NeekThaPoet

What's up with today's rap songz? All of it sounds whack. We lost Pac and Bigg, so there is no one to pick up the slack. All these dance songz talking about jerking and racks. You know they don't have nothing to say because they brought in Sponge Bob and his crabby patty stacks. Acting as if they are skateboard fiends, and bragging about being addicted to promethezine. They even attached a cool name, they call it Lean. What happened to rappers like EPMD, Tribe Called Quest, Dougie Fresh and Slick Rick? These new songz got a catchy beat, but they all make me sick. Talking about hitting this girl and that girl on different nights. Does anyone out there who love old hip hop feel my plight? The new rap songz make my ears sore. I want the old hip hop that you could understand the lyrics to sing along to while your grooving on the dance floor. Waka Flocka learned his colors, so he wanted to share that with you. But Waka, it's not just Black and Yel

My eyes have seen the face of pain. Wondering will my tears stop the rain. Going out of my mind and trying to stay sane. Out of breath as the sweat hits my lip. There's a cup of happiness can I at least take a sip? Drinking it all up without even a drip. Power is at the end of my finger tips. In my imagination struggling is my chain and whips. Trying to embrace my true calling and get a grip. In dier need of strength. Stretching it out in wide width, and get it in my hands and not just at arms length. My mind is my solitary confinement. Stuck in my thoughts trying to read the fine print. Hoping God will forgive me for not completing my last assignment.

Fallen for you I can't deny. I took one look at you and said, "that's one man that I've got to try". I'm glad you didn't keep passin' me by. Have I fallen in the hands of grace or am I looking in danger's face? Whoa, I think I need to slow this down to a steady pace. Have I lost my mind or is the man upstairs trying to show me a sign? Is he sayin' you should be the tie that binds my heart to your heart, without any breakage in the line. Somebody please tell me to slow down. So my heart won't be broken and bound. And not stepped on by Timberland boots on the concrete ground.

The victims, survivors, and rescue workers will always be remembered. Nobody will be able to forget the Eleventh day of September. Americans feared for their lives as the fled from the burning towers. Bin Liden, I just want you to know, we wont be over powered! Families were torn apart when husbands, wives, and children didn't return home from their flights. Our American soldiers wont give up without a fight! People's bodies were burnt into dust and sand. Even though we've lost a lot of lives, we must go on so UNITED WE STAND! ~Dedicated to the Men and Women who lost and risked their lives to help those that were injured or lost on September 11, 2001. Victims will be missed, but never forgotten!~ *I wrote this the week of 9/11, and that was some 10 years ago, but it still touches my heart. The Anniversary is coming up so I had to post this one, and it's with the original dedication!

I'm living in an ocean of sorrow. Pain that lives in my heart that I wouldn't dare let anyone borrow. All hope for true love has deminished. Sometimes it makes me wonder, "am I being punished"? Knowing that one day I may love again. I lost my soul mate as well as my best friend. Love hurts and I'm now going to run from it. So alone, out love, and in the dark I shall sit. I'm living in an ocean of sorrow. Pain that I wouldn't dare let anyone borrow. I'm drowning in sorrow. So can you please pull my head from under water so that I may live to see tomorrow.

We are undercover lovers and we care for each other, and we continue to share our bodies between the covers. We explore each others bodies. We claim each as property, nobody can tear us apart not even John Gotti. I ride you like a roller coaster, and we will forever be entwined like a wall to a poster!

Aye shorty let me holla at you! Is that the way to treat a lady? I'm not your hoe or your bitch and I'm damn sure not your baby. If we don't want to talk to you, you call us a bitch. If I had a quarter for everytime I heard this word I'd be rich. We don't want you so rough. We want you gentle, sometimes you could show me you could be a little sentimental. Aye let me holla at you! Talking to me with your hand on your dick, you keep runnin' up in people and your going to die because you'll get sick. Stop coming at me with those sorry ass lines. So step off because I ain't got time. Here's a dime so you could get away from me and mine!

My black man knows what he wants out of life. He knows who and who not to make his wife. He's always a hard worker, so he's never trife. My black man cherishes the love I give. He knows that his love is the reason why I live. My black man is also good in bed. He's the only one I'd attempt to give head. Dick isn't for the mouth, that's what he said. My black man is worth more than gold. The key to my heart is what he holds. My love don't cost, so it won't be sold. I'm full of hot passion, so I'm never cold.

A foolish man always loses the battle. Then he walks around looking stupid like a farmer's cattle. A foolish man wants everything in sight. Makes me think their intelligence isn't to bright. A foolish man is a follower not a leader, and you know what I've noticed? They don't get much respect either. A foolish man complains about what he hasn't got. Damn nigga, what you want is not in stock.

Damn it's funny how a nigga can change the sweetest person into the biggest asshole you could meet. Damn it's funny how we try to flock to their heels, and we turn out to be the ones that pays the bills. Damn it's funny how a nigga can make you change your look. Expensive diets, etc, hell when getting rid of them was all that it took. Damn it's funny how we keep going back for more, when we know our hearts are going to be ripped out and thrown down on the floor. Damn it's funny how we get over you, but I think that is the best thing we can do!

Make me moan while I inch into the mood, Where when I open my eyes I won't realize we are completly nude. I'll start by kissing your lips, moving down slowly as I gently kiss both sides of your hips. As I move down to your nearly erect rod, as I kiss it until you shiver and say, "Oh God". You pull me up so I could began to ride, and I tell you to follow my lead because I'm your tour guide. You lay me on my back as you glide into the wetness of my peak. As I tell you to go deep because an orgasm is what I'm trying to reach. You go faster and faster as I began to shake, feels like I'm going to erupt like a volcano, because I'm shaking harder than a 6.6 earthquake. We release as we are both dripping with sweat. Now we have to change the sheets because they are all wet.

I love making luv to you, you got me waiting to see what else you can do. You lay flat on your back as I take my seat on your lap and began to rock on your nut sack. I began to kiss you from head to toe, and making my way all the way  down below! I'm anxious to show you my little talents, how I can ride it and guide it and still keep my balance. We are going tit for tat to show the other one up, but its a close one when you smack it and hit me on the butt. I come back strong and do something that has you going wild. I have to prove to you you can't match my style. The boning gets good and we both find ourselves losing it. My vision is clouded by pure extacy that I am unable to see the little bit of light coming from the candle that's been lit. It's about that time for us to release our inhibitions. Going from a hard pound to a soft grind is going to be a hard transition. We finally get what we wanted from the beginning. I'm so open th

Butterflies n my stomach as I anticipate your touch. Looking in your eyes I can tell your hungry for my love just as much. Licking my tongue down your chest to that special place.  I glance up to see pure xtacy written all over your face.                                                                                     I finally find what I really want from you, as I suck on your dick I take pride in paying attention to ur balls too.                                                                                           I finish my task and u slap me on the ass.  I hop up on top and guide you down the right path. Moaning your name is the only sound I make. You know that making me bust is the goal that is at stake. I jerk and moan and finish my nut, then you lay me on my back because its your turn 2 cut. Finishing your job you pant in satisfaction, Now we both fall asleep exhausted from the passion.                                                                

I hate 2 see u go through this pain. Your so far away from me that I can't shelter u from the rain. I hate the way you are always sad & crying out for piece of mind, and when it comes to having questions about your sanity ur always at the head of the line. Why don't u realize that the person u think loves you has torn your spirits down, and that if you don't get it soon, your soul, and your flesh will be heaven bound. Your a beautiful, intelligent and used to be a confident young lady, but now your self esteem is low, and I think its degrading. I really wanna tell you this but he's got me fearful our relationship will end, so ill just sit back let you handle it and try to continue to take it all in.                                                                       Untitled

Ur my secret and we r the only ones that know.   Its sexy and sensual and must remain on the low. I gave u my body and u gave me yours. We did it in the car, the beach and we even did it on the floor. What we r doing is not right, but we both refuse 2 stop.   So we must cover our tracks to keep from getting caught. U have somebody I don't, but still feels right. Just thinking about your touch is the only thing in my sights. I don't believe its love but it sure is lust. Making sure your satisfied is essential and defiantly a must. So don't say a word just keep it between us. I'll make sure I continue 2 live out your fantasies and we will meet at dusk.                                                                                 Shhhh

This blog is only for the grown and sexy. Meaning if your under the age of 18 you must leave this blog because there will be some poems that are only for adults! PARENTAL DISCRESTION IS ADVISED! Peeps now that I have gotten that out of the way, this a blog for me to express myself with words of poetry. I love to write and release my inhibations through my writing and also to let out any frustration I may have. So sit back relax and enjoy because its going to be one hellava ride!

The way you touch me you've got me yearning for more. We can start on the bed and continue this on the floor. The tips of your fingers scans my body, as a soft breath escapes me. You give me goose bumps as if you've touched me with ice cubes. Damn you've got me so wet there's no need for any lube. I must admit you got me wide open. The heat between us both has got me soaking. I can't fight the urge to lightly moan my approval of pleasure. The way you've got me feeling, no one else can measure. Put it on me right and I'll return the favor. I just got to taste you, I'll take my time, I won't rush because its a taste that I want to savor. Give me all you've got and I'll give you all of me. My hot spot is the lock and your the only one with the key.