Light maketh light brighter*
That there is my underlying principle

My stay in the east was long and I would have said wasted but there is a twist, like turning South due East.

Productivity Index was at its barest minimum and I mean barest like stark naked. Little or nothing was achieved, except for the wonderful people met and various found loves, leading me right to the one true one.

Choosing friends and acquaintances in a world filled with wolves in sheep's clothing is a very tricky business. Most people in the end will look out for self alone, in the least concerned about who's ox is gored. Find the few that give a f*ck and there you found friends somewhat true.

I found me few and I'm holding on tight.

Time flies by so fast & if you snooze, you might just might loose. Its doing the same things differently, giving unique names like precise.

Mary's a steady distraction,
hers is a cause for negligible concern
because once you're eligible & free will kicks in, ur free to mingle.

There's a tingle she gives,
a certain vibe to the exaggerated fuss bout her. Moments spent with her are like wild roller coaster rides & that is one thread out of many in the web engulfing the streets of Moscow.

Each man wears his legacy proud like a Jesus Piece, or like an uncle over protective of his adorable niece.

The Eye Is free spirited,
so that's goes a mile in explaining his easily wavered schedule & immediate priorities. Nonchalance here would be likened to the sledge hammer on the foolhardy fly, not easily perturbed would cut it with this EYE.

ICE just like a dice has got many sides. Some sweet, some misunderstood sour, some unwavering, some egotistical & opinionated. Garish, unlike himself in his mind's eye in the parish*

SOLO's lonesome, like a lone soldier with occasional chats with other officers at the mess. occasionally settles for less, but that ain't one of his defining traits. Classy & reserved, slow to words and I think anger follows shortly.

DEEDS like what he's been coined from wants the keys to the mansion, and is constantly scheming to get it if it isn't already in his possession.

A man of few words that set as dew and expressions like from a captain to his crew. With intelligent reports and foresights, he knows it unless he chooses not to be in the know.

The WORDsmitch let's his peers steer occasionally. Free-spirited & I dare say foolhardy too. A man of few girls, the kinds with beauty that set as the morning dew, all dis in lieu of glories past & a present smitch dat smites deep.

Kwrboi is so far from the truth, it makes his name seem a lie. Has values set in stone, like strong dye to a susceptible cloth. Incorrigible & headstrong go a long way in unraveling his many defining qualities. A quantities man who never gets to do much.

I will tongue lash her till she slowly bleeds
Moisten her soil,
then proceed to bless it with seed

Chief Priest, invoke Gaia,
do the tribal dance to make the earth pulsate
And then like Vulcan make the earth quake...vibrate

Till it erupts and spews hot Lava and fire
my every touch burns leaving traces of desire
Passion flows,
hell...rivers of fire
and I lay her on lusts erected pyre

I will swim her wetness like I was Poseidon
Come up for fresh air,
catch a glimpse of new horizons

Shape shifter,
I'm now Dracula - I suck her
now i'm Zeus,
in flashes of light spectacular - i pluck her

from mortal realms - transfiguration
Now I'm Hades watch her burn - incineration
Reality shifts;
time and space de-xist, senses turn numb
till riding six white horse,
round the mountain...she comes

Sick Nebula
Like her Gardner, I plant Kisses
moisten her fertility
and watch them grow into wild desire

she calls me 'sire'
before she sits on my throbbing throne
I am a god playing with two globes

rhyming with her rhythm
her lips quiver like mild mannerisms
in one season she was the future,
i was the present -- behind her

whispering thrusts and sweet throes as though to remind her of our past
her grips, her grasp, her gasps

we exchange lingua...frankly speaking in tongues
as she took me in like knowledge
i illuminating her with me

i watched as she sang,
took it slow then sank
like quicksand*

*onLy she wuLd compreh'a'nd*
Meka