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Openin my eyes to the dark I must still be dreaming
Cause I hear this soft screaming
in the back of my head and my memory is vague
Last nights scene slowly come back to mind and
All I can remeber is Hi-Hat, a few drinks, loud music
preferably slow grinding
A jigsaw puzzle I'm trying to put together with missing pieces
First clue is a warm breath on the back of my neck I can't believe this.
As my eyes get use to the dark I realize this room is not mine
The sheets i lay on are moist and my boxer breifs i cant find
There is a trail of clothing leading from the foot of the door to the end of the bed a path of square toes, stilletoes, a button up, and some gouchoes
Flashbacks of freshly manicured hand carresing the back of my head
Thought of me holding her up against the wall feet around the waist trying not to slip.
Different scenes coming back to me to quick
Intoxicated from pleasure, intoxicated from memories or am I intoxicated from the drinking
Altogther a sudden movement take me from my thinking
She is now woke probraly wondering what she got her self into now
Both confused me scared to face the truth and turn around
She wondering who this niggas is, I am wondering what she look like
We both trying the find out what going to happen tonight
We both thinking I don't even know her(his) name.

King Young

Navigating the Woodland Of Life

Life has been no easy forest for me to navigate --       

Not always with a predetermined path to follow,

But abounding with rocks and roots to trip over

While stumbling along in a period of darkness.

Never knowing whether to take the left or the right fork,

Ever maneuvering the endless labyrinth

Of trees with dancing boughs and gnarled bark.

Always following the gently trickling blue snake,

Which is really a minute stream

But never too closely

For fear of falling in.

Constantly checking in all directions

For vicious, rampaging, wild beasts

That may be roaming the wood.

Never willing to stop, pause, or turn around,

Though sometimes I wish I could,

Being prevented only by the fact that

Even if I tried, I wouldn't be able to find my way back.

Ever keeping my faith in the reward on the other side,

I continue to traverse through the seasonally changing woodland of life.

Mark Hazel