my perm right out of my head<br />
We did on the floor<br />
On the bed<br />
On the sofa<br />
In the bathroom<br />
On a chair that only heighten the moment<br />
That man fucked me all kinds of ways<br />
And when we came<br />
Boy did we come<br />
<br />
Yeah he got some something something about him<br />
I wasn't expecting him to get down like that<br />
He fucked me long and hard<br />
He made sure that he left a mark<br />
I felt like he had planted his flag on my pussy<br />
And what a beautiful flag it was<br />
That was one hell of a night<br />
That's why I said How dare heEmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-63848287444403657052009-03-19T18:41:00.001-04:002009-03-19T18:41:49.573-04:00What’s All the Hype!?<span xmlns=''><p><span style='font-family:CopprplGoth Bd BT; font-size:12pt'>What is all the hype<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:CopprplGoth Bd BT; font-size:12pt'>Yeah I got a couple of pounds here and there<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:CopprplGoth Bd BT; font-size:12pt'>Hell I think I look pretty good<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:CopprplGoth Bd BT; font-size:12pt'>What's the big deal<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:CopprplGoth Bd BT; font-size:12pt'>Let me see you have three kids, a dog and a husband<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:CopprplGoth Bd BT; font-size:12pt'>Hell I like the way I look<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:CopprplGoth Bd BT; font-size:12pt'>I think I'm fine as fuck<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:CopprplGoth Bd BT; font-size:12pt'>I don't care what the experts say<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:CopprplGoth Bd BT; font-size:12pt'>They don't know nothing<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:CopprplGoth Bd BT; font-size:12pt'>They couldn't even make up their minds about eggs<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:CopprplGoth Bd BT; font-size:12pt'>So what's all the hype<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:CopprplGoth Bd BT; font-size:12pt'>It's just another fad<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:CopprplGoth Bd BT; font-size:12pt'>Just another reason for them to alarm the public<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:CopprplGoth Bd BT; font-size:12pt'>Forget them<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:CopprplGoth Bd BT; font-size:12pt'>I know how to manage me<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:CopprplGoth Bd BT; font-size:12pt'>And I don't need some expert telling me otherwise<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:CopprplGoth Bd BT; font-size:12pt'>There<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:CopprplGoth Bd BT; font-size:12pt'>Now what<br /></span></p></span>EmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-31172095733654892332009-03-19T18:40:00.001-04:002009-03-19T18:40:18.887-04:00He made me…<span xmlns=''><p><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>He made me…<br /></span></p><p style='margin-left: 27pt'><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>Want him<br /></span></p><p style='margin-left: 27pt'><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>Need him<br /></span></p><p style='margin-left: 27pt'><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>Dream of him<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>He made me…<br /></span></p><p style='margin-left: 27pt'><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>Warm inside<br /></span></p><p style='margin-left: 27pt'><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>Tingle down below<br /></span></p><p style='margin-left: 27pt'><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>Get worked up<br /></span></p><p style='margin-left: 27pt'><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>Get creamed up<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>He made me…<br /></span></p><p style='margin-left: 27pt'><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>Desire him<br /></span></p><p style='margin-left: 27pt'><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>Pant for him<br /></span></p><p style='margin-left: 27pt'><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>Get undressed for him<br /></span></p><p style='margin-left: 27pt'><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>Think pornographically for him<br /></span></p><p style='margin-left: 27pt'><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>Rethink life for him<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>He made me…<br /></span></p><p style='margin-left: 27pt'><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>Undress for him<br /></span></p><p style='margin-left: 27pt'><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>Lick him sensuously<br /></span></p><p style='margin-left: 27pt'><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>Suck him dry<br /></span></p><p style='margin-left: 27pt'><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>Fuck him senseless<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>He made me…<br /></span></p><p style='margin-left: 27pt'><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>Dream of him<br /></span></p><p style='margin-left: 27pt'><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>Need him<br /></span></p><p style='margin-left: 27pt'><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>Want him<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>He made me…<br /></span></p><p style='margin-left: 27pt'><span style='font-family:Eurostile; font-size:12pt'>WET!!<br /></span></p></span>EmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-39321188252883369792009-02-21T22:30:00.001-05:002009-02-21T22:30:00.656-05:00A New Release<span xmlns=''><p><span style='font-family:Times New Roman'><strong>Hello, Everyone</strong>!<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Times New Roman'>I just wanted to share my news about my newest release. It is entitled "<strong><em>A Spiritual Walk: Journaling with Christ</em></strong>". This is a journaling companion for individuals that would like to chronicle their spiritual walk with Christ. You can pick up your copy at the following locations:<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Times New Roman'><span style='color:#c00000'><strong>Amazon.com</strong></span>: <a href='http://www.amazon.com/Spiritual-Walk-Journaling-Christ/dp/1441403892/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1235268574&sr=8-3'>http://www.amazon.com/Spiritual-Walk-Journaling-Christ/dp/1441403892/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1235268574&sr=8-3</a><br /> </span></p><p><span style='font-family:Times New Roman'><span style='color:#0070c0'><strong>Createspace.com</strong></span>: <a href='https://www.createspace.com/3364273'>https://www.createspace.com/3364273</a><br /> </span></p><p><span style='font-family:Times New Roman'><span style='color:#7030a0'><strong>AnotherQueCreation.com</strong></span>: <a href='http://www.AnotherQueCreation.com'>http://www.AnotherQueCreation.com</a><br /> </span></p><p><span style='font-family:Times New Roman'>(All orders placed here will be autographed by the author)<br /></span></p><p><br /> </p><p><br /> </p><p><span style='font-family:Times New Roman'>If you have not ordered your copy of "<strong><em>Emotionally Unhinged: A Poetic Expression of Sorts</em></strong>", you can find this poetry compilation at the following locations:<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Times New Roman'><span style='color:#c00000'><strong>Amazon.com</strong></span>: <a href='http://www.amazon.com/Emotionally-Unhinged-Poetic-Expression-Sorts/dp/1438250398/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1235268845&sr=1-1'>http://www.amazon.com/Emotionally-Unhinged-Poetic-Expression-Sorts/dp/1438250398/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1235268845&sr=1-1</a><br /> </span></p><p><span style='font-family:Times New Roman'><span style='color:#00b050'><strong>Createspace.com</strong></span>: <a href='https://www.createspace.com/3346383'>https://www.createspace.com/3346383</a><br /> </span></p><p><span style='font-family:Times New Roman'><span style='color:#7030a0'><strong>AnotherQueCreation.com</strong></span>: <a href='http://www.AnotherQueCreation.com'>http://www.AnotherQueCreation.com</a><br /> </span></p><p><span style='font-family:Times New Roman'>(All orders placed here will be autographed by the author)<br /></span></p><p><br /> </p><p><span style='font-family:Times New Roman'><span style='color:#7030a0'><strong>SPECIAL OFFER</strong></span>: <em>When you purchase a copy of both books from AnotherQueCreation.com, you will get both titles for <span style='color:#7030a0; text-decoration:underline'>$16</span>. This offer is good until <span style='color:#7030a0; text-decoration:underline'><strong>March 2, 2009</strong></span>.</em><br /> </span></p><p><span style='font-family:Times New Roman'>So order your copy (<span style='color:#7030a0'><em>or copies</em></span>) today!!<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Times New Roman'><strong>Thank you for your support!<br /></strong></span></p><p><span style='font-family:VladimirScrJoiD; font-size:14pt'><strong>Que D. Jacobs</strong></span></p></span>EmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-46044996820077312462008-12-26T23:30:00.001-05:002008-12-26T23:30:05.406-05:00A Christmas Eve Blast<span xmlns=''><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN'>They sat up <strong>eagerly</strong> awaiting<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN'>Not so much as the arrival of the <span style='color:#006600'><em>infamous bells</em></span><br /> </span></p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN'>Or the sound of a <span style='color:#006600'><em>HO-HO-HO</em></span><br /> </span></p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN'>It was the anticipation of catching the face of <span style='color:#006600'><em>Ole Saint Nick</em></span><br /> </span></p><p><br /> </p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN'>They were <span style='color:#632423'><em>fighting</em></span> the odds<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN'>Dodging sleep like it was an <span style='color:#632423'><em>evasive</em></span> enemy<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN'>If you didn't know any better<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN'>You'd think they'd been drinking coffee black with <span style='color:#632423'><em>no sugar</em></span><br /> </span></p><p><br /> </p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN'>They fought the <strong>valiant</strong> fight<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN'>But the baby went down around <span style='color:#4f6228'><em>eleven-ish</em></span><br /> </span></p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN'>The middle child just couldn't take it around <span style='color:#4f6228'><em>midnight</em></span><br /> </span></p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN'>And that oldest he was strong to the bitter <span style='color:#4f6228'><em>end</em></span><br /> </span></p><p><br /> </p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN'>In the <span style='color:red'><em>scheme</em></span> of it all<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN'>It was indeed a <span style='color:#00b050'><em>Christmas Eve</em></span> to remember<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN'>They fought the <span style='color:red'><em>valiant</em></span> fight<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN'>And yet were still overcome by the <span style='color:#00b050'><em>Sandman</em></span></span></p></span>EmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-53561153549072161962008-12-04T23:18:00.001-05:002008-12-04T23:18:42.010-05:00Let me write you a note…<span xmlns=''><p>Dear John,<br /></p><p>I have come to report that there is a strong possibility that we are headed in a reasonably difficult situation. Because you insist upon doing things your way, we may not survive this relationship thing we have embarked upon. I must remind you that we agreed that this journey would be about us building a life together. We did not say that it would be a convenient arrangement between two individuals. I feel as if we are not moving in a positive direction. Instead we just continuously have these positive moments that make the negatives seem dissipate into the background. I am not exactly thrilled at the way our relationship is playing out. It is time that we do something different. We need to look at ways to improve our current situation. I see the possibilities in us but there's no use in seeing them if no one is going to work toward achieving them.<br /></p><p>I know that being with you is not a mistake. I admit that we make a good combination. But it is time that we make the right combination that will improve our current state of existence. We need to be more than what we have been. Eight years is a long time to live stagnant. Never really going forward and not necessarily going backwards. But just standing still in hopes that something will change. Well it is a known fact that if you continue to do the same thing, you can only expect the same thing. But if you want to change, you cannot continue to do the same thing. You have got to make a serious effort to do things differently. That is where I am right now. I can see where we are going. But I just need to know that you are with me.<br /></p><p>We need a new beginning. So we need to start in the here and now and make a serious commitment to change. We need to evolve and become more than what we have been. It is imperative that we take this relationship to another level. We can do this thing. But I can't do alone. I need my partner. I need the person that I agreed to spend the rest of my life with. I need you. We can do this thing if you are willing to admit we need a change and help in the process. If I take one step, I want to feel you right there take one step or even two with me. I see the endless possibilities. But I just want you to see them for yourself.<br /></p><p>Do I love? Most definitely! But do I want to continue this never ending cycle we can't seem to get off? NO! I want more. I want more for me, for you, for our children. I want to leave a legacy for our children. I want our children to know what it feels like to be empowered and to be a loving relationship. I want our children to know that their dreams aren't impossible. I want them to see in us the endless possibilities that the love between a man and a woman can have. And I know that we can give them that. We just need to construct a plan and adhere to it. It's time baby! It's time for us to take a stand and do it together.<br /></p><p>So what you do think? Do you see what I see? Do you understand where I am coming from? I can hope so. Until you decide otherwise…. I will be patiently waiting for your response.<br /></p><p>Until next time…</p></span>EmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-39527705740227491202008-12-03T23:12:00.001-05:002008-12-03T23:12:38.804-05:00Just Dreaming Out Loud…<span xmlns=''><p><span style='color:#333333; font-family:MurrayHill BT; font-size:14pt'>He always likes me to stand in front. He likes to hug me from behind and just hold me. Then when he's caressed me for what seems like an eternity, he likes to play. He loves to massage my cookies just the way I like it. He takes his time and strokes them. He knows how to apply just the right of pressure to get me going. And he knows once I'm going... there's no turning back. He doesn't stop with just one organism. He insists on two or three or however many it takes to push me over the edge. And just when I think I can't cum anymore, he allows me the opportunity to experience his manhood. He pulls it out and puts it to work. He works my cookies over like none other. He beats my cookies up and then pulls out leaving only the tip inside. Then when I think I can't take anymore, he pushes his way back in and starts all over again. By the time he's done, I've climaxed two more times and feel like I've just had a full body massage to relieve the stress of the day. Hummmm... Tasty...<br/><br/>Too bad I only cum like that in my dreams and with the aid of my companion Mr. Wiggles.</span></p></span>EmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-35869139493714825392008-11-29T23:46:00.001-05:002008-11-29T23:46:06.060-05:00Calling all love letters<span xmlns=''><p>I am pursuing a new writing project. I wanted to compile a book of love letters from the heart. But the catch is that these love letters will be anonymous. There will be on names associated with them. So what I am asking is that if you would like to participate, please email me at <a href='mailto:qjacobs@anotherquecreation.com'>qjacobs@anotherquecreation.com</a> and send you anonymous love letter. Keep it clean but honest. You can also submit your letters at <a href='http://www.AnotherQueCreation.com'>www.AnotherQueCreation.com</a> on the Contact Us page.<br /></p><p>If you don't want to participate but know someone that does, send them to this link. Look forward to reading your love letters. <br /></p><p>Until next time…<br /></p></span>EmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-60565276725409939082008-11-27T00:36:00.001-05:002008-11-27T00:36:39.080-05:00He told me… And I believed him… But…<span xmlns=''><p><span style='font-family:Batang; font-size:12pt'>I could have cried, but I didn't<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Batang; font-size:12pt'>I could have yelled, but I refused<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Batang; font-size:12pt'>I tried to scream, but it was a waste<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Batang; font-size:12pt'>So I just chose to believe him.<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Batang; font-size:12pt'>He told me it was nothing, but I thought he was protecting himself<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Batang; font-size:12pt'>He told me there was no truth to it, but I just listened<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Batang; font-size:12pt'>He told me she was a moment of weakness, but I couldn't understand his words<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Batang; font-size:12pt'>So I just chose to ignore him.<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Batang; font-size:12pt'>I tried to cry again, but I couldn't<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Batang; font-size:12pt'>I tried to yell, but it wouldn't come out<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Batang; font-size:12pt'>I even attempted a scream, but it wasn't even worth the effort<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Batang; font-size:12pt'>So I just chose to forget the whole thing and move on.<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Batang; font-size:12pt'>WOW!</span></p></span>EmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-32928725519533025522008-11-27T00:30:00.001-05:002008-11-27T00:30:52.029-05:00The moment that…<span xmlns=''><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN; font-size:14pt'>They recognized the fire that caught ablaze<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN; font-size:14pt'>The moment that their gazes met across the crowded room<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN; font-size:14pt'>They knew that something enchanting was evolving<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN; font-size:14pt'>The moment that they sensed the chemistry started to boil between them<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN; font-size:14pt'>They decided to avoid any mistakes<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN; font-size:14pt'>The moment they were alone without interruption<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN; font-size:14pt'>They stood still in time without a word<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN; font-size:14pt'>The moment they realized that nothing but the sound of their hearts was present<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN; font-size:14pt'>They never said a word until was necessary<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN; font-size:14pt'>The moment they were prepared to escape the thoughts that grasped them<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN; font-size:14pt'>They exchanged their pleasantries without regrets<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Wacky Action BTN; font-size:14pt'>The moment that they knew that time was passed</span></p></span>EmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-27831956656153516632008-11-21T23:38:00.001-05:002008-11-21T23:38:57.956-05:00A Ridiculous Moment in Time<span xmlns=''><p><span style='font-family:Life BT; font-size:12pt'>I had a momentary lapse in judgment. I lost control of my emotions and had to gather myself. I am determined to be better than I was on yesterday. I am striving to be the best that I can be.<br /></span></p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='color:#5f497a; font-family:Life BT; font-size:12pt'><strong><em>Can you imagine?<br /></em></strong></span></p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='font-family:Life BT; font-size:12pt'>Being ambushed constantly with stuff<br /></span></p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='font-family:Life BT; font-size:12pt'>Trying to do what's right<br /></span></p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='font-family:Life BT; font-size:12pt'>Trying to live accordingly<br /></span></p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='font-family:Life BT; font-size:12pt'>Trying to be an example to others<br /></span></p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='color:#365f91; font-family:Life BT; font-size:12pt'><strong><em>But then there's the stuff<br /></em></strong></span></p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='font-family:Life BT; font-size:12pt'>It haunts us repeatedly<br /></span></p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='font-family:Life BT; font-size:12pt'>Trying to draw us backwards<br /></span></p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='font-family:Life BT; font-size:12pt'>Trying to entice us to the garbage<br /></span></p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='font-family:Life BT; font-size:12pt'>The garbage that nearly destroyed us<br /></span></p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='font-family:Life BT; font-size:12pt'>The garbage that holds us down<br /></span></p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='font-family:Life BT; font-size:12pt'>The garbage keeps us stagnant<br /></span></p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='font-family:Life BT; font-size:12pt'>It is determined to have a stronghold<br /></span></p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='color:#31849b; font-family:Life BT; font-size:12pt'><strong><em>But I will break that stronghold<br /></em></strong></span></p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='font-family:Life BT; font-size:12pt'>I will not be held back from my breakthrough<br /></span></p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='font-family:Life BT; font-size:12pt'>I will not allow it to control my life<br /></span></p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='font-family:Life BT; font-size:12pt'>I will allow God to guide my steps<br /></span></p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='font-family:Life BT; font-size:12pt'>Enhance my overall being<br /></span></p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='font-family:Life BT; font-size:12pt'>Become all that I was predestined to be<br /></span></p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='font-family:Life BT; font-size:12pt'>Because I am determined to move forward<br /></span></p><p style='text-align: center'><span style='color:#00b050; font-family:Life BT; font-size:12pt'><strong><em>I will be better than I was on yesterday</em></strong></span></p></span>EmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-10415881865080448672008-11-13T17:27:00.002-05:002008-11-13T17:30:10.297-05:00Whoever said God wasn't real didn't have a clue. They were living in some fantasy that they have yet to awaken from. I know just how real he is because he is continuously moving and shaking in my life. To discover how he impacts your life is an awesome thing. He is constantly working to make things better for those who believe and trust in him. I know that in time, my life will be on top and I will be happier than I have been in a long time. God is good all the time and anyone that says otherwise is a lie. Thank you, Lord for all your continuous blessings.EmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784395534977007103.post-39492097748031376782008-11-13T17:21:00.002-05:002008-11-13T17:26:47.266-05:00<div align="center">I have updated my site. Go by and check it out! Click on <a href="http://www.freewebs.com/anotherquecreation/">http://www.freewebs.com/anotherquecreation/</a>!!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Don't forget to order your copy of</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>"Emotionally Unhinged: A Poetic Expression of Sorts"</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Sign the guestbook, sign up for newsletters, and even participate in the Forums. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">I look forward to seeing you there. <span style="color:#333399;"><strong>Until then... Be Blessed!</strong></span></span></div>EmotioNalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10000108472082667104noreply@blogger.com0