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i think he needs love
a matter of heart
mind.
body.
soul.
he wants for something special
to content and complete
satisfy.
make everything alright
not lost as he was before
cause he has this new light
it shines....
that's what he been getting at
took life...can take life
if he doesn't open wide
and see how life
it moves
its his
he can make it beautiful...
i think he knows
that sometimes it hurts
passion.
vigor.
pressuring life
but no pressure in love
seen the hurt in too many before.

....B. Smoothe

Untitled 1

Why when the lights have dimmed
the music has silenced
and the events are over
does one need for comfort
need for stability
thirst for kisses
if time could go back
redo itself over again
one sees he is that person
he never was before
sitting beneath...lurking
watching the light flicker
standing post
until whispers of silent thunder
shining armor
comfort comes soon enough
dim to parading


....B. Smoothe

Weeee.....Pow!

i sit in pity in regret of all the nasty things i did
sat there taking and taking
forced, eased....
it was all just the same...
deep batons, twirling and rocking into dark parades
everyone had visited....
i wonder about that dude or him...
which one and when?
The numerous times i bend....
forward and back....on my side...
legs near the neck...
Yes, they got me...
I let myself go in dark things because I thought they could feel me, too
Nothing changed....especially not the hurt...
trickery is a funny mean thing....
but all is with me now....
time will take me where i need to go...
just wait for me, now....

Code Red

I wont speak bad of you
you've tortured...beat...scatched....angered...
me enough today
I have feared u for a fortnight times 8 now
...the possibilty of your visit made me weak....
even trimble...
Felt cold, dirty and alone
degraded, manipulated....disrespected
But fear u....I might not
for despite your dark & malignant ways
i raped u, felt u, took u in....
pleaded and forgave u time and again
warned me, u did....
And here we are....together forever
You....me
Green & Red
Sky...Ground
Light and Day...
Life or Death??

dive

That dance you danced that once.
can not happen again.
or it could.
repeat.
that over and over until it tires..
wears thin.

remove
tear.
knock down those walls.
for they can become the tomb. from which you wished you lived.
and
as the tide stands still.
creeps back away from the shore.
you move closer.
at a subtle pace.

The use of a boat only reminds you to forget how to swim.
so suit up and dive.
with intent.
dive to the waves current current so that it carry you.
on..

Suga' under water Jyration is aquatic aerobics..
so as you nitt and gritt that water.
high waters
shall wash you clean..

Plague

Before i creep thru these cold walls
surrounding a warm center
i sit in thought dreading what is to come
what will happen
what will i do
if what comes
isnt what i need
i fear
i ache
im a creep
for all those lonesome nights
i ran into the deep dark
seeking an even darker adventure
those misc days when i rocked that boat
his boat
my boat
because the waters had arised
so forgive me for being so critical of you
i mean me
because what you get is only a reaction
to your gritty actions


....B. Smoothe

Pop Something

So step to him....
touch his mind....
...allow his words to tantilize your feelings
like a *POP* from fresh linen from the drier
rhyme to him...
....get into the groove
show him your moves....
show him your desires...
force upon him your thoughts...
and cater your heart.

Gyrate for him....and he might gyrate for you.

...B. Smoothe

warmup

he has a way with words.
he has his way with words in ways Id never posture.
on the sideline I sit and watch he tango the salsa
waltzing.
one two
Cha
cHa
chA

But what I want to see is that Afro negro nitty gritty

JYYYYRAAAtion
twitch twirl jump.
bounce move.

til he tire out of breath.

blink

Blink.

In a matter of moments.

I read and my insides grow warm.

my eyes didnt see it.

my heart felt inbetween the lines.

My muse.

says the things I forgot that I once said.

never.

this is a new queer feeling.

Blink

chatter..

Sister please.
Please sister please
can you please
do me a favor.
to the art of language and all things sound.

my ears.
my skin and bones.
Just Shut up..

(no too harsh..)

Be quiet Please

(Mmm Too passive..)

Just Stop talking

(not specific..)

So just be quiet shut up and stop talking please..

split

Half of me lie bare
nude
exposed.
stretched
limber
to the tightely woven words of attempt.
striving to make sense of sense since time is all I have.
and that too slips.

I dont know.
the moment I assume I knew.
thought I did.
I forget.
forgot to
rememberenough for me to
stand
over
under
standing.


That other half.

of me

craddled clothed

covered.

concealed.

in the corner.

sweaty.

teary eyed.

vunerable.

knows the needings of knowing

but too scared

frightened.

half of whole must meet.

This New Thing

He sang to me...
despite his claim to be sick.
WHispered in my ear...
even called me baby....
sang songs of love, kindred soul
...melodies that yearned
the ones that hit deep.
Soft, and earnest...
dark, so big it burst light....
his voice touches my skins
and rapes my neck...
I envisions tiggles of passion
scaps of lust....
digging and digging
THRUST!

I only met him a day ago
yet i feel....and yet he feels....
there is desires amongst us
buried on our hearts....
....i trust him too soon, i think
remember to never get attached
and never get hurt

Its this thing he calls me, though....
it sounds like maybe...
only his word is spoken with certainty...
baby....
yea, thats it....this is the root to the spell im under

I wanna be his baby...

....B. Smoothe

Inching into U

I thank U for ur gentle words
ur kind voice
the subtle rhymes you display
They send me wailing and roaring
searching for a distant man
one who seems so far away
yet i know him well
lost in a world shattered with glass and stone
unforgiving and unaccepting
he dies a little everytime
The croon in your voice echoes majic
and delights in sprinkles of bliss
I bow in the nature of my fellow man
feeling lost to the intellect
and floored by the pleasance of it all.

...B. Smoothe

cross my mind..

brother you just ran across my mind in a circle.
couldnt seem to lap enough.
So I had to write you.
I give thanks for that possilbility..
for helping me believe in the fairy of teeth and that monster in my closet.
though far.
words seems to bring us closer.
peace unto you brother..
I look forward to looking behind in appreciation..

bliss..