in the midst of it all surrounded by nothing

She’s so fiiiiiine….
I’ve gotta admit I wouldn’t let her ride my face though
I don’t know her like that yo

but…

she’s finer than the ripest fruit
not the average Bentley, she’s the coupe
she’s so fine, after looking at her I needed a minute to regroup
and if beauty was essential, she’d be the truth.

she had it all, minus a few things…
but I asked myself: self, who really has it all anyways, these days?
making excuses
the games we play

truth of the matter was…

she was the surface and I needed her core
and expecting more than a pretty face, she found unreasonable
I couldn’t even get her to be her self
she remained concealed, like a plastic Barbie on a shelf
she had no elevation, motivation, or even transportation

I complained and she gave me an ultimatum…

she told me leave it or take it
hell, I’ll admit I took it
with all that ass, if I wouldn’t have, I would’ve been stupid
but shortly thereafter, I gave her all that shit back
she was fine, but baby wasn’t all that
+ the trouble she put me through, I knew someone else would have to pay for that

her depth was shallow
she had more lows than high notes
why I even fcuked with her, I still do not know
wait…
yes I do.
she was so fine, it was like eating forbidden fruit
she asked me to show her love
but she couldn’t see through
I apologized, but the connection just wouldn’t produce

I ended it.
put a dot on it, period.

yet, I left so confused…
how was I in the midst of it all surrounded by nothing?

Absurd Notions.

To name a few…

Any one religion or spiritual belief is superior to another.
What births such a thought that makes your ideals any greater than anyone else’?

Only idiots encounter error.
It takes a thinker to recognize error and correct it, only an ignoramus individual will stand by an idea even after they know it to be untrue.

Love is fallible.
One could only believe such because they have never experienced an authentic encounter with love in its purest form.

“It ain’t trickin’ if you got it.” “Make it rain on these hoes.” and other lyrics that proclaim and support senseless splurging on women.
If you uphold such ideas, you should never fix your mouth to call a woman a gold digger. You’re the one who supplied the shovel.

The absence of truth is equivalent to a lie.
You’re not asking the right questions…

Absurd notions. Think before you speak. Be conscious of what you believe.

#Ponder

The smuggled truth comes out when you’re angry.

Think about all the hurtful, yet truthful things you’ve said to people simply because you were angry.

Embellishments are produced when you’re overtly blissful.

Imagine all the things you cook up when a person asks how you’ve been since they’ve last seen you.

In either case, have you ever been surprised about some of the shit that has come out of your mouth upon retrospect?

It makes me wonder… Are we ever really as happy as we portray ourselves to be or do we simply begin to believe the things we say, over time. And are we ever totally honest to the point where our truth matches our emotions, because emotions don’t lie, no matter what the circumstances are.

Something to consider.

Truths.

There’s some truth in all that you hear. You must know what to listen for. The truth may not lie in the subject matter, it may not lie in the words, but it lies within the character of the person who speaks. Listen closely. They are expressing inadvertent truths about themselves.

Anyone can create a lie, but it takes a clever genius to conceal the truth. Very few are capable.

#Ponder

I wonder if one may ever attain their every desire and need.

It seems as though as soon as we acquire the things we want and need, we move on to wanting and needing something else. So the fact that, that single need and/or want has been fulfilled, yet another desire replaces it makes me question whether or not our wants and needs can ever wholly be brought to a state of completion.

Just a little something to boggle the mind with.

Life Happens.

Either life happens to you or you happen to life. Which is it going to be? Regardless, life will happen.

Incongruency.

I don’t write, merely to be read. I don’t speak, merely to be heard. And I don’t exist, merely to be seen. I want you to find deeper meaning in me.

I say so much without saying it.
And the unsaid, my facial expression portrays it.

I will never make it because to make it would indicate that I have gotten comfortable where I’m at. My journey shall never end at that. To me, making it is to keep going, otherwise you’ve given up without even knowing it. Simplistic shit.

I may not always tell the truth, but I don’t lie. And if I said I wasn’t there, best believe I have an alibi.

They say if you argue correctly, you’re never wrong.
I’m so on, even when I’m off.
Argumentative thought. Balance. Don’t fall off.
I only always give my best and that alone separates me from the rest.
I’m not cocky, I’m confident and the shit that comes out my mouth is so legit.
Come. Take a grasp hold of this.
Because “this shit right here, nigga” will make you lose it. If you ever even had it.

I want to be that writer that publishes tons of literature after death. Because I want you to feel me even when I’m dead. Tupac type of shit. Machiavelli.

That’s all I have to say, consider it said.