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....

III [Michel'lay Ramone.]

Moving mountain's, sweating my
soul away.. longing for
another quest, another
touch, another kiss..
where has my imagination
gone?
I saw, but I never conquer
I never said what I wanted
to say.. I never
had the opportunity
to tell her because
at that very moment
she busted out in
flames of lust...
Like she knew the whole
time, and she thought she
was giving me what I wanted..
but I really wanted was her heart..
I wanted to manifest with her
mind, I wanted to share the
same ambitions and grow
through are strength..
Was I in love?
or
Was the sex that damn good?
she sex me to perfection
she moan with pure perfection
and I still hear voices
playing the same melodies in
my head..
She took in total control
like my dream
was totally premiered
on projection..
Now I'm projecting
a one nite stand
but I will be moving
mountains until
my question is answered...

IV. [Michel'lay Ramone.]

she got my mind playing
trick's on me..
Her smile,
Her smell,
Her charm
&& Her perfectly shape
figure is all @ the top
of my mind.

Out of nowhere
a soft whisper..
" Have you been
searching for me boy,
If it's meant to be
only god has that
vision for two to
be together"...
then back out
in the wind she goes.....

" Shaking my head" in complete confusion..
lord, why did you let her go?
she have my head turning
in every which or way
trying to search until I find..
It got so bad that now I'm
at confession, confessing my
truest & deepest feelings
about a stranger to
a bunch of strange
women.. that kinda
sorta favor her with
different features..
Lord, is it me, do they
noticed my weakness?
Why has my mind, and
heart fallen tremendously
for this women..
Something isn't added up,
let me re traced my steps....
.....
...
.......
....
She knew exactly what i was thinking
@ the photo shoot, she just disorganize
her security guards, and now she just
no where to be found.. am I under
a dry spell?

has my imagination been robbed?
has my identity been theft
Do I call the cops or do
I go to God?

How do I resolved this mystery?

V. [ Michel'lay Ramone]

Unsolved mystery..
how far have i come?
I have fell in love
with another beautiful face,
who images only reflect
the back of her ass..
but like Keri Hilson..
i have been knocked down
by the guidance of
satin.. On
satin sheets,
knowing that things
would get to this point..
why is everyone so afraid of
committment?

No answers..

What are we waiting on, only live
one life.. not really promise
tomorrow. How
long does it take to
gain feelings toward
so one.. or are
we going to misuse
the word sex,
until the whole
world is pregnanted
with baby father flaws.
or maybe until
child support invade our
neighborhood in white gown
the new slavery..

[ Fall out to his knees]

Michel'lay, Michel'lay, Michel'lay
or is that evening your real name?
come out, come out, come out..
where ever you are?
You can like somebody so hard
to sleep with them in one night
to not come out to speak
again..

But I solemny get drunk texts
or even in sublimial whispers
saying do I remember....

Yes, Yes, Yes, I remember
as of matter of fact
that's all I remember
that's all the bestows
over me is remembrance
of that day.

Your whole name is tatted across
my mind
I'm Will Smith in "Seven Pound"
my emotions are raging..
Why does my feelings
seem to be thee only
one toyed thus far..

If I took this whole vision
and turned it the other
way around where
would my mankind lie..
beneath the soul of a
lie or me being misleading
to the mind; or being sterotype
to bunch of women
singing the same sad love song
on how the last Guy..
Now we still singing song out loud
like "It kills me"..
by that fiona chick
while I'm still in the zone..

Don't cut me off, because now I have
the floor.. You have played so many
games long enough, and now
you are finally caught..
now you're guilty @ charged
You like being lied too, you're
in love with being mislead,
and you're relish the fact
that men will leave you because
you force them with insecurties...

You socialize with thugs, psycho path, and
demon cause you know what
intentions they bring..
but do me a favor next time
when you playing your roles
make sure it can't be noticeable..

so go ahead, cont'd to run,
and play silence because
your mission has now been
aboarded..

[ drop the key ]

" as she re appear with tears in
her eyes" she had a bunch
of adjustments to do...

To be continued with her feelings
and why?

Her Response [ Michel'lay Ramone] Ft Lyrical Eyes

How can you play me like this
how can you not understand
everything tha I have fucking been though
you do not know me and the reasons
that I do what I do
possibly because to me you are another man
that think that he knows the truth
I am hurt ok
I live in a world where I can not trust anyone
I can not expect one to just love me for me
so now you know what
I play the game and
it is what it seems
yeah I may mess with thugs and demons
but tell me who dont
who are you to judge
because you want me to think that you wont
you are no better than the rest
werent you trying to just get some ass from me
or was that Chris Brown singing
I wanna take you down
and not down town
but see you were just listeing to Keri
and to me she aint on shit
express her self with nothing but sex
I need what is real
what is going to make me feel
like a woman and not a toy
for a little boys excitement and joy
i socialize with society
because that is what everthing is about now a days
you dont know who you can trust
as specialy a man
because you dont know if he is going down south
on the down low
but of course let me guess
you would not know any of those things
because you are one of the purest forms
right
listen make me believe
something else
I am tired of hearing what a man can do
prove something to me
and then let me choose
People are suippose to be living like christ
but every day you wanna act like you are perfect
but when yoou pick up that phone
you are sex texting me at night.....