The Beast Within

The Night Before XXX-Mas

T'was the night before XXX-mas and all through the house,

T.H.O.T.s were all high slurping balls in their mouth,

Black girls and White chicks on Molly and Perc,

giving tattoos with hangers (which probably hurt).

The children were nestled on bristles of hay,

since they wasn't gonna get sh1t anyway,

Old Ma watchin' pornos and twerkin'; Old Pop,

yelled "One more Viagra won't hurt me; don't stop!"

The stockings were hung by the chimney with hair,

that fake dollar sh1t you can get anywhere,

Kuron and Big Mike rollin' dice on a book,

and feeling all antsy off white girl and kush.

When out in the street there arose such a sound,

some young thug was yellin' out "Yo hold him down!"

Mike opened the door with the handle all fast,

and saw they was beatin' on Santa Claus @ss!

The reindeer were watching like "Who's gon let go?"

Ashamed like a mutha of Rudolf's...

Fantasize (A Short Story Poem)

There she is so beautiful; I wonder where she’s from,
her makeup’s light but obvious; her brunette hair’s a bun, 
she smiles in my direction as she saunters by my desk,
with skin so clear it’s seemingly undaunted by life’s stress.

I fight but cannot help it as my brain begins to drift,
my left hand trembles slightly as the plain begins to shift,
the office morphs into a dim lit bedroom; can’t disguise,
imagination spat to life as I then fantasize,

me taking her within my arms and staring in her eyes,
I’m just a tad unbalanced if you’re caring to surmise,
the normal way of daydreaming is not a pal to me,
for things I see within my head become reality.

Her fingertips caress my cheek and tenderly regard,
tumescent spirits entering and rendering me hard,
but she’s too ravishing for dirty thoughts so picture this,
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Redemption Of The Reaper {A Short Story Poem}

Times are very busy; nowadays I’m on my grind,
I take them to the light but certain things lay on my mind,
this job can be quite taxing to the caverns of the soul,
as though my grip is slipping off the patterns of control.

You know just who I am and if you don’t then listen up,
my role’s to take your lifeline when it’s time to give it up,
there’s no place you can run from me; a lot of folks have tried,
to go and hide; please understand, a lot of folks have died,

before they’ve wanted to; it’s a decision out your hands,
it’s not like you’ll return from this vacation; south of France,
Hawaii or Jamaica; this is not that kind of trip,
no need in bringin’ luggage or your troubles; life’s a b!tch.

I’ve held the hand of many when they’ve up and left this life,
the fear is in not knowing what exactly death is li...

We Are Giants

It’s only OTAs right now but never will it stop,
last season bottom feeders now we’re headed to the top,
a brand new coach and GM; we’re above the land of small,
and that’s ‘cause we are Giants; met your life we’ll stand up tall.

D@mn right my blood is blue but Donnie Wahlberg I am not,
these teams gon’ get their bubble busted when the iron’s hot,
enough to burn ‘em third degree with potent urgency,
we’ll suffocate our scheduled foes who don’t deserve to breathe.

Our squad is led by Eli; that’s right good old number 10,
who’s never missed a game and yet some people wonder when,
he’ll hang ‘em up for good; a notion simple in its calm,
I’ll tell you from the heart I’m going to miss him when he’s gone.

There’s Odell Beckham, Jr. which is long for OBJ,
the speculators out t...

Rage

I feel it bubbling up yet my demeanor's next to calm,
the fire builds within until my head and neck are warm,
a key has been inserted in the hole that locks the cage,
and turns my hazel green eyes blue; dear God please stop the rage,

that threatens to consume the very essence of my soul,
I'm not sure if the stress that's thrown's a test of my control,
but if it is I have to say my pencil point is broke,
I feel I should be laughing yet I can't pinpoint the joke.

There's something grabbing at me trying to run me down as well,
I'm treading in a lake of gas; at risk to drown in H3ll,
the fire cooks my skin 'til it begins to brown and swell,
descending into darkness like I'm falling down a well.

I'd go to jail for murder yet the thrill is in my sin,
to wrap my hands around her neck and kill her with my pen,
I use but then the ink becomes infernos crowning high,
a bow tie of emot...

Mental Masturbation

Tell me that you knew it baby; that it'd feel this good, 
we've opened up each other in those ways that feelings could, 
exposing prose in vocals like how any realness would,
especially when you think of how it is to feel it good.

Lay back and give your mind to me because it's time for play,
remember this is realness darlin'; ain't got time for games,
my head's between your thighs with that torrential kind of rain,
to have you feeling high as if you've done a line of 'caine.

No man has come correctly with the tongue to bring your blood,
skyrocketing to Heaven like The Cunning Linguist does,
relax and close those peepers and just think about the sound,
it makes to lick your essence clean and think about it now.

It feels as if you're floating don't it? See not many guys,
can take you up like helium balloons in windy skies,
to t...

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Never did I think that I'd wind up where I am now,

profess'nally it's lookin sweet but pers'nally it's sour,

I give my strongest efforts just to demonstrate I care,

I go to grab a hand but when I look, there's nothing there.

A ballad of a player who has had the roles reversed,

I think that things are better but they're really that much worse,

cause when you're in decline it's hard to make it back on top,

the efforts and attempts to do it right, for now they stop.

It's tiring to feel as though you're winning but you lose,

it's all inside the game; some people say I've paid my dues,

but nothing as disheart'ning as this journey in my shoes,

with rumors of the heart you start to think they all are true.

A man who's lost it all but might just get it back, th...

The Beast Within

Look deep in your body baby; tell me what you see,

a freaky muthaf*cka; be no other such as me,

I'm not on all that bullsh!t darlin please just hush ye mouth,

you've picked the lock so skillfully and now he's pushin out.

This figure that I'm speaking of is someone that you know,

he smells the way you're feeling; in return attacks you slow,

you should've left him resting there's no way to keep him in,

with Hennessy and bali you've unleashed the beast within.

The Beast is here for carnage to your body as a whole,

I've tried to keep him docile but he's way beyond control,

and now his sights are set on you this b@st@rd has the drive,

to work you over leaving you completely satisfied.

He'll start off with your pu55y cause this fella loves to eat,

your cum is like dessert to him; a h3lla f*ckin treat,

his mission is to drain to dry...

Tick Tighs

Some thick thighs make great earmuffs in the weathe...

Hurry Up This Way Again {A Short Story Poem}

Nobody; see but Tina doesn't give a f*ââ...