I said I wouldn't cry again
Shed not another freakin tear
Because some man couldn't do right
But yesterday it happened
Because I allowed him to steal from me
I allowed him inside my head
And you know what happened
That nigga gave me a serious migraine
But you know what...
After I talked that thing out
And cried until there was no more left
And regrouped and reevaluated
I took the time to realize
That I am strong and smart
That I am talented and exceptional
That I am God's creature and no one else's
That I am capable of greatness
That I have achieved mangificent feats
That even when I'm down I'm up
That I am going places
That I am blessed and highly favored
That no one has the power to control me
Or to do harm to me but me
So I'm taking back what's rightfully mine
And I'm not taking any crap about it
I'm achieving new heights
I'm working to be all that God chose me to be
I'm taking success by the helm
And riding it right into the sunset and further
I'm taking a stand and with no regrets
I'm doing it everyday
One second of every minute
Of every hour of every day
Of every week of every month
Of every year at a time
Because I am too blessed to stressed
And I won't be derailed from destiny
That was preordained long before I was even a twinkle
Friday, April 2, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
What'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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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 animosity 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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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 animosity 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.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Are 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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
Stop looking at color and start looking at the man!
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.
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?
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.
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.
Stop looking at color and start looking at the man!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Your Star Player
Your star player is calling your name
They're needing your undivided attention
They're requiring some concentrated effort on your part
See they want you to change the direction in which your life is going
So it's your time and your star player is calling your name
They're demanding that you allow your dreams to press forward
They're tired of you pushing your dreams inside a box
They're wanting you do the damn thing and make it happen
So get on it because your star player is yelling your name
They want you to stop putting up blockers that cover your sight
They demand you ignore the haters and get on with it
Your star player is encouraging you to go the distance
It's your season baby, and your star player is screaming your name
They feel that it's time to live outside of your comfort zone
They now you can leave your footprints in the world
So use your haters for motivation and make it do what it do
Because your star player wants you to get on with it!
They're needing your undivided attention
They're requiring some concentrated effort on your part
See they want you to change the direction in which your life is going
So it's your time and your star player is calling your name
They're demanding that you allow your dreams to press forward
They're tired of you pushing your dreams inside a box
They're wanting you do the damn thing and make it happen
So get on it because your star player is yelling your name
They want you to stop putting up blockers that cover your sight
They demand you ignore the haters and get on with it
Your star player is encouraging you to go the distance
It's your season baby, and your star player is screaming your name
They feel that it's time to live outside of your comfort zone
They now you can leave your footprints in the world
So use your haters for motivation and make it do what it do
Because your star player wants you to get on with it!
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Struggling with my Emotional State
I'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...
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Passing moments…
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.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Just a Note....
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.
A Dirty Hustle
He 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.
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.
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…
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.
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.
This is a little something that I am working on. I would love to get some feedback on it...
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.
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…
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.
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.
This is a little something that I am working on. I would love to get some feedback on it...
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
A Mother's Love
The passing of time
The blowing of the wind
The blossoming of spring
The freshness of the rain
The tenderness of new life
The beginning of new beginnings
With all of these things nothing can replace
The simplicity and comfort of A Mother's Love
So cherish her very essence
Embrace her strength
Succomb to her very being
Recognize her pain
Be attentive to her needs
Know who she is
Be considerate of all that she's been through
Accept the knowledge that she holds
And realize with all these things nothing can replace
The simplicity and comfort of A Mother's Love
Love your mother
Hug your mother
Appreciate your mother
You won't get another one like her
Happy Mother's Day to Mother's everywhere!!
The blowing of the wind
The blossoming of spring
The freshness of the rain
The tenderness of new life
The beginning of new beginnings
With all of these things nothing can replace
The simplicity and comfort of A Mother's Love
So cherish her very essence
Embrace her strength
Succomb to her very being
Recognize her pain
Be attentive to her needs
Know who she is
Be considerate of all that she's been through
Accept the knowledge that she holds
And realize with all these things nothing can replace
The simplicity and comfort of A Mother's Love
Love your mother
Hug your mother
Appreciate your mother
You won't get another one like her
Happy Mother's Day to Mother's everywhere!!
Thursday, March 19, 2009
How Dare He!!
How dare he!!
That nigga fucked my brains out
He laid that shit down like
He was on death row
And that was the last piece of ass
He was ever going to get
That fool ate my pussy
He sucked my clit till I screamed at the top of my lungs
He fingered fucked me alternating fingers
That nigga had me in the zone
I didn't know what he was going to do next
What I did know
It was going to be a long night
He started to torment me with the dick
He wouldn't just roll right into the pussy
Instead he rubbed ice all over the clit
Then teased me some more with his tongue
That son-of-a-bitch was driving me crazy
I just wanted him to beat the pussy up
But he had other ideas in mind
He dipped his dick in some warm chocolate sauce
Then drizzled it around my breasts
He then rubbed his dick across my lips
His dick was delicious to the taste
The chocolaty concoction was tantalizing to my taste buds
I licked his shaft like it was a lollipop
I sucked that dick like it was something sweet in the middle
Before long he was moaning and groaning
It wasn't until he exploded that I realized just how intense things were
You would have thought that we were done with each other
But that was only the beginning
I spread my legs open and welcomed him in
He rubbed that clit ever so gently
Then he slid that magnificent shaft in
That motherfucker was on a mission
And that was to fuck my perm right out of my head
We did on the floor
On the bed
On the sofa
In the bathroom
On a chair that only heighten the moment
That man fucked me all kinds of ways
And when we came
Boy did we come
Yeah he got some something something about him
I wasn't expecting him to get down like that
He fucked me long and hard
He made sure that he left a mark
I felt like he had planted his flag on my pussy
And what a beautiful flag it was
That was one hell of a night
That's why I said How dare he
What’s All the Hype!?
What is all the hype
Yeah I got a couple of pounds here and there
Hell I think I look pretty good
What's the big deal
Let me see you have three kids, a dog and a husband
Hell I like the way I look
I think I'm fine as fuck
I don't care what the experts say
They don't know nothing
They couldn't even make up their minds about eggs
So what's all the hype
It's just another fad
Just another reason for them to alarm the public
Forget them
I know how to manage me
And I don't need some expert telling me otherwise
There
Now what
He made me…
He made me…
Want him
Need him
Dream of him
He made me…
Warm inside
Tingle down below
Get worked up
Get creamed up
He made me…
Desire him
Pant for him
Get undressed for him
Think pornographically for him
Rethink life for him
He made me…
Undress for him
Lick him sensuously
Suck him dry
Fuck him senseless
He made me…
Dream of him
Need him
Want him
He made me…
WET!!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
A New Release
Hello, Everyone!
I just wanted to share my news about my newest release. It is entitled "A Spiritual Walk: Journaling with Christ". 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:
Createspace.com: https://www.createspace.com/3364273
AnotherQueCreation.com: http://www.AnotherQueCreation.com
(All orders placed here will be autographed by the author)
If you have not ordered your copy of "Emotionally Unhinged: A Poetic Expression of Sorts", you can find this poetry compilation at the following locations:
Createspace.com: https://www.createspace.com/3346383
AnotherQueCreation.com: http://www.AnotherQueCreation.com
(All orders placed here will be autographed by the author)
SPECIAL OFFER: When you purchase a copy of both books from AnotherQueCreation.com, you will get both titles for $16. This offer is good until March 2, 2009.
So order your copy (or copies) today!!
Thank you for your support!
Que D. Jacobs
Friday, December 26, 2008
A Christmas Eve Blast
They sat up eagerly awaiting
Not so much as the arrival of the infamous bells
Or the sound of a HO-HO-HO
It was the anticipation of catching the face of Ole Saint Nick
They were fighting the odds
Dodging sleep like it was an evasive enemy
If you didn't know any better
You'd think they'd been drinking coffee black with no sugar
They fought the valiant fight
But the baby went down around eleven-ish
The middle child just couldn't take it around midnight
And that oldest he was strong to the bitter end
In the scheme of it all
It was indeed a Christmas Eve to remember
They fought the valiant fight
And yet were still overcome by the Sandman
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Let me write you a note…
Dear John,
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Until next time…
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Just Dreaming Out Loud…
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...
Too bad I only cum like that in my dreams and with the aid of my companion Mr. Wiggles.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Calling all love letters
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 qjacobs@anotherquecreation.com and send you anonymous love letter. Keep it clean but honest. You can also submit your letters at www.AnotherQueCreation.com on the Contact Us page.
If you don't want to participate but know someone that does, send them to this link. Look forward to reading your love letters.
Until next time…
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