FullofDesire's blog: "Is love blind?"

Rise!! Held back by these walls like a leash on a dog, Hell bent on rising even though I fall, In my thoughts I stand tall even though I crawl, Quick to claim the fame even though I’m small, I rise like the flames on a burning log, Covered in ashes I dust myself off, It’s time for a new leader to represent yall, Too many Kings have failed, too many lives got lost, A voice whispers in my ear, it sounds so subtle, It says hit the wall and watch it crumble, I hesitate, because of my fears of trouble, But then I thought about all of my years of struggle, I smacked the wall with my fist and moved through the rubble, As I look back, all I see is a puddle, It must’ve come from all of this blood on my knuckles, As it drips dry, I rise like a space shuttle, I leave the world behind in the midst of my troubles, In my muscles I feel the power of a scud missile, Breaking those walls was like popping a bubble, I’m taking over yall, I’m not dropping the issue,

What a time Wine and dine, dine with wine, Get drunk for the bliss of the time, Is it time or is it in my mind? As the taste cools my tongue I rewind, Relaxed but not all is fine, Reminded by the past I simply sigh, Drenched in misery I ask why, No answers, I don’t expect a reply, Like a game I just try, Did I fail, is my life a lie? Or did I succeed past the visions in my eyes? I could be blind because all I see is behind, Or beforth, still I climb, To who’s ambitions? It must be mine’s, Like discoverers I search to find, Uncovering only a bottle of wine, I drank till my heart is thine, Can you feel my pain like chimes, When the wind blows? Blow me a sign, In the midst of the snow I seek to hide, Underneath warm blankets my face seems shy, The world can’t see me cry, Alone with only a dog at my side, My depression seems to subside, So in my devastation much is abide, Should I remain faithful or should faith be my suicide? The answer may lie in this bottle of wine, Wine and dine, dine with wine, What type of conclusions will it untwine?

The loneliest man There was a lonely man, so lonely and disgusted, He thought he was depressed but depression wouldn’t touch him, Tried ending his life but the blades wouldn’t cut thru his skin, He would have given his life but he committed too much sin, So he tried more times, to cut thru his veins, In the end all he had to show was blood on his name, He understood nothing had changed, his luck was still the same, Trapped in a room with a bathtub filled with shame, He could wash away the guilt but he smelled like a fraud, Counterfeit money, you know has no cost, So a counterfeit life isn’t even worth the loss, That’s how he felt and those were his thoughts, He consumed narcotics thinking that would solve it, To only find out, he got high more often, He sold a few bags but his money did a rock spin, He was much worse now than he was when he started, He sniffed a little and brought himself to the end of this riddle, With his thoughts written on paper as if so simple, He wondered what more will it take to end a life so cripple, Lonely, the man began to shut his eyes……………….. And then he finally giggled.

Cigarette buzz As I approached the clerk, suspicious I chose my blunt, With two cases of beer, I know I’ll get drunk, I asked for menthols, and gave the man six more bucks, I slipped the blunt in my pocket and put the beer in the trunk, Then proceeded, to text my home boy skunk, Cause his stuff is in your system six more months, I split, rolled, lit the blunt, took six small puffs, Cracked open a bottle to wash the taste off my tongue, As I put the spliff out, I entered the club, The music loud, voices low, I kept saying what, She said, ”what would you have?” I answered just give me a dub- shot of Henny and an ashtray for my cigarette butts, A young chick sat at the bar, all dressed up, She would make an order but her money wasn’t enough, I sent her a smile, she replied with a blush, I whispered in her ear, are you with anyone? She pointed at her friends, they were there to have fun, From my pack, I took a smoke, to regain my buzz, Got drinks for her crew, she began to show me some love, Started telling me things I wouldn’t even had asked of, Like her wish to get high, so I brought her to the cut, I grabbed the spliff out of my pocket and lit it back up, No, it wasn’t her first time and she wasn’t that young, She puff, puff, passed, I passed after six puffs, I blew her a gun and put my hand on her big butt, As she choked she muttered, “I want your dick in my guts!” She also mentioned, “when I’m high I love to suck!” We rushed to her place, no time for kisses and hugs, Clothes came off, she was a sexy little slut, With her bent over the rail, I violently popped her cunt, And every spot in her apartment, was not a spot untouched, She yelled, “stop for a minute!” then she threw up, The door closed, several times I heard the toilet flush, I laid back on the floor and noticed that the sun was up, From my pack, I took a smoke, it was time for my buzz, From what I’ve seen and what I know, this night was done!

Dark-skinned shorty I saw a dark-skinned shorty I would really like to meet, But she was too busy chasing a different kind of meet, The ones with more money, was her type of meat, And she went out of her way to keep them biting at her feet, If seen from a distance, she was a wonder girl, Cause everyone would wonder, who is that girl, I came to know her as, that short skirt girl, Many others knew her as a go to church girl, Her mother loved her daddy, and her father was a preacher, Impetuous, she did those things her mother wouldn’t teach her, They had no idea that their daughter was a teaser, That she showed more flesh than a butcher with his cleaver, That she had two kids, with two different fathers, And that every promiscuous night she had a different partner, A permissive woman with the mind of a martyr, Makes you kinda wonder, what world was she part of, Now she’s part of mine, I lit a spark in her eye, Because she seen me with a bankroll, the size of a lime, The dinner bell has rung, it’s my turn to dine, This dark-skinned shorty, is now the swine!!

Love sees Love is blind but very conditional, When limits appear they remain subliminal, We test the heart of our lover as if permissible, Only to discover that love isn’t blissful, Love is magic, a cute dove in a hat trick, Spontaneously drafted at the same time sporadic, We become confused by the magician with his illusive gadgets, As the same to lovers with words emphatic, Love is a memory to those who wait, Wait too long and love turns to hate, In other situations it turns to haste, Hurray and fix things before your love is waste! But wait, what is love? Some say it’s sent from above, To give us peace when times are tough, Then where is love when I shed my blood? It seems to hide when I scream and cry, Maybe love isn’t strong enough to defeat my pride, Or could love be keen as a thief in the night? A sly perfectionist lurking in the shadows like a spy, Waiting for the right moment to strike with no explanations, Softening ones heart, redeeming its provocations, Leading lovers to express feelings of exaggeration, And soldiers to fight wars under false allegations, For all this, then love must see, For how could it function without a vision to lead, To say it’s blind is to deprive its deed, So the next time you feel loved, remember love sees!