Beautiful Suicide No sleep for a gangster, playing by their rules, ruthless torture of an idea we once knew, something different but we all used to. Weird turn pro, yet the amateurs are the real, stand too far out easy to kill. Can`t run back for the fear of a better past, so we run towards our great futures. Just another name to greet you, look at the fame and money is how they treat you. Fighting for something that`s not ours and gladly assassinate for what`s theirs. Love is in the mind, with hate in the hair. Brushing it willingly while it waves in the air. Not ready for heaven, because the world is not ready for us to let go. Fuel with any intention to start this car`s engine. Stepping on the right path while God watch me tripping. My mind is the weapon I tote when its murder she wrote. Good for me, but me kill I when society dies. It looks like another suicide. -Kenneth Lamar
Dangerous Before cutting the grass While he was getting prepared As he pulled off his shirt I couldn’t do anything but stare. His chocolate skin looked so soft The way his stomach was cut His shirt, I wish he had not taken off. But to look at him-was such a delight. From head to toe his body was tight. I couldn’t finish the chores because he was all in my mind, So I had to go peek one more time. Watching him as the bottled water touched his lips, His muscles flexed while his arm rested above his hips. Once again-I had to walk away from that door, But once I calmed down, I could go back for more. I wish just once his body I could hold, This chocolate stranger has me loosing control. LeRhonda R. Carter 33