I sit on the porch of my new home around stuff I didn't buy, but now belongs to me. The house is furnished with nice things and filled with expensive stuff. It's all mine! A car pulls up on the dirt road in front. A white man in a crisp white shirt and khaki pants gets out,on his belt hangs a holster with a revolver strapped in it. he seems surprised to see me on the porch. His look saids, what this nigger doing on my porch! I felt I would be welcoming this man,now I feel dredd and fear. He never says a word, just staring at me! Then as if prearranged, his friends show up and park their cars on the side of the house. They all are similar dressed as the first guy, only some wore stars on their belts some with pistols. They gather together whispering, keeping their eyes on me, as the first guy walks over to them. As they discuss the matter, I overheard someone say, that's lynch him! They seem to reject that idea. After a few moments, the first guy comes up the stairs followed by a couple of friends, turns me around and puts handcuffs on me.

Killing the sweet negative

The sweet negative feeling kept gnawing at my heart. I could not lose it. I tried diluting it with thought, and waiting it out. I tried crushing it with doubt and trying to starve it out. Nothing worked..... Until I just looked at it without giving it a name. I let it be without judgment. More space surrounded it until I could hardly feel it.

Knowing you

In the dim of light, you be causing such a stir . Your strange behavior  in my eyes is because your mate walked out. I barely know your look cause I hardly see you. When I get to my floor, you be really acting out. News paper around your door, the key still in your lock. Strange shit going down , I hurry rush inside!
At every sound, I peak out side to get a glimpse of what you may look like, I wouldn't know you on sight, and thats what causing me such a fright!

Wunderland

For a certain price, the clothes come off . It's nothing to you on what you do, it's all in the contract. The depth of your actions seem to have gone by the wayside, I've never seen such open privacy. The sights others had seen were secrets, now they seem passe. Again and again your nakedness, still strong in the piercing eyes of the watchers, have moved them to boredom. There's nothing new under the sun;only seems that way in wunderland.

Another day in wunderland

You say you're so shy You can't say my name, but monthly blood on cotton panties, you show to any stranger. Girl, I'm confused! There's a show between your thighs, and you don't even blink an eye. I know tokens don't fall from the sky, but girl, you ain't shy.
A husband to find on your porn site job, that could be faithful, is like printing money on toilet paper.
You're not high, you're just naive.

Hunger

The music with just the right amount of sexyness, plays in the background, as the beautiful nude woman undulates to the warm rhythm of sound.
Such beauty is like a hunger to be fed and finding no end to the feeding, it can't be satisfied. One must be content to have the hunger,not the satisfaction of it.
Fill your eyes, not your stomach and the hunger will always be the pleasure.

Yellow Rain

Tis a nasty state we find ourselves with no redemption in sight, only the ignorance of the masses make things seem normal. The joke is on them and they seem not to know, or really care, or they just want to keep believing the dream. Better to keep dreaming then confront the evil state we're in.
Answers don't come easy, and when they do, don't add up with what is known.
They piss on our heads and call it rain... What to do!? The ones with the power, can always denie the obvious with their spin on words and leave the masses confused into not doing anything, then they forget, until the next thing that happens.
At times, it seems the only thing we can do, is keep ourselves dry from the yellow rain.

Monkey style

And the rain keeps on falling, got a little in my mouth, sure is salty. Must be coming out of the ocean, and the weatherman giggles as he predicts more stromy weather.
I think I'm being pissed on! Oh no, says the weatherman, that's the pollution in the air.
They telling us it's rain when we know it's piss. They tell us it's clear when there's nothing but mist. We complain a little then go away. They'll have a little laugh and say, it'll always be our way, next time we'll take a dump on them and tell them it's snow!