I'd rather be your K. I. N . G [ f r e e w r i t e ]

I'd rather be your K. I . N . G

A man that's mantifested
in resilence.
A Greeter of
morals....
A protector of your
happiness...

So why am I suppose to
identify you because
you have a big ass?


A man that love your temple,
that glorify the art
of a woman curves.
but patient is a
virtue with me,
and I can wait until
we make love underneath
the sunset of
the summer febreeze...

But I'm not the next nigga,
I will not be your last nigga,
but Your first king...
The first that
every laid down a jacket
so you could walk across
heaven.. The first that
ever love your heart
bibically, the first that
ever took the patient to
get to know you...
but I have the blood of
a slave, but a heart of a King..

But I'd Rather be your K i N G

Luv Literature [ f r e e w r i t e ]

I'm saying if i'm ever crowned with the Renaissances
to love again; I would love her
" affirmative action"..
meaning I would promote equal opportunties,
and our Pursuit to Happiness...
No segregation, But
boost the opportunities of a queen..
No slavery.. But
when married, we bleed the same blood..
We play by the same rules..
Do I have any witnesses... No Jehovah
I love thy father, but it's no difference...
No Greater depression,
but love of the " Greater Demand", but the patient of a lovely
man.. i speak creativity literature like I'm part of
"Harlem Renaissance's"
but no dramatic difference.. No argumentative
reasoning.. I speak to
you diligently in state of opportunities in
common belief that we will rise
above the past history we both come from,
because I had a Dream.. No
Martin, but I had a dream of becoming
a very successful husband, and for
any woman that can accept the challenge
would be proud by any mean
necessary... No " Malcolm X"..
Because I'm a great cultivator, because
I'm a great protector, and I'm a great provider...
No longer will Jewels
and wealth be a problem, because love is the first commandment to
any religion.. But as your alter wedded man we
will lived on in the state of
Umoja && live in the state of Ujima..
No Kwanzaa just note that my love
is a difference..

School Dazed

I kind sorta feel like a little kid
writing this in a letter like this..
but honestly I just want your
attention..
I'm not sure if my brown complexion
is your type so I thought I
would give you my description
just in case you never paid attention..
I'm the boy that sit in the very
back of the class last seat to
the left, I'm not sure
if you can remember that far..
but hopefully this letter reach
you because from afar
I kind of see the struggle
between hands to hands..
Seriously I almost want to
draw the conclusion on you
being my first L O V E...
Hold on, this word don't
seem so deep on paper..

Let me get up, and allow me to
re- introduce myself..
I'm just a man that so badly want
your attention, I want to love you
with every command..

Maybe I'm writing this letter, because I
seen this on a movie once,
but some how I find myself
wanting to touch your soul...
seen you at the locker
so somehow I had to plan
to make you Fall; so
i bump into you knockin'
down all your books..
so I can stare at you eye to eye
showing you my deepest feelings..
seeing that was thee only way
to get in touch with
you because I'm the school
Geek, and you're the school
Head Cheerleader...
but somewhere down the line
I found myself falling in love
with you
maybe because your the girl next
door and I'm the 40 year old
virgin..

But honestly all I want is your attention
I'm not sure how far the letter has
gotten down the line,
but it sure is taking a long time..
but until then I will be noticing your
beauty from a far...

Your secret admirer...

From a Black Man To a Black Woman...

From a Black man to a black woman..
I love the tone,
The tint,
the texture,
and The shadow of your brown complexion.

From a Black man to a black woman...

I love the beauty that's beyond complexion,
but right upon,
your Left atrium,
You know above,
your "LOVE BELOW"..

From a Black man to a black woman..

Love is worthy of trial,
Love that is beyond the propaganda,

Black Woman,

Black Woman,
It's nothing wrong with tears,
as long as you learn from your mistakes..
From your tears their is a clean slate,
some of the purest, and clean water
that you could've ever asked of God..

From a Black Man to a black woman..

Black Woman, all you have to do is listen..
and I gurantee you will hear the greatness
of Love Harmonies,
but for those that will listen
will forever reign in victory
of Love Protocol...

From a Black Man to a black woman..

The truth awaits to those few that
want to seek it, and to
rise above the lies... pain, and fears,
yet it is bearable
because realizing the truth about
love is only a matter of time
before we all reign in the history
of foreverness,
of LOVE.

Class. Vs.Ass

I Tend To run into girls that
have the ass, but never have
the class. This good on a "Outside
Looking at factor". But for a women
to classified her self as a ass is a
women with no Class.

Class identified a women as being
a very strong characteristics
women in life. Ass is just a
quick penetration of lust,
a women thats look at from
a quick portrait of a young
boy wet dream. Characteristics
helps a women distinguish The important
and health of her body, realizing that
what she have is pure, to save her self
from the few real diseases we have.

Sure a man pick and choose rather
he want to talk to you or not when
you mention that you practicing
abstinence for sake of your ass!

But thats when you hear the real
sensitivity of a Man come out,
him spitting all the game he came
to force you to turn your abstinence
in to ass.


I onces was that boy, that would look
for a women for the fee of the ass. But
as i grew and got older, and what a little piece
of ass can hold for person who body isn't pure.
all kind of alphabets diseases. Thats my story
and I'm sticking to it


I am Poetry.Jones

Model Type... [Michel'lay Ramone.]

Beautiful beyond complexion..
Intrigue by her fashion...
so infatuated by her
many attractions.. for
I am distracted sexually,
the flash of the camera
is her perfection..
Long strides down
the aisle is my salutation..
with that walk she
leaves elegance,
but
I'm to the level of enthuse.
gleamed with esteem as
my thoughts confessed..
she leaves me at the
figment of my own
imagination
with a hint of lust..
her glorious
complexion seem
to be so soft, but yet
warm..
her signature brown
eyes sends messages
of seductively pleasures..
her curves reading at
the max of success....
Mmm her strawberry scent
left me @ a manifested
strength..
[ Inside my mind]
" all I'm thinking is pressing up
her against the wall, lifting up her
dress && inserting my penetration
of desire"...
back to reality where my mouth
is completely foaming..
as this day dream quickly
begins to be noticeable to
every staring eye...
but
Can you believe their
reply?


To be continued.

In Conclusion:[Michel'lay Ramone.]

Continuing....

@ They only reply, they dared to
called the security over
disgust..

thinking... " Don't judge me", old girl
is so fine..

As I'm being carried to the interrogation
room..
to only be questioned
by the girl
"Michel'lay Ramone"
as she yell " Get out the** F_cking
Room".. as she yell @ the security...
as she passionally walks
around the room
staring, i could see that'
she was wearing her
seductive eye..
she whisper... " Did my image
mislead you"..
Ms.Ramone you are
absolutely beautiful.. In my replies
well thank you..
but at the behest of
my eyes she relinguish
her discretion [ Parental
Advise] as I stood @ a
surprise...
@ her package
shaved perfectly with
scent of irish jasmine..
as I begin to aroused
in form of a untamed
vampire as my fains
begin to form..
Kissing her Oh so sweet neck
whispering in between every.
divine approach
" Do you like this baby"...
Tongue leading me to tempation
Tongue leading me to sweetness
every peck, every kiss
I grew a inch taller...
Michel'lay has now bust
out patrol of intimacy
became something that
i hardly recognize
beasty-like freak,
the harder she moan,
the more she relinguish
juices...
Mmm, only problem is
I was there, but my mind
was gone, I was Drake
" So Far Gone"..
with my pistol in my
hand cover with
sex creme, and she's
gone like " Britney Spears"
and I'm Crying a River..
Now I will try to move
mountain..

To be continued....