I'm just warming up...it's 2009, my time to shine. My time to turn up the heat, apply pressure to the weak...but help those who seek. It's my time to find the snakes in the grass and put a boot on they ass! My fault, I'ma crush a snakes head and make sure he's dead...It's not like they no longer twitching they legs. Like a grasshopper...or an ant if you play close enough attention, definitely a spiders...How many legs it got...8? But a snake? No legs...just a head, so to make sure it's dead...Well that I already said...or wrote it if you want to quote me. Plus, I'll always keep the grass trimmed, the gardeners may kill em when they see em. Florida is fine, but I think India is a better place for the time...I could probably keep a pet lion. Name him Musimba and he's the King of...Grass? It's his land and he'll eat snakes...if he can. See, we all lend a helping hand in ridding the world of snakes...but I don't hate them. I just dislike them, especially when I can see their lack of a spine...the truth in slitted eyes. But! That being said, I don't want em all dead...just not around me...not freely. I could keep it in a cage and poke fun at it for days, but if it eva escaped? I would be enraged. But there's No Emotion From a King, he just does his thing and that's that...That's why he wears the gold hat...The crown that none seem to realize wears so Heavy, save for those who respect reality...Those who appreciate that life is hard. Yet beautiful, like the sun shining on a spring day...Have you ever seen a painting that way? One that made you stop and say, "Damn, that's beautiful?" There's a beauty in art and my craft didn't involve drawing straight lines. I don't even think I could do it now unless someone showed me how. But that's life...He draws, I write. It's reality really...it's art in both ways, I just write what I say...I mean, see? Or just believe consists of a beautiful story, believe me? You should, trust me, we're good...The fundamentals are key. It's 2k9...2009, a new time to shine...Everyday, the weather changes...Everyday there's a new chance, in the sun or in the rain...Everyday is mine! That's how hard I'm gonna shine, that's how hot it will get, that'll be why you shiver when it's wet cause your somehow, Upset?! U thought u were hotter then me? You thought the d made you freeze? Bitch please, it's Miami...blazing Heat...I know why you weak in the knees. I broke you down, brought you into a league where your still just a rookie to me...And you talked shit. Bout how my d ain't this...but who's talking now? Who took a defeat? Not me...on both accounts, we'll keep that between you and me. You can get off ya knees...we can try again lata...If you please. You manage to maintain that respect that you sometimes neglect, but we are only human, we forget...and your no longer upset. You say good game instead. I didn't play you, we played each other...I'm the keeper of my Brothers, but fuck it, to be real...we all keep each other. Grounded and well rounded, groomed to better men from the time 2k9 began...and now we going out to be the best!...man that is, men at ya wedding, I'ma get drunk at the reception. It's gonna be the best shi...did I forget to mention...
I play 2k9...Yeah, that's my shit. Did any of you notice the switch? Oh...I got it. Now the system's on, this Xbox be blow'n me but...The switch is off. It's a button dummy, just press it once. And watch 2k9 come aLive...Better version, definitely an upgrade in so many ways but hey...we can play it your way. 2009 is my year, our year, you hear me? 2k9...that's my shit so if you fuck with it, fuck with me because I can be...whoever you can't be, unless you wanna play on my team...but that lesson would have to be free...For the rest of y'all opposing me, put up the cash and We'll see...I'm Online with the Account now...Mr.$114...who wanna play me?
2k9...We on My Time
Love.Live.Life...I love the life I live...Get with Us or Get Lost-The Family
PS...Lakers r winning the ship!
Mr. $olo
Saturday, April 18, 2009
am...
Not on the same level as other fellows, but I still manage to play fair...it's not worth it to cheat, it's not worth it to me. So when the game's on the line, just slow down, take ya time....You've done this before, u hit this shot before...Perhaps not with the crowd's roar, but if it goes in...You win. The crowd is yours and they'll applause...Encore. But if you choke and miss...you gotta swallow that shit as the crowd starts to bitch and moan, they're going home..."Some show," some may say but you...Encore. You still gotta play again my friend, the season's not over...
So while I maintain visions of the loss, it motivates me to win more...So fellas, I could lose some more. But if you cross the line and the gloves come off...Best believe u in the fight of ya life...Best believe you'll be salty when they turn off the lights. Sad thing is, that's how it'll be if I just played right...not choke up or get nervous, not buy into the hype. If I slow it down...just take my time...the jumper, will be fine....and now I fade away on a rainy day...
Solo you so cold...
So while I maintain visions of the loss, it motivates me to win more...So fellas, I could lose some more. But if you cross the line and the gloves come off...Best believe u in the fight of ya life...Best believe you'll be salty when they turn off the lights. Sad thing is, that's how it'll be if I just played right...not choke up or get nervous, not buy into the hype. If I slow it down...just take my time...the jumper, will be fine....and now I fade away on a rainy day...
Solo you so cold...
I
I'm so high, the stars envy me...it could be blue moons or the red hot sun...I'm scorching heat...I get so hot I freeze, Icy Midas Touch, everything chills around me. Try n figure my altitude, plus or minus a degree....
Friday, April 17, 2009
Baby Shower(Dogs & Parties)
Everyone she knew was invited. It was her baby shower, so they would shower her baby with gifts. She could only imagine what her friends would bring. Gucci this, Fendi that, Prada this, Burberry that...maybe even something with diamonds! A diamond necklace perhaps...all for her baby that was not even born. All because that's what she deserved...the world. If her friends wouldn't buy a diamond necklace for her little girl, she would...there was nothing in this world she couldn't afford.
She had spent all day in preparation of the shower. She bought all sorts of food and snacks, the bar was well stocked with every form of champagne known to man...It's a celebration bitches! She was ready to party the night away.
Her husband was a D.J. so they would be entertained, as long as the party lasted...as long as people showed up. They were good to go before the guests arrived, so by the time the first guest showed up...her and her husband were drunk. Gifts! They came with gifts and their own kid to play with her first-born. As more gifts came, the party grew larger, louder...more fun. She would stack all the gifts to the side and would hold that surprise until tomorrow. She didn't care about the gifts...she was rich! She could buy all their gifts at least 30 times and not notice a dime in her state of mind. She just wanted to party.
The kids? They slept, heaviest being her first-born. She was overdue so the rest came easy..she had labored all day. Athena was her name, for she was like the Roman goddess. Beautiful, powerful...she was named perfectly...she worked for her sleep. Best of all, Athena listened to those who called...Most often, her parents...those who raised her. She was forever ready to do their bidding.
The boy had fallen asleep because he had nothing else to do. He didn't want to make any noise and disturb Athena's slumber because if she awoke with hunger..he may very well be a meal. Athena was trained to kill.
Music blared, but Athena didn't shake or stir...She was used to it by now. Her parents were drunk, having a good time, which put her mind at ease...that made it easier for her to sleep. Some of the guests came to take a peek, believing she would be fast asleep, only to meet her lazy glare. In fear, they would leave her highness alone with silence so she could sleep again. She would stay this way until the party would end, when everyone had left in search of their own bed. Only then would Athena fully wake and begin to make noise.
Her mother came running, bright smile on her face. "Good girl!!! You have sho many gifts!" Another noise erupted from Athena. "You don't care? Your a real bitch you know that?" Her mother laughed as she put water in a bowl. "We'll openem tomorra....together!"
Athena made another noise as her door was opened, allowing her to be free once more. She drank from the bowl and laid down on the spot.
"Lazy bitch...just don't pee on the floor!" Athena responded with a yawn as her mother turned the lights off. The pregnant dog just wanted to drink before she went back to sleep. Her babies would come any day and Lord knows she would need her strength.
"Good night Athena," her mother proclaimed as she walked towards the bedroom in which her husband lay.
"Roof roof," Athena barked loud enough for them both to hear before she fell back asleep as if to say...
Sweet Dreams.
She had spent all day in preparation of the shower. She bought all sorts of food and snacks, the bar was well stocked with every form of champagne known to man...It's a celebration bitches! She was ready to party the night away.
Her husband was a D.J. so they would be entertained, as long as the party lasted...as long as people showed up. They were good to go before the guests arrived, so by the time the first guest showed up...her and her husband were drunk. Gifts! They came with gifts and their own kid to play with her first-born. As more gifts came, the party grew larger, louder...more fun. She would stack all the gifts to the side and would hold that surprise until tomorrow. She didn't care about the gifts...she was rich! She could buy all their gifts at least 30 times and not notice a dime in her state of mind. She just wanted to party.
The kids? They slept, heaviest being her first-born. She was overdue so the rest came easy..she had labored all day. Athena was her name, for she was like the Roman goddess. Beautiful, powerful...she was named perfectly...she worked for her sleep. Best of all, Athena listened to those who called...Most often, her parents...those who raised her. She was forever ready to do their bidding.
The boy had fallen asleep because he had nothing else to do. He didn't want to make any noise and disturb Athena's slumber because if she awoke with hunger..he may very well be a meal. Athena was trained to kill.
Music blared, but Athena didn't shake or stir...She was used to it by now. Her parents were drunk, having a good time, which put her mind at ease...that made it easier for her to sleep. Some of the guests came to take a peek, believing she would be fast asleep, only to meet her lazy glare. In fear, they would leave her highness alone with silence so she could sleep again. She would stay this way until the party would end, when everyone had left in search of their own bed. Only then would Athena fully wake and begin to make noise.
Her mother came running, bright smile on her face. "Good girl!!! You have sho many gifts!" Another noise erupted from Athena. "You don't care? Your a real bitch you know that?" Her mother laughed as she put water in a bowl. "We'll openem tomorra....together!"
Athena made another noise as her door was opened, allowing her to be free once more. She drank from the bowl and laid down on the spot.
"Lazy bitch...just don't pee on the floor!" Athena responded with a yawn as her mother turned the lights off. The pregnant dog just wanted to drink before she went back to sleep. Her babies would come any day and Lord knows she would need her strength.
"Good night Athena," her mother proclaimed as she walked towards the bedroom in which her husband lay.
"Roof roof," Athena barked loud enough for them both to hear before she fell back asleep as if to say...
Sweet Dreams.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Grown Man(Rough Draft)
Can't we be a bite more civilized? Can't we put more value in human life? Can't we act right? You see, I am a grown man. Trust and love go hand in hand, but I'm not afraid to shoot the hands. I value life, so I won't pick up a gun and take another life...I'd rather fight. I'd rather not create strife, leave a mother or a wife crying cause she heard her man is dying or dead. That being said...I am a grown man who protects his Fam. I won't hesitate to kill a man who harms my fam...my wife, girlfriend...any woman I love, trust me. As she may not be strong enough to fight a man, I am with tatted hands...just in case the gun jams...or if it isn't that serious. He'll be abused by Love and Trust, just the same way he probably abused her's...and it hurts. It hurt her so much she called me, knowing I'm crazy, but understanding that I am a grown man with a plan. Solve problems. I am a grown man so I'm tired of talking bullshit...only talk realness because I take life serious. I never liked clowns, so why would I want them around? I'm tired of these niggas who are funny style, the ones who smile at me knowing damn well they ain't happy to see me. The ones who talk and "walk" with me, knowing their slithering snakes who's heart aches on sight of me...Yet they act as if they enjoy my company. They envy me. They recognize I'm real, recognize I'm grown and it shakes the fake niggas down to the bones...they envy the realness I've attained. I am a grown man about my business. Only dollars make sense, so if your looking for change, you can come my way. I'm not after hoes, that's not my style. I don't care about cars...God gave me legs so I could walk. And fuck clothes, I'll give the shirt off my back to someone less fortunate...if I'm fortunate enough to share. I don't even care about the money, I just know I need it to eat, but I just want to be...Successful. I'm a grown man about my business, so I take care of my shit, my mindstate is...I'ma eat regardless. I am a grown man who looks out for The Fam...Especially my brothers, most especially the bigger ones. Without them, there would be no me and I wouldn't have changed. But because of them, Family and friends, I can honestly say, "I am a Grown man in a Family of Grown men. I learned from the best" Fuck that, we are the best...Family is everything and my loyalty lies with them till the end. I signed it with a pen..."Till Death Do us Part." The Family will forever be a part of my heart, forever hold my Trust and Love...forever be my Blood. Even if it isn't all the same...water is part of blood's composition, so listen...If I tell you that's my brother, best believe he's my brother and I Love him..and could Trust him around my wife...even if we don't look alike. Without Family and friends, I still wouldn't be a grown man...just another problem, waiting to be solved. Hence why I thank God for yall.
R. $olo
R. $olo
Monday, April 13, 2009
God's Son(First Thing I completed writing, last thing I ever wrote in Baltimore.)
Gods Son
Simply put, that is what I am. One man under God, yet different from other men, but that’s what makes us all the same. That’s our common ground. My strengths are my strengths, just as my flaws are my flaws. But my flaws are not the flaws of all other men, just some of them…But we are all flawed, we are all imperfect gems. Be it a stone of obsidian or the largest diamond, both possess the same acute ability to shine. When the day dawns…because of those crevices….because they are flawed. Under the right ray of sun that crevice becomes, light. It could become so bright that its blinding, so bright that if you stare long enough, you no longer see black or white and at night? They both twinkle beneath moon light and fall to the same darkness, darkness that intertwines our obsidian and diamond stones once more. When we lose sight, it’s not that they no longer exist because we know they are stones and can’t move on their own. We no longer need to see them to know they are there. Our gems are resolute in the storm, though they may come out battered and scarred, their glimmer lives on. Those flaws may become deeper or more may appear, but our flaws can birth beautiful, bright, blinding light…if the clouds were to break…and the sun’s shine was just right….but even when it’s cold as Hell. a full sun always shines. It’s always in the sky, even at night, just like the moon in the day…or in it’s full bloom at night. All I’m saying is, I’m obsidian stone. My strength is my own, my flaws are my flaws. They created tears and unruly fears, but they are my flaws and I try to eliminate them all. Why? Because I am an imperfect gem seeking perfection. Because I’m an obsidian stone. But you are a large diamond, same host of imperfections, the title of stone applies to us both. Truth is…I am God’s son…just as Jesus was…Just as every other man is. Because we are all his children…all the same because we are different.R. $olo
P.S.-I'm not a religious dude, but my Faith in Him is Unwavering...Believe that. I've been to the lowest valley and back...This pen offers ascension for me. Glory be to Our Father...
God
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Jezebel(Another Tall Tale from a Small Man)
Oh Baby...
You used to be my Leading Lady. It looked like you were #2, but when it was just me and you, we didn't care about numbers...u felt like u were #1. I felt like u were too, so I did what I thought was right, not once but twice...but the third time? I strucc out in the 9th and lost the game...so things changed. But damn baby, you were my Leading Lady. U were #1 and I put no one before you...at a time. For a time, u were mine and I was just yours, we were just us, we got ours...and nothing could change that. Or so we thought. There were times we fought and I thought that if u had a knife, u would have taken my life...u would have taken everything that was right and thrown it all away, over one night...that's not right. But it takes two to tango and I didn't know how to handle the dance, so I took a chance.
I locked the door and sat on the floor and let you abuse me, verbally at least...who knows what would have happened if you had hit me, I woulda broke you into more then just two pieces, at least that's what I...thought. But we didn't fight that bad, it never got that ugly, luckily for us, we never lost touch of what WAS important...Our Love.
Baby, do you understand you had me and I would have gladly broken any other man into two over you? I don't care if he was the King of Queens, Harlem, or straight up 50. If he had hurt you, I woulda found a way to slaughter him, went to jail for life for protecting the woman I THOUGHT would have been my wife. I would have thrown away my own life, foolishly...for ya Love. For the Love I thought we shared, for the feelings we shared, for the things I believed were there, only to hear that you don't believe that I Love you?
"God can't even save you."
That's what I remember hearing, even if you don't remember saying it, that hit home for me. That let me see that perhaps, maybe...you weren't the one for me...at all. For real, even after you stood with me in the darkness, even after you berated me because you didn't believe I could harness the power that is in me...because I left you in the dark? Because I locked the door and said fucc it, If I'ma die, let it be tonight, just understand I'm not going down without a fight? Is that why you cry at night? For fear that I may...die? For fear that I may not be the man I used to be?
Or baby, do you cry cause you can no longer see me? Is it because I believe we aren't meant to be anymore? Shit, it was dark and cold in that room and I was alone, without a phone, without a friend or a foe, a bitch or a hoe to call...My own? I'll go back to my dark box, go back to where it all starts and let them tear me apart again because I'm not scared of them...I was scared of losing You. I was scared of somebody laying a hand on you and me doing what I felt like I had to do...Protect You.
Oh baby, I made moves for blocks just to stop somebody...ANYBODY, from laying a hand on you...and all I ended up doing was looking like a fool while you stood there so cool and told me not to run again...cause you believe your faster then me? Like I ain't run track, at least for a lil bit, not saying I'm the fastest, but I damn sure ain't slow...unless you wanted me to take my time. And you didn't believe I loved you?
Oh Jezebel baby, you were my Leading Lady, but you lost ya lead and I feel the need to letchu kno again, you can't win. You could fight all you want, flaunt whateva you want, shit on me however nasty it may be, but you can't defeat me. Why? I won't lose. Why? I won't cry...So why did I stay up all those nights? Why is it hard for you and me to sleep? We got used to sleeping together, eating together, playing together, doing whatever...Every Fucking Night. But am I mad? No. Am I sad? No. Why? Cause I let it go...I swallowed another shot straight to the heart and it tore me apart for sometime but now...I'm fine.
So what's my strength? How am I able to turn something into nothing and move past it so fast that it hurts you? Because Jezebel...I loved you and you hate me for it. Because you hate me, it makes it easier for me to speed through life and not think TWICE about what I once did...because you don't believe I loved you? You don't believe I would have given all of me just to make sure you were ok? Just to make sure u were safe?
I woke up one morning to find you standing there and I was scared, I feared that perhaps it was a nightmare and you were there to kill me...again. But your not here to kill me, your here to love me forever right? Your here to fight for the love that's yours right? Wrong. Your hurting and I'm hurting, but I'm stronger then the pain, this shot hit me in the heart and in the brain cause honestly...I have changed. I swallowed even more pain, suffered more losses over this love that was ours and for hours, I sat and wondered...Why? Why'd I break my own heart at least 3 times just to find out that I'm still without a Dream Queen? Just to find out that my Fantasies are not real and my Reality can not come to grips with what happened in the Past...so why try? Why swallow anymore bullets when I could just pull the trigger and put myself outta Misery?
Cuz Jezebel...I'm stronger then this spell...I'm stronger then you think. You hate me and I can't say I love it, but your not indifferent towards me...but I can be towards you, so is that whatchu want me to do? Just say Fucc u and keep it moving? Call you a bitch and tell you I no longer itch with Lovebugs, that I'm free of fleas? That we are free of disease and hopefully, free of each other...forever? If so, we have no choice but to coexist but I have one wish...you stay on ya side and I'll stay on mine, just don't cross the line that marks my territory cause it may get gory? I may turn truculent like the Notorious one? I'm stronger then that too, I'll never hurt you anymore then we already did, I'll never cross That line and break MY heart anymore...I'm not willing to die for you anymore.
Oh Jezebel..."Together forever." You said God can't even save me...He already did I believe...at least one time, maybe I'll be lucky enough to catch His grace again for another sin, but if not? If my soul is to burn in Hell, best believe I'll see you there...cause we are "Together Forever" Jezebel.
"Heartless?" To say that I'm heartless is NONSENSE, I just don't wear it on my sleeve...it doesn't match my outfit...it's played out now, to me at least....so my mind's at ease. My Queen will find my heart is in my chest, located on My breast...where she can lay her head and hear my heart beat. Just in case my soul is cold, She'll find a way to hold me and warm it, the same way You used to...the same way you won't again.
So Heaven or Hell, Jezebel? Where should we meet again? Where it's hot or where it's cooler? Should we smoke or should we drink or should I think that neither is possible, wherever my soul's to go? I don't know all the answers, so I'm asking you the question cause perhaps you know, better then me....what should we eat? Food or men like starving lions in a den? Either way, I'll end up with my share and still share what's left with you, cause that's how I do. But u don't care, not even if I share, cause I shared my Heart and you don't believe I Loved you so perhaps I should jus say Fucc u...Goodbye. Nah, that's not right.
Jezebel...
I loved you, Good Night.
Signed, Sealed, Delivered...do you get the message? Cause I do...and I'm gone. So Long!
Peace...signed by Me on the strength of Our LOVE And Your Hate.
R. $olo
You used to be my Leading Lady. It looked like you were #2, but when it was just me and you, we didn't care about numbers...u felt like u were #1. I felt like u were too, so I did what I thought was right, not once but twice...but the third time? I strucc out in the 9th and lost the game...so things changed. But damn baby, you were my Leading Lady. U were #1 and I put no one before you...at a time. For a time, u were mine and I was just yours, we were just us, we got ours...and nothing could change that. Or so we thought. There were times we fought and I thought that if u had a knife, u would have taken my life...u would have taken everything that was right and thrown it all away, over one night...that's not right. But it takes two to tango and I didn't know how to handle the dance, so I took a chance.
I locked the door and sat on the floor and let you abuse me, verbally at least...who knows what would have happened if you had hit me, I woulda broke you into more then just two pieces, at least that's what I...thought. But we didn't fight that bad, it never got that ugly, luckily for us, we never lost touch of what WAS important...Our Love.
Baby, do you understand you had me and I would have gladly broken any other man into two over you? I don't care if he was the King of Queens, Harlem, or straight up 50. If he had hurt you, I woulda found a way to slaughter him, went to jail for life for protecting the woman I THOUGHT would have been my wife. I would have thrown away my own life, foolishly...for ya Love. For the Love I thought we shared, for the feelings we shared, for the things I believed were there, only to hear that you don't believe that I Love you?
"God can't even save you."
That's what I remember hearing, even if you don't remember saying it, that hit home for me. That let me see that perhaps, maybe...you weren't the one for me...at all. For real, even after you stood with me in the darkness, even after you berated me because you didn't believe I could harness the power that is in me...because I left you in the dark? Because I locked the door and said fucc it, If I'ma die, let it be tonight, just understand I'm not going down without a fight? Is that why you cry at night? For fear that I may...die? For fear that I may not be the man I used to be?
Or baby, do you cry cause you can no longer see me? Is it because I believe we aren't meant to be anymore? Shit, it was dark and cold in that room and I was alone, without a phone, without a friend or a foe, a bitch or a hoe to call...My own? I'll go back to my dark box, go back to where it all starts and let them tear me apart again because I'm not scared of them...I was scared of losing You. I was scared of somebody laying a hand on you and me doing what I felt like I had to do...Protect You.
Oh baby, I made moves for blocks just to stop somebody...ANYBODY, from laying a hand on you...and all I ended up doing was looking like a fool while you stood there so cool and told me not to run again...cause you believe your faster then me? Like I ain't run track, at least for a lil bit, not saying I'm the fastest, but I damn sure ain't slow...unless you wanted me to take my time. And you didn't believe I loved you?
Oh Jezebel baby, you were my Leading Lady, but you lost ya lead and I feel the need to letchu kno again, you can't win. You could fight all you want, flaunt whateva you want, shit on me however nasty it may be, but you can't defeat me. Why? I won't lose. Why? I won't cry...So why did I stay up all those nights? Why is it hard for you and me to sleep? We got used to sleeping together, eating together, playing together, doing whatever...Every Fucking Night. But am I mad? No. Am I sad? No. Why? Cause I let it go...I swallowed another shot straight to the heart and it tore me apart for sometime but now...I'm fine.
So what's my strength? How am I able to turn something into nothing and move past it so fast that it hurts you? Because Jezebel...I loved you and you hate me for it. Because you hate me, it makes it easier for me to speed through life and not think TWICE about what I once did...because you don't believe I loved you? You don't believe I would have given all of me just to make sure you were ok? Just to make sure u were safe?
I woke up one morning to find you standing there and I was scared, I feared that perhaps it was a nightmare and you were there to kill me...again. But your not here to kill me, your here to love me forever right? Your here to fight for the love that's yours right? Wrong. Your hurting and I'm hurting, but I'm stronger then the pain, this shot hit me in the heart and in the brain cause honestly...I have changed. I swallowed even more pain, suffered more losses over this love that was ours and for hours, I sat and wondered...Why? Why'd I break my own heart at least 3 times just to find out that I'm still without a Dream Queen? Just to find out that my Fantasies are not real and my Reality can not come to grips with what happened in the Past...so why try? Why swallow anymore bullets when I could just pull the trigger and put myself outta Misery?
Cuz Jezebel...I'm stronger then this spell...I'm stronger then you think. You hate me and I can't say I love it, but your not indifferent towards me...but I can be towards you, so is that whatchu want me to do? Just say Fucc u and keep it moving? Call you a bitch and tell you I no longer itch with Lovebugs, that I'm free of fleas? That we are free of disease and hopefully, free of each other...forever? If so, we have no choice but to coexist but I have one wish...you stay on ya side and I'll stay on mine, just don't cross the line that marks my territory cause it may get gory? I may turn truculent like the Notorious one? I'm stronger then that too, I'll never hurt you anymore then we already did, I'll never cross That line and break MY heart anymore...I'm not willing to die for you anymore.
Oh Jezebel..."Together forever." You said God can't even save me...He already did I believe...at least one time, maybe I'll be lucky enough to catch His grace again for another sin, but if not? If my soul is to burn in Hell, best believe I'll see you there...cause we are "Together Forever" Jezebel.
"Heartless?" To say that I'm heartless is NONSENSE, I just don't wear it on my sleeve...it doesn't match my outfit...it's played out now, to me at least....so my mind's at ease. My Queen will find my heart is in my chest, located on My breast...where she can lay her head and hear my heart beat. Just in case my soul is cold, She'll find a way to hold me and warm it, the same way You used to...the same way you won't again.
So Heaven or Hell, Jezebel? Where should we meet again? Where it's hot or where it's cooler? Should we smoke or should we drink or should I think that neither is possible, wherever my soul's to go? I don't know all the answers, so I'm asking you the question cause perhaps you know, better then me....what should we eat? Food or men like starving lions in a den? Either way, I'll end up with my share and still share what's left with you, cause that's how I do. But u don't care, not even if I share, cause I shared my Heart and you don't believe I Loved you so perhaps I should jus say Fucc u...Goodbye. Nah, that's not right.
Jezebel...
I loved you, Good Night.
Signed, Sealed, Delivered...do you get the message? Cause I do...and I'm gone. So Long!
Peace...signed by Me on the strength of Our LOVE And Your Hate.
R. $olo
The Boss(Shower and Kush)
"This shit is all wrong."
"What do you mean?"
"The fuck I just said...this shit is all wrong."
"All of it?"
She wanted to punch her assistant right in his face, but then she would have to replace him with another. She always hired brothers because they were good eye candy, fuck the credentials. Essentially, all she needed was someone who did as they were told, but that was the problem. Nigga's don't like to listen...their attention span was only long if they saw a good ass...then they would follow. Maybe that was why the assistant was fucking up big time with his work. She was in her prime and today? Beautiful wasn't even good enough to describe her...and her ass? Perfect didn't seem to fit...her whole body exceeded it. But, that didn't excuse him fucking up again.
It wasn't even noon and the buffoon she called her assistant seemed insistent on messing up her Friday, by fucking up in every way. Usually, she liked the light-skinned braided assistant. He was handsome, light eyes, nice hair, nice smile, good attitude...all that. He wasn't as dark as she liked them, but he was cool. He was supposed to be smart as hell too, but just like the last nigga(who, unfortunately, was dark skinned), he started getting too comfortable and started acting stupid. 5 mins late Monday, 10 mins Tuesday, on time Wednesday, called out Thursday, fucking up heavy Friday.
She had a Monday deadline and was not trying to work over the weekend, but he was fucking up too much. Since the time he showed up...Fucking up! Couldn't find her phone, got the wrong kind of coffee, didn't know the day's schedule, couldn't find her planner. had her late for a meeting...Just fucking up! All she asked for now was for his smart ass to make a spreadsheet and finish her presentation on the computer...That was it. She had to set up many other major things for herself. She had appointments to set up. Her manicurist, her stylist, her hair-dresser, her designer...and call the airline for her flight Monday. All sorts of important shit while he took care of the light work on the computer. The only reason she took care of the important shit today was because he was too busy fucking up.
She had just got off the phone with the airline when the buffoon came to her beaming, talking about "I'm done." He had printed out the spreadsheet and the slides of her presentation that were vital to her business proposal. Problem was...it looked nothing like she had asked for, what he had been instructed to. She was livid, yet tried her best to keep calm.
"The Fuck were you over there doing?" She ripped it all up and threw it at him. "Follow the shit I gave you...Just copy the shit I wrote down on that paper."
"Oh yeah," he responded as he began to dig his hand in his pockets. Soon came a befuddled look and a soft voice. "I think I lost it..."
She wasn't big at all, which was perhaps why she yelled so loud. "I JUST GAVE THAT SHIT TO YOU! NOT EVEN 20 MINUTES AGO!"
He didn't give a fuck if she yelled or screamed. She could have even swung! He didn't give a fuck. He wished she would swing actually, so he could grab her and restrain her...hopefully accidentally touch her titty or feel her butt. Either way, he didn't give a fuck...today. He already got paid, she couldn't blow his high...it was Friday. "Well, I lost it," he responded in a cool, mellow tone.
"Find that shit or you're fired!" She stalked past him as his jaw dropped...the fuck it had left his system. He needed this job. He didn't want to hear his baby mom's voice complaining about him being unemployed again.
As she got to the door that led out her office, she paused. "I'm going to lunch, that shit better be done by the time I get back cause if not..." She simply shook her head and took a breath before she continued. "I'll be back by 1:15 so if it's not done properly by then, at least let me save my breath, pack ya shit and quit."
He couldn't muster a response. Instead, he started his mad search for the piece of paper. She moved swiftly past the cubicles that her writers sat and boarded the elevator alone. What a fucking day. This was not how a Friday in L.A. should be...not for her at least. She liked to live life easy, but other motherfuckers made today stressed...sorta. Another call was made and she was on her way.
Her white Benz sped through the L.A. streets as if the police didn't give tickets for speed. Red light mean stop...she sped through it. Stop signs are red...Fuck it, she would front like she ain't see. She lived half hour away and made it home in fifteen.
She parked her Benz behind the yellow Lamb that she called the Queen and walked briskly to the front door of her estate. With a touch of her hand against the fingerprint pad, she was inside her house once more. She went up the stairs that were past the door and walked up until she was on the third floor. The sound of running water made her relax...at least somebody listened. She stripped off her clothes, put on a robe, and walked to the sound.
The shower was on, but no one was in it...until she removed the robe. With the bathroom door closed, the room became steamy...she liked her showers hot. Stress made her want to take a shower and hot showers relaxed her. Hot showers and...
"OH SHIT! You scared me!." She had jumped at the touch of a man's hand on her shoulder, only to be settled by a reassuring laugh. "That's funny to you?"
He didn't even respond...nor did he join in the shower. He just laughed some more and left her...she heard the click of the bathroom door. Niggas! Her shower was shortened and just a towel was adorned, she had to go see who it was that laughed at her. Down the same hall and only one flight of steps she went, only to pause when her nose caught a familiar scent. She followed the smell into one of the back rooms, that was dimly lit and where sat a baboon.
This one was dark with long, dreaded hair, equipped with a brilliant smile and a bad attitude. He was even smarted then Hell. But it wasn't him who she paid attention to, it was the origin of the familiar scent.
"You were scared," he asked with another laugh. He took another pull and asked. "Come on baby, who else could it be? This house don't even got keys...I had it built for just you and me."
"You gonna keep talking or pass?"
He smiled and passed the l, his eyes red, yet beautiful nonetheless. "You better check that bossy shit at the door," he retorted casually.
She finally took a pull and coughed, her fauxhawk head bobbing like a chicken or hen. She finally smiled, though, and took another pull...this time holding it better and blowing smoke in o's. "What is this," she questioned quietly, having found a comfortable seat on his knee. She took another pull before she passed, letting the ash fall on his jeans.
He didn't even give a fuck, he could go put on another pair. "African Kush," he responded as the smoke exited his mouth and nose. "And I'm not driving that Queen shit anymore...I felt like a faggot. When does my Aston come in?" Puff.
"Saturday."
"When we leaving?" Puff.
"Monday night, I got a meeting that day."
"Oh ok...how's work?" Pass.
"This nigga in there fucking up!!" Puff.
"The new nigga?" He laughed again. "What he doing?"
"What I just said!" She coughed again. "fucking up!" Puff.
"That's all dumb niggas do around you huh? Get stuck on stupid when they see you huh? They need to stop looking so hard before they lose more than they job."
"Nigga...you ain't hard! Plus...I can handle it." Puff.
"You can't handle shit," he retorted as the l came to his hand. "You like this African shit?" Puff.
"It's aiight...I'm not even high."
He looked in her eyes and smiled, he could already see it. "I am." Puff.
"So pass it back asshole."
"In a second boss lady." Puff. Another charming smile and he gave it back to her before he kissed her shoulder. "You know I love you."
Puff. "yeah yeah...I love you too." Puff
"What time you got...."
Her cellphone interrupted his question and before he knew it, she was gone on the phone with his L. He might as well use his time constructively. Another cuban was grabbed and more Kush was broken down. By the time she came back, another l was rolled.
"I'm not going back in today," she said with a smile. "My lil nigga gets it done!!! And he'll fax it over to the crib, just in case."
He handed her the l and the lighter, before leaning further back on the recliner. "What if he still fucked up?"
Puff. "Then I'll send ya sexy ass to get it done right." Puff.
"You not my boss," he replied. "Your just my lady."
She passed the l back to him and took off the towel. "But it's fun for you if you work for me. You can do all the work..." She drifted out of the room, knowing well he would follow.
He sat there for a little bit and took a few pulls. "Cause you know I don't play."
Good Day...Sweet Dreams
"What do you mean?"
"The fuck I just said...this shit is all wrong."
"All of it?"
She wanted to punch her assistant right in his face, but then she would have to replace him with another. She always hired brothers because they were good eye candy, fuck the credentials. Essentially, all she needed was someone who did as they were told, but that was the problem. Nigga's don't like to listen...their attention span was only long if they saw a good ass...then they would follow. Maybe that was why the assistant was fucking up big time with his work. She was in her prime and today? Beautiful wasn't even good enough to describe her...and her ass? Perfect didn't seem to fit...her whole body exceeded it. But, that didn't excuse him fucking up again.
It wasn't even noon and the buffoon she called her assistant seemed insistent on messing up her Friday, by fucking up in every way. Usually, she liked the light-skinned braided assistant. He was handsome, light eyes, nice hair, nice smile, good attitude...all that. He wasn't as dark as she liked them, but he was cool. He was supposed to be smart as hell too, but just like the last nigga(who, unfortunately, was dark skinned), he started getting too comfortable and started acting stupid. 5 mins late Monday, 10 mins Tuesday, on time Wednesday, called out Thursday, fucking up heavy Friday.
She had a Monday deadline and was not trying to work over the weekend, but he was fucking up too much. Since the time he showed up...Fucking up! Couldn't find her phone, got the wrong kind of coffee, didn't know the day's schedule, couldn't find her planner. had her late for a meeting...Just fucking up! All she asked for now was for his smart ass to make a spreadsheet and finish her presentation on the computer...That was it. She had to set up many other major things for herself. She had appointments to set up. Her manicurist, her stylist, her hair-dresser, her designer...and call the airline for her flight Monday. All sorts of important shit while he took care of the light work on the computer. The only reason she took care of the important shit today was because he was too busy fucking up.
She had just got off the phone with the airline when the buffoon came to her beaming, talking about "I'm done." He had printed out the spreadsheet and the slides of her presentation that were vital to her business proposal. Problem was...it looked nothing like she had asked for, what he had been instructed to. She was livid, yet tried her best to keep calm.
"The Fuck were you over there doing?" She ripped it all up and threw it at him. "Follow the shit I gave you...Just copy the shit I wrote down on that paper."
"Oh yeah," he responded as he began to dig his hand in his pockets. Soon came a befuddled look and a soft voice. "I think I lost it..."
She wasn't big at all, which was perhaps why she yelled so loud. "I JUST GAVE THAT SHIT TO YOU! NOT EVEN 20 MINUTES AGO!"
He didn't give a fuck if she yelled or screamed. She could have even swung! He didn't give a fuck. He wished she would swing actually, so he could grab her and restrain her...hopefully accidentally touch her titty or feel her butt. Either way, he didn't give a fuck...today. He already got paid, she couldn't blow his high...it was Friday. "Well, I lost it," he responded in a cool, mellow tone.
"Find that shit or you're fired!" She stalked past him as his jaw dropped...the fuck it had left his system. He needed this job. He didn't want to hear his baby mom's voice complaining about him being unemployed again.
As she got to the door that led out her office, she paused. "I'm going to lunch, that shit better be done by the time I get back cause if not..." She simply shook her head and took a breath before she continued. "I'll be back by 1:15 so if it's not done properly by then, at least let me save my breath, pack ya shit and quit."
He couldn't muster a response. Instead, he started his mad search for the piece of paper. She moved swiftly past the cubicles that her writers sat and boarded the elevator alone. What a fucking day. This was not how a Friday in L.A. should be...not for her at least. She liked to live life easy, but other motherfuckers made today stressed...sorta. Another call was made and she was on her way.
Her white Benz sped through the L.A. streets as if the police didn't give tickets for speed. Red light mean stop...she sped through it. Stop signs are red...Fuck it, she would front like she ain't see. She lived half hour away and made it home in fifteen.
She parked her Benz behind the yellow Lamb that she called the Queen and walked briskly to the front door of her estate. With a touch of her hand against the fingerprint pad, she was inside her house once more. She went up the stairs that were past the door and walked up until she was on the third floor. The sound of running water made her relax...at least somebody listened. She stripped off her clothes, put on a robe, and walked to the sound.
The shower was on, but no one was in it...until she removed the robe. With the bathroom door closed, the room became steamy...she liked her showers hot. Stress made her want to take a shower and hot showers relaxed her. Hot showers and...
"OH SHIT! You scared me!." She had jumped at the touch of a man's hand on her shoulder, only to be settled by a reassuring laugh. "That's funny to you?"
He didn't even respond...nor did he join in the shower. He just laughed some more and left her...she heard the click of the bathroom door. Niggas! Her shower was shortened and just a towel was adorned, she had to go see who it was that laughed at her. Down the same hall and only one flight of steps she went, only to pause when her nose caught a familiar scent. She followed the smell into one of the back rooms, that was dimly lit and where sat a baboon.
This one was dark with long, dreaded hair, equipped with a brilliant smile and a bad attitude. He was even smarted then Hell. But it wasn't him who she paid attention to, it was the origin of the familiar scent.
"You were scared," he asked with another laugh. He took another pull and asked. "Come on baby, who else could it be? This house don't even got keys...I had it built for just you and me."
"You gonna keep talking or pass?"
He smiled and passed the l, his eyes red, yet beautiful nonetheless. "You better check that bossy shit at the door," he retorted casually.
She finally took a pull and coughed, her fauxhawk head bobbing like a chicken or hen. She finally smiled, though, and took another pull...this time holding it better and blowing smoke in o's. "What is this," she questioned quietly, having found a comfortable seat on his knee. She took another pull before she passed, letting the ash fall on his jeans.
He didn't even give a fuck, he could go put on another pair. "African Kush," he responded as the smoke exited his mouth and nose. "And I'm not driving that Queen shit anymore...I felt like a faggot. When does my Aston come in?" Puff.
"Saturday."
"When we leaving?" Puff.
"Monday night, I got a meeting that day."
"Oh ok...how's work?" Pass.
"This nigga in there fucking up!!" Puff.
"The new nigga?" He laughed again. "What he doing?"
"What I just said!" She coughed again. "fucking up!" Puff.
"That's all dumb niggas do around you huh? Get stuck on stupid when they see you huh? They need to stop looking so hard before they lose more than they job."
"Nigga...you ain't hard! Plus...I can handle it." Puff.
"You can't handle shit," he retorted as the l came to his hand. "You like this African shit?" Puff.
"It's aiight...I'm not even high."
He looked in her eyes and smiled, he could already see it. "I am." Puff.
"So pass it back asshole."
"In a second boss lady." Puff. Another charming smile and he gave it back to her before he kissed her shoulder. "You know I love you."
Puff. "yeah yeah...I love you too." Puff
"What time you got...."
Her cellphone interrupted his question and before he knew it, she was gone on the phone with his L. He might as well use his time constructively. Another cuban was grabbed and more Kush was broken down. By the time she came back, another l was rolled.
"I'm not going back in today," she said with a smile. "My lil nigga gets it done!!! And he'll fax it over to the crib, just in case."
He handed her the l and the lighter, before leaning further back on the recliner. "What if he still fucked up?"
Puff. "Then I'll send ya sexy ass to get it done right." Puff.
"You not my boss," he replied. "Your just my lady."
She passed the l back to him and took off the towel. "But it's fun for you if you work for me. You can do all the work..." She drifted out of the room, knowing well he would follow.
He sat there for a little bit and took a few pulls. "Cause you know I don't play."
Good Day...Sweet Dreams
R&R(Rain and Ice Cream)
Gloomy was the only way the weather could be described. The skies were gray all day and the sky cried it's rain. Gloomy and cold for strong winds would blow, leaving things unsettled and disturbed. It wasn't exactly a storm, but at different points in time, it became a torrential downpour. The gloom of day did not alleviate once night fell. It continued to rain in the same sporadic fashion. Clouds blotted out the stars of night, just as gray skies had obscured the sun that day. It was early spring, a spring so far known for it's gloom and lack of bloom which spring was supposed to bring. So far, everyday, it rained...be it for a hour or 2 days, it rained...somehow...for some period of time.
The rain wasn't necessarily all gloom, however, for some found comfort in the weather. She was sheltered and watched the night rain splash against her windowpane...with a smile. It had rained all day. At first, her show was delayed, but for fear of worst weather, it was cancelled. It was rescheduled for another day, inside of a different place. Times Square would have been a great place to perform, but Madison Square Garden? It was where legends where born. Plus, the weather was crazy, who wanted to stand and watch her crew dance in the rain?
She simply watched it fall. After the call came that the show was off, she took her outfit off and sat down, intent on listening to the sound that the rain made against her window pane. The soft patter against glass lulled her senses until she dozed off...only to be awakened by the clap of thunder. Her slumber had lasted only a few hours, but when she was last awake, it was still day. When she awoke that night, she was still tired. Perhaps it was because of the dreary weather, or because she was used to dancing and traveling all over the globe with little sleep...whatever the reason being, she still felt sleepy...which made this night unique. She would relax and get a good amount of sleep for the first time in weeks.
She worked so hard she forgot how to relax. She picked up her phone and was going to call and ask, but she merely shook her head and laughed. No, not him. Her eyes went wide in delight as the lightning flashed, it awakened her inner child and got her off her ass. Now, she had a task at hand.
She moved through her humble studio abode to her kitchen in search of a sundae glass. Tonight would be the one night that she wouldn't dance, she would feed herself ice cream and simply relax. As she opened the freezer door, her beautiful, brown eyes went wide again. There was nothing in it..except for chocolate..her favorite!
She forgot about the sundae glass(not like she wanted to clean up after she ate anyway) and grabbed the biggest spoon she could find. She also began to reach for a bottle of wine, but changed her mind...Not tonight...Ice cream would suffice. Equipped with a spoon and a carton of ice cream, she took her seat by the window and continued to watch the rain. As she ate, her mind wandered and produced visions of grandeur that she could turn to reality. All she had to do was continue to believe...And continue to succeed
"Musiq!" A smirk came across her face as she blurted the name, right after that random thought came. She loved music and considered no artist better then Soulchild. That was how she would relax fully! Listen to Musiq...let him sooth her to sleep.
With a push of buttons on a convenient remote, his voice erupted with it's soothing justice, just as she finished the remainder of her ice cream. She sighed, but smiled. There was no more ice cream, but there was still Soulchild who's voice drove her wild...who made her want to have HIS lovechild...as long as he kept the shades on and sung songs she could dance to...or romance to. "Just as long as your love don't change..." was the last thing she remembered hearing him say before she drifted off to sleep...To dream of sunny days and a lover who's love wouldn't change...
Sweet Dreams.
The rain wasn't necessarily all gloom, however, for some found comfort in the weather. She was sheltered and watched the night rain splash against her windowpane...with a smile. It had rained all day. At first, her show was delayed, but for fear of worst weather, it was cancelled. It was rescheduled for another day, inside of a different place. Times Square would have been a great place to perform, but Madison Square Garden? It was where legends where born. Plus, the weather was crazy, who wanted to stand and watch her crew dance in the rain?
She simply watched it fall. After the call came that the show was off, she took her outfit off and sat down, intent on listening to the sound that the rain made against her window pane. The soft patter against glass lulled her senses until she dozed off...only to be awakened by the clap of thunder. Her slumber had lasted only a few hours, but when she was last awake, it was still day. When she awoke that night, she was still tired. Perhaps it was because of the dreary weather, or because she was used to dancing and traveling all over the globe with little sleep...whatever the reason being, she still felt sleepy...which made this night unique. She would relax and get a good amount of sleep for the first time in weeks.
She worked so hard she forgot how to relax. She picked up her phone and was going to call and ask, but she merely shook her head and laughed. No, not him. Her eyes went wide in delight as the lightning flashed, it awakened her inner child and got her off her ass. Now, she had a task at hand.
She moved through her humble studio abode to her kitchen in search of a sundae glass. Tonight would be the one night that she wouldn't dance, she would feed herself ice cream and simply relax. As she opened the freezer door, her beautiful, brown eyes went wide again. There was nothing in it..except for chocolate..her favorite!
She forgot about the sundae glass(not like she wanted to clean up after she ate anyway) and grabbed the biggest spoon she could find. She also began to reach for a bottle of wine, but changed her mind...Not tonight...Ice cream would suffice. Equipped with a spoon and a carton of ice cream, she took her seat by the window and continued to watch the rain. As she ate, her mind wandered and produced visions of grandeur that she could turn to reality. All she had to do was continue to believe...And continue to succeed
"Musiq!" A smirk came across her face as she blurted the name, right after that random thought came. She loved music and considered no artist better then Soulchild. That was how she would relax fully! Listen to Musiq...let him sooth her to sleep.
With a push of buttons on a convenient remote, his voice erupted with it's soothing justice, just as she finished the remainder of her ice cream. She sighed, but smiled. There was no more ice cream, but there was still Soulchild who's voice drove her wild...who made her want to have HIS lovechild...as long as he kept the shades on and sung songs she could dance to...or romance to. "Just as long as your love don't change..." was the last thing she remembered hearing him say before she drifted off to sleep...To dream of sunny days and a lover who's love wouldn't change...
Sweet Dreams.
Sweet Dreams(History and Food)
Pilgrims, Settlers, Sumerians. Crusades, Civil Wars, World Wars. Revolutions, politics, caste systems, religious beliefs, slavery, freed men...History was boring. If history repeats itself, why must we learn about the same history every year that we go to school? It will never change, it's destined to repeat itself. Everyday that passes becomes history because it can't be re-lived...only retold. We live history everyday. Unfortunately...Philosophy is a different class then history and both have to be passed in order to graduate college. Regardless of personal theory, history must be passed on the information covered in class...not how you perceive history. History bored her.
That was her current dilemma as she sat in the living room of her parents house, her history book in front of her. Personally, she didn't care about Sumerians, but her teacher though their history was relative enough to make it a major test in class, a test she had to pass unless she wanted to fail and failure was not an option. From the time she awoke, late that Sunday afternoon, until the sun fell and she could see the full moon, she studied. She immersed herself in the boredom that was associated with Sumerian history to the point in which she felt Sumerian. She learned their history, as boring as it was to her, but there was still more! Her eyes started to droop and the words had started to blur...boredom soon joined forces with fatigue and brought her eyes to a momentary close because she was now drowsy. She struggled to stay awake, to continue to read history, but the eyes located on the sides of her face could not stay open...but she received a saving grace.
"Dinner's ready," her father bellowed, jarring her from her sleepy state. She may have hated studying, but she loved food. She ate all the time, ate all day and night, without fear of becoming obese because she remained active. She played badminton daily and a plethora of other sports in her free time. Food and sports were exciting.
She jumped up from her studies and practically ran to the kitchen to see what would be her evening feast. Her smile couldn't be contained as her thoughts of Sumerians and fatigue waned. Both were replaced as she took her place at the dinner table...replaced by hunger and happiness. Her father had made her favorite things to eat. He even made her a banana strawberry smoothie to drink, just to compliment her favorite dish with her favorite drink.
The lamb chops were tantalizing to say the least, accompanied by angel hair pasta with Parmesan cheese. The pasta was piled high and she had plenty of lamb to eat. It took her all of ten minutes to finish all of her favorites, where it would have taken her older brothers at least half hour. However, her love for food came with a curse. The itis was upon her...fatigue returned with ferocity. She had studied enough anyway, enough to get an A...so she thought.
The living room was left alone with the open book of history. Studying was history in her mind as she brushed her teeth and history no longer existed once she fell asleep.
Sweet Dreams.
That was her current dilemma as she sat in the living room of her parents house, her history book in front of her. Personally, she didn't care about Sumerians, but her teacher though their history was relative enough to make it a major test in class, a test she had to pass unless she wanted to fail and failure was not an option. From the time she awoke, late that Sunday afternoon, until the sun fell and she could see the full moon, she studied. She immersed herself in the boredom that was associated with Sumerian history to the point in which she felt Sumerian. She learned their history, as boring as it was to her, but there was still more! Her eyes started to droop and the words had started to blur...boredom soon joined forces with fatigue and brought her eyes to a momentary close because she was now drowsy. She struggled to stay awake, to continue to read history, but the eyes located on the sides of her face could not stay open...but she received a saving grace.
"Dinner's ready," her father bellowed, jarring her from her sleepy state. She may have hated studying, but she loved food. She ate all the time, ate all day and night, without fear of becoming obese because she remained active. She played badminton daily and a plethora of other sports in her free time. Food and sports were exciting.
She jumped up from her studies and practically ran to the kitchen to see what would be her evening feast. Her smile couldn't be contained as her thoughts of Sumerians and fatigue waned. Both were replaced as she took her place at the dinner table...replaced by hunger and happiness. Her father had made her favorite things to eat. He even made her a banana strawberry smoothie to drink, just to compliment her favorite dish with her favorite drink.
The lamb chops were tantalizing to say the least, accompanied by angel hair pasta with Parmesan cheese. The pasta was piled high and she had plenty of lamb to eat. It took her all of ten minutes to finish all of her favorites, where it would have taken her older brothers at least half hour. However, her love for food came with a curse. The itis was upon her...fatigue returned with ferocity. She had studied enough anyway, enough to get an A...so she thought.
The living room was left alone with the open book of history. Studying was history in her mind as she brushed her teeth and history no longer existed once she fell asleep.
Sweet Dreams.
The Last Act(Margarita and a Good Book)
The night started with a straight shot. No chasers, nothing to dilute the after taste of rum, nothing to settle the burning of her throat after the straight shot. The quick shot of burning liquid was actually a relief after a hard day's work, it allowed her to finally relax. Being a Broadway actress was not easy, not nearly as easy as swallowing a straight shot, but work was a burden she enjoyed. Another day's performance had gone without flaw, only to be followed by another flawless performance that night. Perfection had it's price, however...it left her exhausted at the end of the day. Her performance was not perfect to her, though the show had received high reviews and she was it's highlight. Though critics raved about her specifically, she found flaws in her "perfect" performance. Her voice was not as strong as she hoped, her voice didn't hit the exact same note as it did the night before and in things like that, she found flaws. Such minor flaws caused her stress because she was a perfectionist, seeking to become flawless. Her success had offered her a lofty apartment in Harlem...and plenty bottles of rums and wines that eased her mind after the curtains closed and everyone went home. When she was alone, she was able to relax, think, and drink because no one was watching by...she was no longer on s
The cell phone rang, but she didn't bother to see who it was. It was Friday night and she was expected to go to clubs, or to dinner with men who wanted to date her success, or spend time with "friends" who didn't really care for her before she made it as an actress. But it didn't bother her...She was going to do what she loved by herself.
She uncorked a bottle of vintage wine and decided tonight would be a good night. A text message came from an old boyfriend who said he was around the way, who wanted to come apologize to her face, but the message was erased...a moment after it came. She had no use of him...she had her friend Chardonnay. She could have Chardonnay everyday to keep her company if she needed. So why would she need a man from the past who had hurt her? Told her his dream was sooner to become a reality then hers...the man who tore through her reality and left her with nothing but a dream. Dreams of becoming a Broadway actress, while his reality consisted of being unable to afford seeing her shows...sanitation didn't pay that good.
The glass of wine left her slightly inebriated, but it was merely a prequel to her fun. The highlight of her night was yet to come. She turned on her music and Drake serenaded her as she got herself ready.
The phone rang again as she got her chilled glass from the freezer. It was her model boytoy, asking if he could come play, but he would have to wait. "Maybe Sunday", she responded before she hung up the phone. For now, she had a lone date with a chilled glass.
The rim had frosted cinnamon and sugar...it was her own creation, her own variation of a margarita. Her favorite fruit were raspberries, so she used Chambord to create her special drink. Another message beeped, but she had already forgotten her phone as she delicately added the fundamental base for her margarita...Jose Cuervo Black Medallion. The margarita glass was filled to the rim and placed carefully on a coaster before she picked up her phone.
Another nuisance to her night, another man who wanted to be part of her plans...He was met by another subtle rejection. Only man she wanted to hear from that night was Drake and he wasn't going to call...so she turned her phone off. He still sang tho.
She took a sip from the chilled glass and laughed...it tasted so good to her. She fcorgot about the minor stress and re-became the best. She was the best on Broadway, the best actress, best girlfriend, best in bed...simply the best. "Best I ever had" came on so she hopped up and danced, moving so fast that she spilled the liquid in the chilled glass on her hand. She paused for a second and licked it off her hand. Why let good liquor go to waste?
Her voice sounded better to her then Dranks as she sang, her body moved in a more seductive then that of a snakes...all while she drank. Not another drop spilled from the chilled glass and not a man could glance as she danced, BUTT ASS NAKED. It was her loft in the sky and no eyes could see the beauty that she was...naked and somewhat drunk, dancing around...not giving a fuck. She was the best in her world and she was alone.
Before she knew it, the margarita was done...so she made another one. She turned off the music, however, all the moving around made her want to lay down. Another sip was taken and she wanted to cry. This one was even better then the last! It tasted perfect. Now...she wanted to read and drink. She grabbed the first book she saw and went to her room. She lit a few candles to better set the mood and then laid down in bed.
A devilish grin crossed her lips as she finally noticed what she had picked. Zane. Why not? She was alone and closer to drunk then she was before, but didn't want the company of the men who called...or texted. Now, she just wanted sex. After all, she wasn't perfect, just a human perfectionist. The book would due.
Her large, luminous eyes soaked in every word, just as her full lips parted and sipped her margarita. Soon, her skin felt hot as if being naked could not keep her cool enough. She wanted to be wet...she needed water on her. Another margarita was down and the book had sufficed for it's time, but now she wanted a bath.
She moved from her bed and put on a robe. The water was turned on and a bubble bath would soon ensue. First...one more margarita. A margarita and perhaps the boytoy to satisfy her current want to play, but she didn't want to wait.
Another sip was taken that calmed her and she yawned. But her buzzer rang and she jumped, sending the liquor to splash against here hand and chest...only half of it was left. She cursed and stood, staring vehemently at the camera that showed who interrupted her world. She licked her lips and took another sip, her devilish grin reappearing. The camera had given her a grand sight.
Not an ex boyfriend or the next, not even a boytoy...but a man. Dark skinned, neatly trimmed...stunning in a word. Her best friend. She couldn't remember why he had come, nor did she remember if she had invited him or not, but she didn't care...he stood right there. She buzzed him in and unlocked the door, not because she was horny...but because he was her best friend. She stayed on the top floor which meant it would him longer then she wanted to wait, but he was worth it. And the surprised he had for him, he deserved it. After all, he was a good man...stunning in a word. He never doubted her dream and supported her until it became reality, but never once did his personality change. He was a good man indeed and tonight...
She would show him how good she could be...The best indeed.
Sweet Dreams
The cell phone rang, but she didn't bother to see who it was. It was Friday night and she was expected to go to clubs, or to dinner with men who wanted to date her success, or spend time with "friends" who didn't really care for her before she made it as an actress. But it didn't bother her...She was going to do what she loved by herself.
She uncorked a bottle of vintage wine and decided tonight would be a good night. A text message came from an old boyfriend who said he was around the way, who wanted to come apologize to her face, but the message was erased...a moment after it came. She had no use of him...she had her friend Chardonnay. She could have Chardonnay everyday to keep her company if she needed. So why would she need a man from the past who had hurt her? Told her his dream was sooner to become a reality then hers...the man who tore through her reality and left her with nothing but a dream. Dreams of becoming a Broadway actress, while his reality consisted of being unable to afford seeing her shows...sanitation didn't pay that good.
The glass of wine left her slightly inebriated, but it was merely a prequel to her fun. The highlight of her night was yet to come. She turned on her music and Drake serenaded her as she got herself ready.
The phone rang again as she got her chilled glass from the freezer. It was her model boytoy, asking if he could come play, but he would have to wait. "Maybe Sunday", she responded before she hung up the phone. For now, she had a lone date with a chilled glass.
The rim had frosted cinnamon and sugar...it was her own creation, her own variation of a margarita. Her favorite fruit were raspberries, so she used Chambord to create her special drink. Another message beeped, but she had already forgotten her phone as she delicately added the fundamental base for her margarita...Jose Cuervo Black Medallion. The margarita glass was filled to the rim and placed carefully on a coaster before she picked up her phone.
Another nuisance to her night, another man who wanted to be part of her plans...He was met by another subtle rejection. Only man she wanted to hear from that night was Drake and he wasn't going to call...so she turned her phone off. He still sang tho.
She took a sip from the chilled glass and laughed...it tasted so good to her. She fcorgot about the minor stress and re-became the best. She was the best on Broadway, the best actress, best girlfriend, best in bed...simply the best. "Best I ever had" came on so she hopped up and danced, moving so fast that she spilled the liquid in the chilled glass on her hand. She paused for a second and licked it off her hand. Why let good liquor go to waste?
Her voice sounded better to her then Dranks as she sang, her body moved in a more seductive then that of a snakes...all while she drank. Not another drop spilled from the chilled glass and not a man could glance as she danced, BUTT ASS NAKED. It was her loft in the sky and no eyes could see the beauty that she was...naked and somewhat drunk, dancing around...not giving a fuck. She was the best in her world and she was alone.
Before she knew it, the margarita was done...so she made another one. She turned off the music, however, all the moving around made her want to lay down. Another sip was taken and she wanted to cry. This one was even better then the last! It tasted perfect. Now...she wanted to read and drink. She grabbed the first book she saw and went to her room. She lit a few candles to better set the mood and then laid down in bed.
A devilish grin crossed her lips as she finally noticed what she had picked. Zane. Why not? She was alone and closer to drunk then she was before, but didn't want the company of the men who called...or texted. Now, she just wanted sex. After all, she wasn't perfect, just a human perfectionist. The book would due.
Her large, luminous eyes soaked in every word, just as her full lips parted and sipped her margarita. Soon, her skin felt hot as if being naked could not keep her cool enough. She wanted to be wet...she needed water on her. Another margarita was down and the book had sufficed for it's time, but now she wanted a bath.
She moved from her bed and put on a robe. The water was turned on and a bubble bath would soon ensue. First...one more margarita. A margarita and perhaps the boytoy to satisfy her current want to play, but she didn't want to wait.
Another sip was taken that calmed her and she yawned. But her buzzer rang and she jumped, sending the liquor to splash against here hand and chest...only half of it was left. She cursed and stood, staring vehemently at the camera that showed who interrupted her world. She licked her lips and took another sip, her devilish grin reappearing. The camera had given her a grand sight.
Not an ex boyfriend or the next, not even a boytoy...but a man. Dark skinned, neatly trimmed...stunning in a word. Her best friend. She couldn't remember why he had come, nor did she remember if she had invited him or not, but she didn't care...he stood right there. She buzzed him in and unlocked the door, not because she was horny...but because he was her best friend. She stayed on the top floor which meant it would him longer then she wanted to wait, but he was worth it. And the surprised he had for him, he deserved it. After all, he was a good man...stunning in a word. He never doubted her dream and supported her until it became reality, but never once did his personality change. He was a good man indeed and tonight...
She would show him how good she could be...The best indeed.
Sweet Dreams
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