Life, Emotions, & A Little Eroticism

This book is a bit self-explanatory with the title. There is poetry and short stories that encompass this book. I had a ton of poetry left when I stopped writing it. I needed to release it because there were many good poetry pieces could help people in many different aspects of life. There is so much randomness that we experience daily, or so what seems random to us. You always hear the saying, “Everything happens for a reason, you just might not know in the moment what that reason it.”

Poem Excerpt:

Black Love

Successful young black queen

Looking for someone who can sit beside her

Encompass her standards

As her king

But don’t let her outward perfections fool you

There’s a hurt woman in there

A woman who chooses not to fall from grace again

As well as a man with insecurities

Trying to overcome the stigmas of his people

Two as one

The strength of building an empire, a union

Taking the negativity and transforming it into positivity

This love is overpowering

Her king didn’t know that one day

She would become this important to him

As he places her on that pedestal,

Of not only appreciation,

But of wonder

Can this beautiful woman be the one?

His queen sees a king in the making

A lover of sorts

Mind, body, and soul

The way our hair curls and hips sway

The sculpted figures and function of their ego

The mind blowing passion expressed together

Her king’s hands encompassing,

Every voluptuous curve of his queen

This love composed of a single soul,

Inhabiting two bodies

The intensity of two bodies becoming one

For his queen will see into his soul

As he will grant her access

She kisses him with her full lips

Touches him as no other has

Holds him with such compassion

Loves every part of him

He loves her first

Then he holds her as if to never let go

Touches her tenderly, cautiously

Cupping her face, while gently kissing those lips

They heal one another

Becoming whole once again

American Graffiti

On cloud nine

Looking so benign

That gleam in your eye

Anyone can spy

The look of contemplation

You tell a story with those eyes of flirtation

Your physique, not telling how you got it

Your lips round and plump I can admit

Posture is reflecting translation

But not quite giving invitation

Body language so sensual

But got me thinking quite ethical

And I know you got high self-esteem

Laughing at everyone else around in extreme

Your hair says it all

That’s why I remain here, yet to fall

Victim to the seduction you radiate

I choose to expatriate

This American Graffiti got me feeling some type of way

How realistic they look in this modern day

Forbidden Fruits

Adam and Eve set the bar for the unthinkable deed

Those looming fruits they so much desired to feed

They were suppose to be the example, but did not properly lead

God punished them; for the warning they did not heed

God is a funny man; a comedian if you will

He presents in front of us what we shouldn’t have, yet still,

The temptation is so irresistible, it makes us ill

Just to be faced with such an amount of thrill

It’s in our grasp, yet so far away it is painful

Making us do things we wouldn’t normally do that are sinful

Though committing such acts only remain to let it be gainful

Allowing the desired person, place, or thing attainable

It never ceases to amaze us of the outcome though

We thought we had something that was worthy of know

And we would never think to owe a fee, although

There is always a price to pay that seems to lie low

This is what we call the forbidden fruit

Making all these plans just to get the boot

Sometimes even seeing that it didn’t start at the proper root

Finally realizing that it wasn’t meant or absolute

Short Story Excerpt:

Full Disclosure

“We love it,” John said. “Is there anything we should know about this house’s past?”

The agent looked down. He wanted to make the sale, but he knew they would find out sooner or later. Then he thought about the many owners whose lives were in danger when they walked through those doors. He had been haunted for ten years now. He happened to make a deal with the deadly spirit. He was waiting on approval from the spirit before answering the buyer’s question. They were getting impatient.

“Sir is there anything we need to know?” John said, less excited this time.

“No, you’re fine. This house is the best on the market right now,” the agent was able to manage.

“Good choice, let them find out for themselves, you did well this time.”

 The agent stood in the doorway as the buyers left. He couldn’t leave the house until someone new moved in. This was a win for him, but to do so he had to put others in danger. He had learned to be selfish, but it was still hard to do and he hesitated a bit.

“They’ll be back in a day or two and then you can leave my friend, for now…hahahahahaha.”

The agent looked to the side of himself knowing that he wouldn’t see the spirit, but he could feel the spirit’s presence there. It was something he would be joyful to get away from. Today was actually the anniversary of these two meeting. Wasn’t pleasant, but truly memorable.

Ten years way back when…

Life was simple for Thomas Thatcher; he was a 17-year-old genius, already on his second college year. He aced the ACT with flying colors, 36. He wanted to become a scientist dedicated to finding cures to help out the sick. So, things were handed to him and scientists were already looking to hire him on to some of their projects in progress. They felt with such a young and bright mind they would have different ideas and solutions. Or so it seemed.

Though Young Thatcher had the brain power that many desired, his common everyday knowledge just didn’t compare to his brain’s more analytical aspects. He always saw situations in the most critical, scientific, technical ways.  Broken down from basic to complex. Odd, ain’t it. It’s like trying to explain emotion to a robot. While at Yale, Young Thatcher acquired an internship with Scientists Anonymous, We Serve and Protect (SAWSP). The name sounds quite convincing of good intention; doesn’t it? No one had the back story to this organization. The mission entailed, in so many words, that they find the cures that no one can.

Young Thatcher saw this opportunity and ran with it. Literally, as soon as they gave him the paper indicating that he got the internship he ran through the campus. Little did he know it’d be an opportunity of a lifetime for him. Unforgettable. As some weeks went by the scientists had him doing basic experiments with chemicals and testing how medications work with blood systems. After two months SAWSP felt he was ready to be introduced to project (DEATH) = Deadly Enhanced Amplified Testing of Hope. They got creative and over excited about the name. Old people were the subjects.

SAWSP had a list of old folks that were living with Cancer that were in its late stages. These people were hopeful and in their 60s just wishing for another day to live. They were desperate and didn’t care what was put into their bodies.

One day Young Thatcher was brought along on one of the visits to an old person’s home. It was a normal day. He thought this was the day he would make an impact, or begin to. The catch with these patients is that no one, other than SAWSP, knew what was going on with them. SAWSP had all the testing records and doctor appointments and check-ups. These patients were deadly and Young Thatcher would find out soon enough.

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