Live ya life (a dedication to celebrities)

All I see
are people living in misery
people losing hope
people finding hard to cope
with the world in which
we live today.
the world that has abandoned the people
and left them as cast aways.

People
as rich as can be...
living in the mansions
trying to be glamorous and fancy.
Diamond rings...
and poppin champagne...
contemplating
out of their millions of outfits...
"What should I wear today."

But do they dare look
past their clean cut grass...
do they look past their suburbia
to find that outside their gates...
there is no utopia.
We have gangs running
around in our streets.
We have hungry families
begging for something to eat.
We have hard working families
that have no clothes...
because all they can do
is keep their children out of the cold...
with a roof over their heads
and shoes on their feet...
but food in their bellies...
making sure there is
always a place to live and to eat.

There is no utopia outside of their walls...
they need to get in their benzes and take a stroll
to neighborhoods that look so grim
and give back to those who have given
them their millions...
from watching movies...
and buying their cds...
these rich folk would not dare
to even step foot in our cities...

So to all those who have the riches
think of how you got there
it was each of us poor folk
that had a little money to spare...
to buy that cd
to relieve our stress for a day
or to go on a date
and see your movie
and your plays.
So like you say with out even a word
You dare not give to the helpless
you write a check to nowhere
and think that is something that help...
but you have no idea
that that money is kept
on another rich mans steps.

So here I stand
a middle class man
saying to you
that there in this world of mine
is a lot of strife...
but Im gonna continue to do me
and survive
while you live ya rich life

The Craving (Poem)

Those words
just make my asset rise
to new lengths
to hit the sky...
Oooh baby I want you...

I hear those words
it makes me
crave your touch
your scent
your presence.

On top?
on the bottom?
it does not matter to me
as long as I can be
inside of you
holding you
breathing your breath
kissing your lips...
that is where I want to be.

To feel that warm pleasure
as I move in and out
of your holy grail
moaning...
pleasing each other
to no avail...
I slowly move me head
lower to your breast
by which I tell you
we are definitely not done yet...

I lick you from top to bottom
and all the way down...
groaning
moaning....
making some sweet sounds.
I hear those words again
and it excits me to please...
as I slowly release my seed...
from that moment...
I must say..
that I love you more
oooh...each
and every day...

Loving life

What is love anyway? Is it that feeling of feeling good and happy? You just feel that overwhelming sensation of greatness and wholeness. You feel so good about that person when they make you smile, when they make you feel loved, when they show you attention...What about those times where there is hatred? He hurt me because he didnt come home on time and missed this special dinner I planned for our anniversary. She hurt me when she did not want to have sex with me that night because she was so tired. Then you start feeling all these doubts about things. Is she sleeping with somebody else? Is he really staying late at work to finish up his business? Or is he sleeping with his secretary?

Everybody in this world has a hidden agenda. No matter what you say. You are with a person because you always want something. Whether it is the love and affection that you crave or the massaging of the feet at the end of a long day, you want something. So does that mean that love is selfish? Does that really mean that there is no such thing as a selfless act in love? What do you think...