Decadent, Destructive Treat

As cold as you are, as plain as they’ve been, the bud of a rose with no thorns on the stem

A desirous lust, I’m ashamed to discuss

You’ve destroyed men before but I’m different, of course

Just making it known, you’re in charge here, remember?

You’re so earthly, majestic, a volcanic figure

I’m hoping to spark up a flame from your embers

Not to burn down a village, but to build one instead

The brush must be cleared, though, before we begin

The useless and withering,

dead and the dying

Awaken from slumber, a change in the air

Refrained, without care

refusing to share,

a comment or goal

such a treat to control

A barter of sorts, for those seeking to enter

an eye for an eye and a soul for a soul

Inspired by the Daily Post – Daily Prompt – Treat

Featured Artwork by Melita Safran










Reservations @ 24 O’Clock

The strongest element of our acquaintanceship, are these reservations… these insecurities and intimidation. The sheer amount of patience or persistence, to even get here in the first place.

I don’t really know you, I just know of you. From the times I had seen you in passing, on campus. A silent fan of your entire ambiance, I managed to speak. A greeting indeed, yet too bleak for remembrance.

I licked my lips said “Hey” it was all I could muster. Stupid fool, too cool for a true approach… I turn around, for a quick glance, I’m still dying to know you. I could ask your homegirl, but she wants to be you. See she plots to usurp the attention, I render.

Ever met someone first? And then met their friends next? And then wish circumstances, were switched? Well I have and I do, not ashamed to admit, that I wish you were the one that I knew.

Your natural twists, flourish through my abyss of desire and tangle my soul. I have wished to be words, far more than a kiss just to float over your tongue and soft, lovely lips.

To be considered, at least, a contender for sheets, you would share with another instead. Pillow talk til morning, then embark on our journeys, we’ll do it again the next night.

I hope that you’ll read this and know that it’s you. The reservations I have, are suited much better as dinner for two.

Inspired by Daily Post – Daily Prompt – Reservations

Almost There

Almost out of gas.

‘Fuck. I should have stopped’

I was almost there though,I figured I could make it.

I knew I should’ve stopped and refilled…

Today I ran out

of, fucks, to give that is.

I almost did the right thing.

Would’ve been way too obvious though so, I did the wrong thing.

I almost succeeded until I failed.

I’m appreciative of all learning experiences the only problem is, it’s almost like I don’t learn

I’m just experiencing.

Inspired by Daily Post Prompt – Almost


SO many miles between here and there. Hella vibes from a Spotify playlist that was gliding in melody with my wipers and steady rain. A perfect rain really, one where you can cruise with the window slightly cracked and not get a drop on you. I could hear the sound of tires cutting through the fresh, untouched raindrops on both sides of the street. Then the traffic lights started flashing.

Must be 11:00PM. As I turned right at the light, my eyes passed over the empty passenger seat. I passed a few gas stations, it must have been their glistening lights calling because for some reason I stopped at the next one. I pulled up at pump 4 and saw my cousin on pump 7. Cuz stays in the streets, so figured I may as well get some GAS with my gas. The situation was so random, I had to put it on my Snapchat with the local Geotag like “Yo! Look who I ran into.”

We chopped it up a bit, he always has the craziest stories about his night before, when I noticed people replying to my Snap video. We grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same high school, so our circles interlock at some points. At least three mutual homies were telling me to tell him to answer their texts. I guess they weren’t so fortune to catch him at the Shell station and were still waiting on their gas bags. I thought I got them all but underneath, the first message after I posted my cousin, was a message from someone I knew he didn’t know. “You headed home or still out tonight?”

I put what my cousin gave me in my arm rest and went into the store for some Swishers. The Arab dudes that run the store are hella cool but they play too much sometimes. There’s always some old-head trying to bear hug as many Miller Lights as possible and run to the counter to check out before you, only to be paying in quarters. Bitch. The cashier picked tonight to give him shit about it of course, so this only furthers the time it takes for me to get out of the store. There’s this other dude that hangs far enough off the property to not be soliciting but close enough to yell “Aye nephew, you got a quarter?”

Truth be told, I don’t even like being out and about after 10:59 anymore. I’d prefer to be off the streets by then. But when you’ve nowhere to go, a house that’s not really a home, you roam.

Upon Arrival pt. 1

It’s about a 4 hour drive from here to there. Check in is at 3PM, so if we leave now we’ll get there with time to spare. Maybe we can grab a bite to fill in the time?


Yep and you already know we got plenty of that. State troopers like to lurk between 127 & the state line, so it’s now or later.


The rest goes in the trunk. Let me get the aux cord. You heard this? It’s fire.


I told you it was fire. Let’s stop at the gas station and fill it back up. Then, we can stop at that place you were talking about on Yelp.


It was! Good choice. You can light that back up now too since we’re out of the boondocks. Do you mind taking over the aux cord?


Oh, this is dope. It’s so private. I’m not sure if a hotel will cut it anymore. Did you see this though?


I’ll probably spend my whole night in here. Wait, you’ve got to warm in up a bit first. It says after about 30 minutes…


Love & Loyalty

Two of the ancient pillars of civilization are love & loyalty. Over the years, in my life, I’ve seen both crumble and left in ruins. However, in some small pockets, they continue to exist.

It was about a year ago when I got a phone call from a high school friend. He told me he was getting married & asked if I would be his best man. As each year has passed, I’ve seen the number of weddings I attend increase, but he was the first of my true homies to make the leap. And I jumped at the opportunity to be there to support him.

It means a lot to be invited to anyone’s wedding, simply as a guest, but to be apart of the ceremony is an entirely different honor. I couldn’t help but question, why me? We hadn’t seen one another in years, hell, we don’t even live in the same city anymore. We’d both gone off to college, made new friends, he’d even joined a Greek organization. So why me? Honestly, I still have no idea, but it meant the world to me.

I didn’t meet his bride until the day before the wedding, at rehearsal and I instantly could tell she was an amazing person. She was cool as a fan and her presence emitted positivity and jubilation. I instantly felt a calm come over myself, seeing how the bride and groom to be interacted with one another. The rest of the rehearsal & night only continued to strengthen my happiness for the broski.

The day of the wedding came and everything went off without a hitch. There was a sense of relief in the room we’d all settled into after the ceremony. Bottles of liquor were being opened, Snapchat videos were being recorded, it was becoming a party. After taking more snaps, we headed over to the reception hall to really turn up. Some of the groomsman were late, due to a pit stop at the liquor store. It was all love.

During the bride & groom’s first dance that everything sort of came together for me. This was a REAL LOVE they share, as genuine of one as I’ve seen in my generation’s era. And this was a LOYAL friend, to allow me to be apart of this special day, a day neither of us will soon forget. Watching them inspired me and gave me hope for my own future. It was a reminder of what can be and I do not take the example they set lightly.

So bro, to you & your bride, thank you again for allowing me to be apart of your wedding day. Thank you for asking me to be your best man. And thank you for the reminder, that I need to get MY shit together!


Let’s be real for a bit..

Your defensive schemes all out of wack. The area your covering isn’t even the most vulnerable, you’re looking at it from the wrong perspective. You’re looking outside – in, when you should be looking inside – out. Guarding against the run, as if you didn’t just allow me to pass.

Man to man coverage. Worry about who’s in front of you. That’s your responsibilty. Don’t depend on any sort of safety coverage and no don’t peeking into the backfield. But it takes a certain type to be able to do this. Some can, some cannot.

The end zone is the end goal, of course scoring is important, but so is time of possession. The longer you hold on, the better your chances of winning.

Should you choose to bend the rules, play without dignity or outright cheat, you will be caught & punished. Once word gets out, free agents won’t even respond to your messages and you’ll lose future picks.

I mean, it is all sort of a game anyway, right? We mask it as a playful activity, something for amusement, but in reality it’s so much more. We all want to win and hold up our trophy.

And after you’ve gotten that trophy every living being desires, you also get a ring.

That zone defense you’ve been playing got you here, but it won’t win you a ring. Come here. Do your job and only be concerned about the man in front of you.

And I promise the same.