Dream Queen

I close my eyes and try to imagine what she looks like, what she sounds like...who she is. In my dream, she's dark skinned cause that's what I like the best. Dark and beautiful, luscious lips and curves...no need for nothing too extravagant, just a beauty in the face at least. She's 5 ft something, but definetely shorter then me...maybe an inch, but definetely not a foot. Her hair feels real and smells good and if she has a weave, she's comfortable around at least me with her real hair...and I like touching it. I fancy myself a lion so I don't dream of nothing less then a lioness. She can cook cause Solo likes to eat. She cleans, but doesn't mind being dirty with me cause she knows...I'll take care of her...I'll take care of it. Sometimes, we both cook naked and take it to the kitchen table...dinner? Of course, main course...I'll wash the plates, that's nothing. I love my dream girls smile cause it makes me feel like the greatest, I love her eyes cause they twinkle like stars in the sky and at night, it feels like a match made in heaven. Her kiss is so sweet, her lips are so soft and I feel like they are what I need...but she's just a dream. So I'm left to wonder, does she even exist? My dark skinned Dream Queen who isn't scared to come for me cause I give her comfort...all day...all night. She doesn't just cook and clean, but she knows how to control my untamed soul...cause it's un-tameable. She just lets it flow, fuck control. We dominate together, sometimes each other, regardless of the weather and wherever we are, we feel in our hearts, we should be together. But if we apart, we know how to handle it and it ain't no stress, simple...love. Or am I too much of a lion to have just one lioness? Too much to have a queen who aspires for the best...who expects the best, first from herself and me? Could that be a reality for me? Or is it destined to remain a dream? I admit, I struck out three times in life already so perhaps my charm wore off...Real Luck Gone. To be honest, I guess it's ok cause I believe there's a soul mate for me...out there, somewhere. So I'll continue to live my life, searching for a dream girl to make my real wife...who allows me to do my own thing cause she knows...I'm her King and she's my Queen. Till then, when the lights go off and I dream, I'll be reunited with Ms Right and Perfection, she's one in the same...so maybe that's her name. Ms. Right Perfection...she's one in the same, we play no games...except on Playstation I guess. But I don't even know her real name. After all, it's just a dream...who needs a real name when you sleep?

Tireless King....searching for a Dream Queen....oh where is she?

What's Cuffing About? Really?

I asked her...What does it mean to cuff? I'm Wst Indian, that's what we call a punch...Then again my love is like a shot to ya temple. I admire ya temple plus the simple things in life...Like the fact that your smart and like it raw when I pipe. Just me and you baby, we could do this for life. So what's the cuffin for miss? U don't even have to b my wife. You could live the life for free, by week or the month...Depending on how you keep it up, you could work up to a year, then maybe two depend on how well you do in other areas I consider of value. How's ya conversation? Mentally stimulating while my heart's articulating the emotion of love? When I blow on purple bud, would I do it alone or share the smoke? Would we both tote and talk, spark up with our mind's high, talk about all sorts of shi everytime...Just free our minds? How rich is ya soul? Do you value money, believe all that glitters is gold? Or do you hold something deeper, a richer feature far sweeter then ya ass...Ya soul, beautiful and agile...Holding onto the core values of true love, a true Us...A true one. Us being a union, intertwined by love, married before the One Above...

That's the only way I'll ever cuff again. By this current definition, for now it's hugs and kisses...

Goodbye girlfriend, perhaps I'll see you again. Some other day, one other weekend. Until then...
Au revoir sweetheart.
R. $olo

Blasin(Hot 2 Death)

She's classified exotic like the haze I blaze when the day's events had my mind bent on elevation. Half asian and Haitian, I didn't know her mix existed? Rare like Pineapple Express except I didn't expect for her to blow my mind. Every time her mouth opens it's like Heaven's flowing directly from her soul. Her voice hits the right notes, be them high or low...She just knows how to sing. A beautiful muse to the King, her voice being part of the reason why I'm amused when she's around. Other part being that with her, I can't believe what I'm seeing. I must be dreaming...She's really singing? And she's black and asian, sort of girl I've been waiting for since I was a young boy at 18...In class with daydreams about slanted eyes and a fat ass matched with a strong mind to compete with mine. Daydreaming about a Queen with the right attitude that just wants to move Solo like her dude, that dude being me. But now I'm 23 with no room for new dreams, just time to turn old ones into realities and I can see another one happening. I'm Bajan, she's Blasian and blazing hot, we're both going to the top with nobody to stop us but us which makes us...One in the same. I'm equipped with a beautiful brain and she can sing...Put the two of us together and we'll change the game. Force alot of you to stop playing...Cause we what we do? We do it too serious, you must be delirious, we don't consider this playing. This is raw passion, like doing the nasty in front of ya kids. Passion for the talents that we've been handed by Him. She has the voice of an Angel...That's why I love when she sings.
R. $olo

If I was a girl(Narcissus View)

And I saw me? I wouldn't wait to approach, I would just go all in. Introduce myself and suggest we become friends. After the first date, invitation upstairs and in...So we could engage in conversation, at least. But if I didn't want to talk, I would say fuck words, get to the verb...Action. Fuck! On the first night, it would be alright with me, I wouldn't look at you any differently. I would still call you, if it was popping and all...Everything though, including the convo should be on point. But if it wasn't, if you wasn't a good conversationalist and ya action was wacc, I'll deny contact...Or try to avoid it. If I was a girl, I would rock my own world...Given the chance to meet me. Given the chance to meet Rashad aka Godbody? Sorry to say it, but if I was a girl, I'd be gay...No niggas fucking me, I only fuck with bitches. Either way, she becomes my leading lady, but since I'm Rashad, she could have my baby...If she's really wifey like that. As a matter of fact, if I was a girl, I'd try and marry myself. Not for the wealth, for more then the sex. Moreso, how deep I can get into ya head and ya heart, make em both melt, make ya body wet and kiss u from head...To toe. Shi, if I was a chick and I met me, I would gladly hand over my number, call myself the same night, no hesitation. Matta fact, I would be waiting for myself to come through...Jus playing a game on the phone while I make my way over. When I get there, it's a wrap. We'll play Wii, smoke weed, watch T.V. n fall asleep on the couch. Rashad doesn't give it up on the first date, he makes you wait. Cause yes, it really is that good...It's a gift. And if your good enough, you could open it on the first date...Sorta like Trey, I'm talking first date...
Strictly Entertainment...I'll put my X on it.

Unfortunately for me, I'm not a girl which means I have to find one who could match my criteria. A living Dream...a Beautiful Queen. Luckily, however, I am a man, Crowned King in fact, Solo being the name...SWAG being my gift. Yes, I nicknamed my dick, so haters, hop off it. Cuz I am a man, fuck that, the man, fuck that, one man....And Solo can do everything you imagined. So baby girl...Let me show you the brighter side of life. Not saying you could be my wife, but at least my friend, boo for the time being. If I was a girl...But since I'm the man, I could only imagine...What being with you might be like.

R. $olo

1:40 A.M.(My fav #'s 14)

Time is of the essence and evidentally, it's still mine...My mind's thoughts are delivered by my hands that are raw. Scars born from holding the pen too long. Well, my thoughts are raw, my hands are still soft...And I like my baby's bottom...Children aren't currently an option. I'm too young to be a father and u think ur my mother, so why bother raising an adult and a kid? Honestly, neither one of us are ready for it...We might have to do adopt kids Let's help the world girl...Take care of the world, keep you away from childbirth until we old enough for our own? Until you think that I'm grown and we both on our own? Not physically...I meant mentally. For now, my mind's too wild to settle down, I'm bound for great things, currently can't have a kid. Honestly, I don't do love, my only love is writing. But baby girl, your the next best thing...If I'm the King, you know your the Queen. We could make an heir some other day, maybe? When we're grown and stable, when I'm able to devote time to a baby? Someday after I ask the question...Where love is my passion and my craft is complete? 2nd only to you? But until then boo...
Time is of the essence and evidentally, it's still mine. So I gotta shine like the star I was born to be, exceed expectations that were set before me...And accomplish things that no one would believe...Until they see of course. I'm living Art, molded with bones and blood, lived with pain and love, became sort of the King of Ink...Just think about it. I'm living Art, Ink pumps my blood, not a heart. Currently I'm Heartless...Until someone could harness my love.

#45 My Jordan Prime

That makes me 23 years old yet in my prime like I'm 35. My thoughts comprise a written art that's priceless. At my tender age, I've learned to kill with my kindness. Literally, I'm figuratively a Lion. My chest is swollen with a King's Pride, I have the presence of mind to decide what's right and wrong at all times and I've been able to survive in the Peasant's streets...So I'm a humble King. Humbly, the King of Ink who's thoughts come raw like you snorted a line. My thoughts come in higher then that when I'm regular...Or feeling fine with a wine black. Irregularly special, this talent I can't let go, this talent is already so grown...I'm so Grown Up!...
But I'm only 23 yrs old, so my girl tells me "Hush...Solo your just a puppet to society. Selling ya soul for dollars, coming up with this little moniker all to make money and have ya name in gold? All to get paid and be laid up with the hoes?"
I looked all innocent, eyes big like a kitten's. I put my hand over hers so she knew I wasn't kidding. "My soul's not for sale, believe me I'm real...So real you could feel me through ink...So real you could hear me when you think...That's really me talking, just using ya voice. I'm a magician so of course, I got a magic touch. I make ya mind blush and ya body melt in my hands, you know I'm not playing. I'm just saying...I'm a young grown up." With a smooth shot that'll stroke ya like a night in NY and I'm against the Knicks...55 buckets...#45 got lucky? Think not...And now I'm that hot at the age of 23.
R. $olo aka King 1NK

Right Before Six

I decided I'd go in again with the pen. Write something beyond no one's comprehension, as long as your imagination's involved. Because my thoughts are birthed from wild dreams that I thought were so real. At least...When I sleep. Those nights when I dreamed of things crafted so beautifully? The women, I mean. So perfectly scripted in my dreams. But in reality, it seemed I could only imagine those Queens. But it seems that my mind has scripted a beautiful human being. At least when he's thinking, awake without dreams. When's he breathing and reaching for something else, when's he's high and his mind's too wavy to touch. He's a mind-blowing Force like Yoda in the clutch...Against such weaker men. Beautifully scripted again? With a pen, at least? When he writes it, he reaches deep in and finds ways to transcend emotions so entrenched within all of us? The deepest and truest ones, sadness and grief to smiles or love? Somewhere in between, you get caught in lust? For more? Of his stories, I mean...The ones that are birthed from his dreams of aspiring? To be the greatest artist to breathe? At least a consideration, but at least everyone will read...And that's the greatest to me.
Right before six, I continued on like it was still my 1st, well it is August right? But I'll fight cause I'm more starved then thirsty...The only then to satisfy my appetite is to write like it's the last thing I can do. Like it's the only thing I can do...Continue to live my dream. Right before six, I continued on like it was nothing but a new month...August that is, I was born on the 6th...
N u know we gonna partttyyy....N bullshit like Biggie said. Yep, there's NY in him. Damn, man Mr. Solo aka King? The one who was born on the 6th of August? He goes hard, there's no stopping him.
R. $olo....I don't do it for the bucks.