Cussing A Curse With Worse Verse

The Next and latest book in the Unlocked Thoughts series, Cussing a Curse With Worse Verse! It's now officially released online!!  There is a link to buy and get a signed copy from me below.

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Open The Gates

One love, one heart
I'm thriving with both but still lacking one.
If you can't guess then I'll give you a hint.
Its the one two many lack for self

There are times I give it more to others than me
I've realized that a lot lately.
Restless nights mixed with early morn edible delights...
Have not fed the hunger i need to satisfy the tremendous appetite of daily...
That's brain and body with vibes and energy
Licking my chops to feast has been a task as of late.

And school is something I don't wanna feel like a burden like in the past
Stuck by circumstance in this chamber abode of confined chaos
The key to open the gates is hanging on the side of pants of Janitor named obstacle.
And he calls the other keys that surround it courses.

Forces of delays to grin and bare the days in this willing path I've found myself on
Half blindly, seeing myself forge forward with hopes of snatching the key to sanity.
Debit is good, but I have nothing in my name so my credit is dead-it.
First broken key...
Through these going on 7 years of spoken seasons showing my brethren I want to love and live through spoken reasons,
shortcomings made me question this gift of verse and curse.
Second Key broken...

Even though I got all this knowledge
Back up in college and trying ban the scarlet letters of falling back
But my soul is being tugged on again.
Self control is getting shifted again...
The supply of utensil tools has been deplenished
This causes me to ghetto electronically free write with my free right.
Third key, bent, but not strong enough to open the Gates of solace.

I'm a vet of many things, but only half have soaked inner peace through me.
Love for many is a roller coaster of a relay.
But I have no complaints of what place I'm in.
Its been better to me these days then the past 16 years.
Loosening the Master locked bars for enlightenment I desire.
My being has a poetic pacemaker implanted inside from the fifth year...
Scrambled scribes scratched the surface of the man I've envied to be.
Music, has sung helping hands of ancestors past
to wake me out of nights as the living dead in this bedroom.

So, when will I take more charge of these breaths to just Open the Gates?!!
Ain't no time like the present to present my future with a past to be proud of.
Over thinking a vagueness is a part of my astrological and personality make up.
I know.
But I'm breaking this habit slowly, yet swiftly.
Here...I sit by the computer still being taunted by this Janitor
Who is believed to hold the key to busting free of this caged prison of lost mind, body and souls....
Only to discover, this redemption key was in my pocket the whole time.
The gates were already unlocked.
Not having the strength and the illusion of being locked,
was the transition of independence, getting the best of me....


"Honest Abe" Abraham Benjamin © 2013

NAPOWRMO-3 BREAKING THE CAST

I sometimes thought I'd break b4 being broke on going broke. Starting out in pieces not wholey speaking

unholy of my surroundings. Playing a new role with unauthodox voice and diction my confliction with words

became a Godly addiction.

But there had to be a production road where a wandering soul like mine could leave lyrical dope fiend track

marks of his existence. Discovering this gift of verse turned into a corpse with lil resistance to a hearse  my

trifecta helped me rehearse my mental medicine manufactured to mend masses....

As days pass with funky farts from fat asses swiftness

Cant deny I almost had multiple suicidal strokes,

Getting high off my own supply...

Looked at as a characticer of character never wanted to be born to play. So how can I escape...

My dad always told me my future was in my hands

The ball was in my court to determine how far I could go. But I've been trying to break this cast filled pain

pill narcotics society gave me since 13 y/o.

See, since my my mother nature gave me the script to act out puberty, there was no looking back....

Pimp smacking this gig in life for 13 years

But the scenes of Trial & Tribulations half treated me like its hoe. From when two thugs tried to rob me

across the st from the Brooklyn Museum on a cold winter night in 2004. Then, how my physical insecurities

made it hard to be Naked and HARD in front a woman at 26...losing out on love.

To my fear of success had me dropping college courses,

Out side forces I couldn't see

Having me cop a plea giving in to stress of a prosecutor named, "Depression" one of my many antagonists in

If you think my self destruction wasn't far way...

Then you'd only be half right.

The fight and battle for recognition had only begun.

Took me slamming against lyrical juggernauts and skywalkers on stages....

putting poetic magnums to mine and their domes for better pay

Starting as a noone paying dues to be a someone.

Honestly, I began being Abel to redefine my mind by the end of 2012.

Breaking the cast of this shy, keep to myself introverted demeanor making moves redeeming AB.

So the almighty casted a new love interest, Debbie.

A new guiding light I gladly learned new life lines to survive working with.

And  allow a truth to speak so my people can...just listen...use my words as the piston instead of getting

pissed on by the powers that be.

Need to continue breaking the CAST

Of our prison cells we confined  behind the bars spit.

Breaking the Cast, the media type casts of us valued as shit on a stick...

Breaking the CAST, that makes you believe your environment premeditates the success you get.

Breaking the CAST, where a man like myself tries time and time again, failing and rather then see regret

To learn from it!


“Honest Abe” Abraham Benjamin [© 2013]

NaPoWrMo~1/30 Priorities

She burns bright with transparency to me...
Like a translucent watery flame.
Slippery essence with heated emotion fueled by love...for me and life.

There's nothing I wouldn't do to etch simile smiles
On this sun kissed by God face wit out surgery.
Cause poetic purger y penetrating our profound love: would bring back the verdict of perpetrating as her man, and I love her!

Abbreviated as Deb
But far from a Debutante.
Truth is she wants and needs me....
Like I want and need her...
But sometimes my priorities be messed up.
Watch me be at these shows on the mic going
Blow 4 blow, from
City to city
Have no pity for the stages I slay...
Thing is whats heavy on my mind is that my Ms.'s misses me.

I've been on the Abc "Last Resort" tip
Acting like a trip filling in a catholic SIN cup
Need to be more on my Donell Jones like,
"U know Whats up"

F USPS, with their priority mail.
Im a keep reminding you you're my Priority female.
Express...sending packages from the heart
Understanding that a unlawful fact which most men
Take presents like your love for granted is exactly
The reason God gives future gifts to another through
Karma's post office.

And letting my ego grinding toward success
Cost me more than producing any book or CD
Is a price too rich for me living in vein
So reigning over any rain is whats needed.
To think, I cant balance both work and my woman
In life is unconventional, impeding self-centered.

The fact of the matter is
Keeping my priorities straight
Shouldn't be a moral habit orientation dilemma;
And render me useless.
Now that I finally got the point
Leaving this piece like the end of my last joint.
Period!


“Honest Abe” Abraham Benjamin [© 2013]

NAPOWRMO-4 BLEW PRINT

Nothing builds a foundation in a journey better than a blueprint. But not quite the one

you have in mind. I'm still talking bout design but its the sign of the gift to uplift.

Mix in a fifth of passion and drive with scars and verse  creating a divine the blew

print blessed by God.

The lightning rod be the stage

And I bring the thunder off the page so my brethren

Can Gage how your souls spine needs to be touched.

Its a bit much when I can bleed life's imagery onto mental canvases within this room

using my blew print tongue.


So I'm glad I rung these words from a prophets tormented temple turning the

subjective into the objective. Spending the past 6 yrs rearing a blew print you and I

can learn from.

6 yrs to earn some to keep moral bank accounts in good standing.

6 yrs losing voice, friends, fam and dragging these vagabonds called bones around the

country,

Like who this Honest Abe tip??

Aspiring to inspire my community to get a grip;

And stop sipping force fed kool-aid.


Spitting murial collages to heal is my priority.

My pigmented skin re-insures i must speak in color

Because no one feels transparent wordplay.

Don't matter if your instrument is the form of lips

Or like my mans Jimi's guitar riffs.


My blew print is this signature i want you to see when im gone.

My blew print will be the rhythm man walk to in nature's song

My blew print can burn love scriptures of solace instead of hate as Psalms.

Launching lethal loogies filling half empty cups

Of character to see the whole picture.

Understand, once my blew print is set in the wombs of minds and hearts

No power rivaling the almighty can ever sever

The truth's existence!


“Honest Abe” Abraham Benjamin [© 2013]

Going 4 Gold ('G' Miners) (Honest Abe and Verbal Artisan collab)

 When you CUM for me...
I want my dick to feel like a homeless man
Getting hit with the 2nd coming of Hurricane Katrina
Because its been that damn long since it felt this clean by your juices.

Splish splash and drip drip from my tip
I need throbbing clit and penis slayer coochie lips to drown my shit.
But I know sticky rewards can't be reaped with out putting work in it Slow...and HARD...
b4 picking up the pace horse racing my black stallion in through your track.
Now bring it back...

Back to when lips locked left you with back shocks b4 the back shots.
Back to the thought of a grin lead to the thought of me in...you with a purpose
Back to a time when letting go of inhibitions and exhibitionist contorted positions to toe curling sessions come...
made u CUM..4..ME...
Back to change and the melody of momentum we sent out to universe together
 no other man could conqueringly curse.
But...that's...wishful thinking yet to be real.
So lets just return back to sinking into the kinking.

What we'll be making won't be just a love affair or fuck affair
Though will be fucking in the air.
No chairs, stairs, ladders, kitchen counters will be off limits.
And apparatuses always fit the grinding regiment.
show me why your head game gives new meaning to the term "Contact Sport" in the fellatio part of these sexual Olympics.
Pass that pussy cup of life so I can earn this destined cunnulinguistics championship you've held just for...me.

See, what's been torturing me since we met is
the potent pine-sol penetration scent tones couldn't help myself to be drawn to.
From temptress brown eyes and wealthy thick thighs plus the convo
gave me a mental and physical erection that can't be sized up.
the rush of blood flow had me ready to GO...IN!!

Trying to hold back my gutterish grin...
Like how soon will it be till a tote of you gets me lifted
Put preaching to practice
allowing me to knock the stuffing out ya muffin and break box springs on the mattress
Wondering if all the licks, tongue tricks, and the insurance of penile endurance...
will make you 5 finger discount the humanity out your black hole into bed sheets...when I'm not around.
I'd figure that's the kinda ground and pounding that's hard....to be found these days.

Prove me wrong if there's doubt and I'm just BS'n your Psyche.
I'm lucky you ain't look me up and down thinking to your self,

"Should I really F' with him...?
 I mean who knows where he dirty ding-a-ling done been...?"

And I'd be wanting to find the same thing bout your kitty kat with out using my lie DICK-tector.
Give me honey B affection
While searching for the "G" sector to ooze that combs nectar
expose the pleasure principle that Ms. Jackson 4got
We already hot to trot for each other
Ain't no stopping us now...
We on the move.
not trying to be smooth...
So how bout we create a groove in the bedroom wall with your ass
lasting longer than the ones in your weave..?
There's a whole world of pain, pressure and pleasure
I'm sure don't wanna miss out on with you.







Verbal:


WITH NO QUESTION I’LL MAKE YOU OOZE FROM JUST A GLANCE
Your eyes will BEGIN TO dance once you see me COME OUT OF MY PANTS

Your heart will start palpitating when I APPROACH YOU
I’M A STAR PLAYER AND ONE HELL OF A COACH TOO
One taste of me will satisfy every sweet tooth

NO POSITION OFF LIMITS – ‘cause I’M very FLEXIBLE
I’LL DO A THREE SIXTY WHILE SITTIN ON YOU

I’M LIKE A DURAG, MURRAY’S GREASE AND A HARD BRUSH CAUSE I CREATE WAVES
I’LL HAVE YOUR EYES ROLLED BACK WITH YOU PRAYING TO GOD TO BE SAVED

HAVE YOU DAZED AND AMAZED LIKE THIS CHICK GOTTA BE AN ALIEN
CAUSE NO HUMAN ALIVE HAS MADE ME FEEL BETTER THAN no questionin’

I’M BETTER THAN THE BEST OF THEM
When I’m on top you gon feel like the pearlie gates you just entered in
With clenched teeth you gon give heads nods of approval like I really needed confirmation

I demand deep penetration… I command it
My pussy is the rim you got the ball - you better slam it
Tackle me - Ram it…

I don’t watch football, but I play the sport well - You better go deep or get placed on the sideline
‘cause I bring pure elation… you gon feel like you on cloud nine with your toes curled and chills ru nnin’ up your spine
your only answer is gon be YES when I ask if this dick is mine

my mind is insane
causing all type of neurological affects when I tap into your brain
you won’t even wanna change your bed sheets covered in cum stains
you gon want me to forever remain - you'll start considering your body tatted with my name

you’ll love how I become an actress and use your body as my stage
Don’t need no script or to be taught how to play

I guess you can call me a natural… it’s done effortlessly
I’m like a drug I create fiends, I’ll have your body craving for me

have you pleasantly reminiscing
the fullness of my lips and how I use them when kissing

the way I rotate my hips and move when switching positions
the way I arch my back you’d think I was a professional gold medal winning gymnast

you sure you ready for this
My clit is addictive I’ll have you like a trained pooch on command doin back flips

AN UNBROKEN PROMISE

AN UNBROKEN PROMISE



Honest Abe:


In the brisk of energy air of breath from your lips...
I can feel the invisible kiss of destiny songs in the key of life
stirring my soul like no other.
As my hand swallows yours in my palm,
the other caressing your thigh as our eyes link to purge a growing bond reflection...
to stand the test of time...

VERBAL:

TIME IS ALL WE HAVE I’M WILLING TO INVEST IT IN YOU… IN US
I SEE THE BEST AND FEEL I GIVE SOME SORT OF COMFORT WHEN YOU LAY UPON MY CHEST

OUR BREATH BECOMES ONE IN THE MOMENT
YOU BRING WHAT I WAS HOPIN WAITIN TO BE ROPED IN WHEN I SAW YOU ZOOM YOUR SCOPE IN

I KNOW ALL THINGS HAVE UNPLEASNATRIES AND I’M WILLING TO WORK AT AND GET PAST THAT
MY BACK TURNED IS SOMETHING YOU WILL NEVER HAVE

Honest Abe:


Even when the self placed burdens of torment are removed from my mind,
shoulders and back...the phantom weight left becomes the next task;
Its alias is, "LOVE" for me at times.
So I hope...for the next queen that welcomes my emotions into their heart palace,
can bare the burdens of what I have to offer being enough...because...its all I got to give...

VERBAL:


AND I’M HERE TO ACCEPT ALL
DOWNFALLS ARE NOTHING I WILL ANSWER EVERY CALL
EVEN WHEN THEY’RE UNSPOKEN
I DON’T NEED YOU TO SPEAK I’LL USE TELEPATHY TO DISCERN YOUR NEEDS
I WILL ANSWER YOUR PLEAS WITH NO NEED TO SAY PLEASE

AND THAT IS MY PLAN
WITH YOUR HAND IN MINE PROUD TO CALL YOU MY MAN


Honest Abe:


And you know what they say about the best laid plans...
So instinct plays the role of my scheduler of thoughts
wanting my love for your existence to never Seem constipated when unleashed
knowing brain farts clouding your perception of what I want and desire will not be attractive.
I've learned and still learning to be adaptive from these lessons of love.
Domestically hurt hearts never fully heal but slowly learn to rise above the pain...
The invisible blood stains from wearing it on ya sleeve left behind don't wash away in vain...in vein

VERBAL:


OVERTIME I'VE LEARNED TO OVERCOME PAST PAIN
YOU HELP ALLEVIATE PAIN FROM PAST LAMES SEEKING ENJOYMENT IN PLAYING GAMES
MY BRUISES WILL REMAIN BUT IT HELPS ME
SHOWS ME WHAT TO APPRECIATE AND WHAT I TRULY NEED
AND IN YOUR EYES I SEE SINCERITY
I KNOW I’LL HAVE TO SHOW MY AUTHENTICITY CAUSE I’D BE A FOOL TO TELL YOU TO JUST BELIEVE

Honest Abe:


Telling myself circumstances forcing me to move on and live isn't a guarantee
That I'll still be my same...still be my sane...with you...
Some may say I come with a WARNING LABEL...for many different reasons.
question is, can you handle my prescribed presence being good for you...even though obstacles of fate
w/o faith beyond our control believe I'm not what the Dr. ordered to keep you smiling..?
See though, What appears before thee,
is someone who doesn't enjoy spending another 4 seasons of loneliness in solitude bliss.
but someone does plan to spend the next 40 seasons + with an Empress for this Emperor.

VERBAL:

AND EMPRESS IS MY DIVINE ATTRIBUTE
I KNOW MY INTELLIGENCE ISN'T SEEN CAUSE WHEN DUDES LOOK AT ME THEY THINK “YEAH, SHE CUTE”
BUT I’M MUCH DEEPER THAN THE VISUAL PERCEPTION
AND I’M READY TO GIVE YOU ALL OF ME WITH NO INTERCEPTION…



Copyright 2011

Untitled love from the heart

There still is nothing like her Flo'essence....

That with no filter tells me when I'm on some Bull...

when I can't see it;

She sweats hot spring precipitation from her skin...

Launches lethal loogies of verbal affection..

And I catch infections of love making me

Gladly bedridden with a severe case of Happiness in my heart,

yet my mind...

Her loving comfort thoughts is this souls Sick bay. 

Together, we are the D & A brought in unison by God.

My God this woman...

Poetically inclined aura so potent should be illegal in 48 states...and a few countries. :-)

Re-sparks the fuel we need to continue Burning bright...

You don't know the sacredness of a real woman

Unless she has the power

to put ya Tri-fecta In its proper alignment!

I'm fine with this brown skin PISCES being of nature

Having a hold on me.

And I'm a Scorpio. 

So know our waters will never run dry.

As long as the universe supply's the endless...

Chakra wisdom desires to grow to absolution In the promise land we make.

Cause its all bout give and take.

Reciprocity begets reciprocity 

Through an Odyssey of honesty vernacular;

We are not broken on purpose.

But we are broke in on purpose.

See true lovers and friends know

how to dig beneath the surface of nervousness...

The shovel she wields on me...

Makes undertakers envy

I'm telling you...

Damn brick, wood, or steel houses 

With this woman,

I'm building something...

titanium....

-Honest Abe © 2013