Pierced My Existence

My Dad, Alphonso Pierce
A veteran in a lifetime and fierce
Handyman of tools and navigation system
Carpenter, mechanic to electrician
Alongside my Mom with me, pregnant
Claimed me, as your son, fatherhood relevant
You have a boy, wanted a baby girl
Made it happen by a woman named, Cheryl
Planned same month, day, and five years apart
Should’ve been twins, a conceptual birth of art
Don’t know if I have it in me to do that
Unless my legacy will be carried on, a fact
You and my mother were an odd couple
Did the best y’all could from a double
One of the saddest moments in life
When y’all split, never husband and wife
Shocked me, when you shed tears
How we gonna make, set in fears
Every single day, I cried
Thought I’ll never see you again, denied
Still, nothing was the same
Learned truth and didn’t put on you, all blame
You were about marriage of common law
Not healthy examples I saw
Great provider, who brought to the table
Sorry, I didn’t follow your career path to install cable
It’s not that I wasn’t able
Gained interest in arts, performing, and writing fables
You took a boy on the best trip, fishing
To pass it on, I’m wishing
Remember when you left food and drink in seat
I’ll drink it all up and eat
You would ask me, where did your stuff go at
Look around, like it wasn’t me and laugh
Wish I was taught how to mow lawn and about cars
How to fix things around a house, up to par
I know I have some of these skills
Maintain, as a man and pay bills
Some say you’re the meanest
A bragger and not quite the cleanest
An old man so grumpy
Curse people out, fussy
You can talk a lot, when you’re drunk
I love you, but don’t always wanna hear it much
Kind soul with many others, you’re helpful
Make you mad and crazy, meet the devil
Have one grandchild
What the fuck your son is doing
Dad, I’m trying, but not given that pursuance
But, I’m a do, as you tell me, enjoy existing
A long time, as you, I wanna be living
Like you’re retired, desire to relax on boat
The hope I'm there with you, it floats

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Singing My Melody

                                                          In strings and chords of jealousy
                                                          Symphony of common error
                                                          A face with bloody mascara
                                                          The devil was conductor
                                                          I awakened the forbidden
                                                          Fell on my knees to hum and pray
I’ve always been a free spirit
Raised my voice a higher octave  
to rid ghosts in the opera   
when concert became darker
Stage manager, a minister
Clapping and cheering, sinister
Gave them hell on a musical scale
so heavenly production could prevail
Signing autographs, gothic 
Paparazzi catatonic 
while angels in my band, kept me prolific
Should’ve canceled tour, it was oblivion
Songs against religion
Promotions were demons sent
My vocals had to repent 

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Take a Man Out

Ladies, if he’s proper
Would you offer
to take a man out
Pay for him to have a good time, no doubt
Make September reservations
for intimate conversations
Then, take him home for warmly sensation

Oh, yeeeeaah, it’s that time of the month
Invite a fella to breakfast or brunch
Matter of fact, ask him what he’s doing, tonight
Ride around town in those big city lights
Yes, this is a date
Hope you’re able to relate
What you looking for in a mate 
It’s 2015, reciprocate
So many years in the millennium
He wants to know, are you feeling him
How often can you deal with him
To what places, you’ll be bringing him
Chop it up, over some drinks and food
Get acquainted with each other, is the mood
He handles tip, you handle tab
Into new things, y’all can dip and dab
Catch a drive-in movie
The chemistry is groovy 
Moments sweet like smoothies 
Could he be yours, truly 
The evening still young and it’s not dark
Even go for a stroll in a park
Take a trip, right to the beach
He wants to keep you in arms reach

What if it’s his birthday
He has his own money to partaaay… partaaay
This type of stuff can happen, any day
Just find something to do, around the way
Sometimes, it don’t cost a dime
to chill and free your mind through quality time
Oooooh, you so tempting in your outfit and heels
Hit the dancefloor of bump and thrill 
Would he be wrong, if he goes for the kill
En Vogue with you, to give something he can feel 

Ladies, if he’s proper
Would you offer
to take a man out
Pay for him to have a good time, no doubt
Make September reservations
for intimate conversations
Then, take him home for warmly sensation

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Intellectual Sexual

I envision you in a wet dream
I’m ‘Sex Intelligent’, like The Dream
You and I can be a team, sexcellent
Your company is always pleasant
I’m intertwined, how you stimulate my mind
So fine, I’ll take it easy, just wind 
Tease me good of personality
Let me get in touch with sexuality
Entertain each other from naked spirits 
Desire to feel all of you, I hear this…

HMMMM! Your intellect got me so wet
BAAABY! Cum hard for me with respect

HMMMM! Your intellect got me so wet
BAAABY! Cum hard for me with respect

Hol up, hol up… Don’t be fooled by the glasses
I’m a legs and breasts man, I slap asses 
I imagine us engaged in a kiss
Flirtatious, to bury face in tits
Cover and smother them with some spit 
You take my hand to rub on your abyss
Get a sense of humor, working down to your clit
Prepare it like a project for me to hit
I’m stuck in translation of your lips 
Curious to have them wrapped around my dick
Fluent body language makes temperature rise
Oral skills fluid, head game wise
Pull it in a direction to have me realize
A jerk is sensitive, no shucking or jive 
You sucking, as my eyes undress our clothes
I see myself inside all three of your holes
Pussy deep, as a talk, I study pretty toes
Listen, while you moan for me, your goals  
I’m loaded into sex drive, updated
Stroke an ego and asshole, so lubricated
High from you being loud... I’m faded
I love a woman, who is sexy and educated 

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SENSEtive II: Fuckery and Bullshit

All this fuckery

Misery loves company

Most of it is bullshit

Personalities so split

SENSEtive

All this fuckery

Misery loves company

Most of it is bullshit

Personalities so split

All right… Okay!

Flipside of a coin, y’all are twofaced.

I’m ahead of all of you, I’m fast paced

Make a man wanna seriously catch a case

How long do I stay humbled, intact with grace

Ooh, I’m sick of you bitches

with your bait and switches

Got more buffoonery than a witch

Siren mechanism to pitch

Use the cliché, men taught you the game

When all of us aren’t like that of blame

Lead man on, lead man off

A rock hard dick turned soft

Common courtesy and courting don’t pay off

Compliments or caring doesn’t lead to a loft

Doesn’t make a gentleman a pussy… gets the pussy

Find that hard to digest with shitted on chivalry

So, don’t ask me for any favors, I’ll pass

I ain’t getting gas money, no head or ass

Fucked, and not how I wanna be fucked

Sucking my energy, not how I wanna be sucked

Strucked, I’ve applied the method of fall back

Strong… I won’t cut too much slack

Now, I must have reciprocity

100% is still 50/50

Learned the opposite sex is from perception and fear

I predicted no more dating coming near

You create problems, aren’t even there

Jump to confused conclusions, no force there

Taking my time, I don’t claim who doesn’t claim me

You can expose YOU, trying to shame me

It’s crazy, that’s why bittersweet has set in

It hurts, too… got stories to be let in

All this fuckery

Misery loves company

Most of it is bullshit

Personalities so split

SENSEtive

All this fuckery

Misery loves company

Most of it is bullshit

Personalities so split

Left and forgotten

Smell crap, given rotten

Men are becoming extinct, y’all still niggas

Shotty him up, shotty him down, no made figures

Nothing iconic, just arrest warrants

Reduced by death in hands of twisted law informants

I’m thinking we’ve all seen the good, bad, and ugly

But, it’s about a trick or joke, until no longer funny

Not too many real adults, they’re kids

Trash everywhere, stink with unclosed missing lids

I ain’t dense to protect me in self defense

I’ve always been a one man’s regime offense

If it’s each person for self, I’m on guard

50 million excuses, lectures, and smart ass mouths I card

of why I can’t get mine, things for you, I did  

I must have an S or L written on my forehead

All this fuckery

Misery loves company

Most of it is bullshit

Personalities so split

SENSEtive

All this fuckery

Misery loves company

Most of it is bullshit

Personalities so split

Fuckery and bullshit say I’m so SENSEtive

Fuckery and bullshit say I’m so SENSEtive

Fuckery and bullshit say I’m so SENSEtive

Refueled, focused on bonuses and incentives

I don’t have to be about the life

Just show my medieval side

You’ll think Jesus is back

Then, I’ll be crucified

Everybody will be ready to beat my ass

That’s if you can get me to the cross, fast

I resurrect through you counterfeits

Wisdom as weapon, soon, I baptize the permit

Spit this venom like a sermon at the pulpit, nice

I caught the angry Holy ghost, can’t finish… CHRIST

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Motherly Rose II: Concrete

Grown ass man, still a Mama’s boy

Gave me birth... shelter, now a laptop my toy

to write you this part two, brings me joy

Memory lane of ass whippings, burned me out

I get mad, but you’ll say, look how I turned out

Jack of some trades and college graduate

Writer and performer, could’ve been laureate

Our relationship is concrete, as your middle name

A Rose I carry in me, everywhere, no shame

I understand what you were teaching me

Surely, all the lessons are reaching me

To my existence, I just wanna apply it

See the fruit of your labor flourish, can’t deny it

In 2011, I left the nest, angry

Thought loved ones were against me

Sibling rivalry, sister for her daughter, my niece

You for them and your husband

Twin brother, uncle about his son

Stepdad just keeping the peace
I guess I’m all on my own

Stepped out on faith and left home

Didn’t have much of a plan

In Florida, is where I became a man

But, I was with the wrong people

Didn’t know wedding plans could cause such upheaval

Sent a message, I got peoples, too 

For these fake ones in taboo

Mom, you said it’s not my fault, I’d tried

I’m in a white suit, standing at the altar, you cried

You’ll be there, if I ever marry again

Pray it’s the last time, because divorce is sin

Baby fever, a touchy subject I get sick in

Sensitive, hope a cure will soon kick in

Don’t worry about it, you won’t love me less

If with children, I never be blessed

Have one grandchild, you may not live to see mine

I’m scared, when it’s my time, no one will be alive

A night on the phone, we exchanged girl titles

Came to a beautiful decision, if I ever see the arrival

I settled to live in North Carolina

You visited, we had dinner at the BBQ diner

Mother and son conversation going well

Something wrong, from your voice I could tell

You almost broke down and felt lost

Held back tears for my problems at a cost

To me, you’ll always be a woman warrior

A real lady, strong, and less worrier

Whoever it was, I would’ve put two in head

For your position and what was done to that kid

You didn’t let it have you remain a victim

I’m glad you’re back in the school system

Although, a Davis, everyone will know about the Taylors

Can’t mess with our survival, we’re NOT failures

Mom, this life can be so shifty

You said, you got it right, close to 50

Looks like, I’m heading down that path

Still, have a while to go, I’m doing the math

Anything in way, will feel your first born wrath

As I can have crazy setbacks

You have words to keep me on the good tracks  

Your advice, not to give a time limit

Long as I’m here, happens, when it happens

The past is over, learned from it, I forgive you

Through the present to future, I’ll live you

Everything was paid for, not once evicted

No streets, we had running water and electric

That’s how I wanna do it

If I never again have someone else

Oh, yeah... you tell me not to be hard on myself

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Be My Valentine III: Red Chocolate

Turn me on, in black panties and bra

Ahh, ahh, ahh… ooh

So sexy, like you’re laid out at a spa

Ahh, ahh, ahh… ooh

Let’s do something new, tonight, sex tantric

Without physical contact, make your body orgasmic

Tease and please you with different kinds of foreplay

Release chakra, as the mind sways

My hands do a rhythmic dance, inches from frame

Skin tone desirable, hot as red flames

Breathe, baby, I pantomime, stroking your yoni

I groan, you squirm… moan for me… moan for me

I’m yours forever, can’t loan me… can’t loan me

I’ll never share, sensuous mystic in me

honors sensuous mystic in you

Our love ritual is the exotic you… exotic you

You massage me with your titties, they’re perky

My lingam rock hard, feeling jerky

I’m tingling, pulse is a bass drum

Soul relaxed, it begins to strum

Can’t take it anymore, I pre cum

I want some, signaled in a magical hum

Ring around the booty

Feels good and juicy

Asses… asses, I have a meltdown

To bury myself in you, I go longest

I’m a king getting it on with a goddess

Tasting and swirling Godiva Chocolate

I’m the key to your potion box, pop and unlock it

My affection is the softest Valentine

   Beyond February 14^th, our tantra will shine

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Dance With Me All Night

I may groove by myself from a distance

I get a rise, when you hit the floor, for instance

Watch the way you gyrate your hips

I imagine close, like kiss lips

Trying to figure how I can be smooth

in my approach, sweet as a tooth

I take little steps into personal space

If we could just brush our clothing together, face

Touch and embrace in form of a hug

 Hold you dear to me, as we cut a rug

Lost in the moment and perfume

Your sexiness and moves I presume

Of course, I’m on it, you back up that booty

Ain’t gonna hurt nobody, I’m not scared

Yeah, I’m gonna think what it is with us naked

Still in awe, I passed the stage of rejection

Now, you work on me, one hell of an erection

More you dip low, I wanna dip it low

Break a sweat, we grind fast and slow

A different rhythm means a new beat

 I’m doing best, not to stomp your gorgeous feet

It becomes intense, we lock hands and fingers

to the fine tunes of rappers and singers

We go at it, song after song

I desire wee hours to last long

Might get frustrated, if we have to break

Don’t wanna disappear and you’re with another man

He didn’t discover you, a treasure in strobe lights

I wouldn’t stand to see you make his night

I fondle and twirl you, all around, tight

I’m not mad or much the jealous type

Not my girl, but you give me some kinda hype

Upon a time, it was called getting my freak on

After a party, I got mine is what I speak on

No numbers, at least I copped feels

Pretty women in dresses, leggings, jeans, or heels

Halter tops, sight for sore eyes, bodies slammin’

I’m jamming, wish inside of you, I’m jammin’

Nonstop, bounce up and down your breasts to legs

Baby, I only request a dance, don’t have me beg

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I Dream of Dr. King II: National Nightmare

If the world ended, today

All we’re told, be humble and pray

Youth is expiring, in unrest they lay

Injustice wins, no penalties to pay

Racism still alive, but we shall overcome

From outcries of murder, do we run

Dr. King, how long does one remain silent

when your approach to this was nonviolent

Spyware on devices, Sprint, T-Mobile, Motorola

New technology, gone from Cancer, AIDS to Ebola

We search for fallen foreign planes of the sky

Same ones we teach terrorists how to fly

Give funds and rescue an overseas country

In mine, I’m treated and hunted as a bounty

Dr. King, if only you saw how they did Trayvon Martin

Left the Black community’s hearts hardened

The same happened in a Missouri town

Gunned down was teenager, Michael Brown

It’s called Ferguson of looting and purging

Many businesses to homes were burning

You said, riots are language of the unspoken

against a system not meant to protect us, broken

Can’t forget about Oscar Grant

Fruitvale Station, a New Year’s rant

When we think the madness can’t go no farther

‘I CAN’T BREATHE’, last words of Eric Garner

As a kid, I played with toy guns

but not for Tamir Rice to be shot in fun

Lord, what have we done

Keep being taken away, until we’re none

Invitation by members to join KKK

They must feel Blacks are stupid, no fucking way

Arson crosses as their grills

A barbecue, picnic (pick a nigger) for our kills

Before my time, but I won’t forget

Years, they hid behind sheets and pillow case sets

Think they did something, attending a NAACP meeting

while my skin color is dying with bleeding

Choked to death, put on gurney, like we’re breathing

Shoot us dead, cuff us, as if we’re leaving

The only power we have is vote and protests

When can we strap up in bullet proof vests

Bring crooked law makers and enforcers to test

Without a judge, grand jury, or an arrest

Be their equalizer, Black lives matter

even on camera…

The dream will not shatter

Uplift this stigma

Minorities are the latter

Solve the enigma

Racist chit-chatter

Black men used as target practice for the scare

Waking up to step out my door is a nightmare

To each other, we’re punk ass, bitch niggas

until one of us pull a trigger

If we come forward as witnesses

We disrespected the streets and are snitches

Not supposed to say Black on Black crime

in police brutality time

If so hard, draw your weapons at them

or suit up for war in Afghanistan

Some other nationalities recognize us

Our own women despise us

We’re thugs and abusers in prisons across nation

Harassing, drugging, and charged with rape allegations

Gay, unemployed, no nice guys

Bad partners to fathers without child support to buy

New bitches, broke, weak…we still get The Apology

It’s always said, look at history

Jim Crow, Willie Lynch, and Slavery

Then, maybe we’ll have unity

As people, we’ll never be equal

So much evil to be peaceful

A cruel society, I see

God Almighty, I am NOT free

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Aunt Ree

I didn’t know where I was going

If it’s a state or residence

When I began to remember

All I wanted to do was go to Virginia

Dad, are we going to Virginia

My favorite family and so much fun

We do everything under the sun

It’ll start at Aunt Ree’s house

Celebrations, reunions, and cookouts

To this day, your home is always my hotel

As a child, I’ll run the little steps to a bowl of cereal

or to your good breakfast cooking smell

The Christmases I brought down my toys

to share with my first, favorite woman cousin, Joye

Yes, I was bad and bit her on the butt

You wanted to tear my hind pots up

Just leave it to my mother

because I was becoming a brother

Aunt Ree, you named my only sibling, Shante Marie

Trips we took to Florida’s Disney World

It was you, me, Meme, and Aunt Jerl

I have a bond with Robbin, you see

He taught me how to play Super Mario Bros. 3

Good ole days of entertainment and Nintendo in the den

I’m excited from different company walking in

It could be Aunt Frances, Skookie, Ivan, Fee, Kita, and Gwen

Aunt Margie, MC, Derrick, Boo-Boo, Sylvia, T, Jevon, Keke

Uncle Bob, Raynor, or of the family, a friend

I’m older and I can talk to you about life

How I wanted to settle down, have children… wife

Backfired, you said, I just wanna be treated right

Let me learn from mistakes, it’s my plight

These times has come to past

January 4, 2015, is when I saw you, last

We were happy to see each other for the New Year

Few days later, I break down and shed tears

Received call from cousin David, you passed away

I was like, look man, don’t play

He wasn’t, I packed a bag and came right away

I’m gonna miss your great warm spirit, jokes, and smile

Wash your hands, have you eaten anything, where’s little Al

Now, I’m saying what happened, where’s my favorite aunt

I know, as I haven’t seen him in a while

  Say hello for me to Uncle Hunt

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