The Waiting Game.

Does waiting really make us better people? ..

Is uncertainty a cause for wanting to wait?

While we await the New Year, let’s think of why we wait….
Is it for our own good or out of our own fear?

Yes. At times you will have to wait, but there is no doubt in that.

In moments that we feel we can’t wait and we do, we fuck ourselves over.

If you can not wait, don’t.

If you must wait, you will.

I think of the projects I released this year alone, and of the timing, process and result of each one.

I’m content with each one although, in retrospect I could’ve done each better, but that’s life. Only after do you see what more could have been done..

See if I had waited to release my projects they would’ve consumed my focus and hinde(red) my process. I would’ve been so persistent on “perfecting” the art, instead of the process.

To perfect the process you have to keep doing shit as you feel it. You learn so much of yourself every single trip to creation land.. Allowing you to progress and execute more efficiently each time.

Waiting is vital, but knowing when to execute regardless of time is key.

I don’t want to play with waiting when I don’t have to, and I won’t. I know myself enough to differentiate when I have to wait and when I’m being hesitant.

Keeping in mind, time waits for no man…

What are YOU waiting for?

If you’re waiting, are you still making the moves needed to occupy the wait time in the most progressive manner?

Just something to think about.

We’ll meet again next year

Be safe.

Shit real .

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12:24am — Mr. Big Man

Merry Christmas eve! My gift is a little early. As we await the eBook release, I decided to share one of the poetic tales.

MR. Big MAN.

“Oh Mr. Big man… Ohhh Mister Big,Man…

Where are you? ..”

she sings on the phone, she hears him moan,
‘baby, I’m here…’
“no, I don’t see you, I can’t feel you.. Are you real Mr. Big Man?”

She taunts him, His blood begins to rush… Now he’s on his way, she knows what to say, to lead him wherever she lays… so she waits, Mr. Big man busy, doing big man things… but he always finds his way to make his baby sing.. those tunes he loves so much.

Such seduction oozes from her pores to his, when they’re in tangled, handling their business.. Oh Mr. thick dick, how fulfilling is he to Ms. wet pussy.. it’s an even exchange, no need for change. Cash it in, stocks are high… Their portfolio is so exciting.. What an alignment, they play each other’s consignment, money just buys them time.. And they spend it on each other every time, cause truth be told.. they don’t really have the time.

Mr. Big man doing his thing, Ms. Wonder woman creating new things..

So in these moments, it’s just them.

Fuck where they at, Fuck their phones… Fuck everything that isn’t them. They have a contract to fulfill, no thought of ever breaking it, fuck a prenup, or a license.. Their love was timeless, it’s obvious.

Those moments apart, out of sight out of mind? HA! Out of sight, flooding the mind, tickling the spine.. Pushing your memory to the point it could cry, but they have to live their lives… Can’t be constantly intertwined, how else will their love age like wine? The time apart, makes the union much more rare.. makes their presence much more there.

They each feel closer, they’re almost there..

Almost to the point of a full union, they’re both roses from concrete, almost to full blooming..

It’s useless, to deny what is right in front of our eyes…

“Mr. Big Man, Mr. Big Man… Oh I how missed you”, she mutters as she kisses his skin, caressing his limbs, this was the life for him.

He knew no one else could understand him like she did, care for him as she did… push him to the deep end, only to take him higher than before..

He was her Big Man, the only man she ado(red). What a score, he certainly hit the jackpot! And brewing in it was her endless love and passion, she was everything he could ever want, no need to ask him.

He wants nothing else than to have her long term, til death do us part? No. He wanted her beyond that…

He wants her in spirit, so she never has to question if Mr. Big Man leaving.

He breathes for her, she can hear it..

“Oh Mr. Big Man, let me let you in on a secret. This is the realest, deepest love I’ve ever known.. from your breaths, to your moans.. to full ownership from a loan.. I’m yours, take my soul when your body ditches yours.. wherever, whenever.. I want to thrive in the pleasure, of having you next to me, in the afterlife…”, she kisses him with such intensity, he can feel her words still lingering with power from her lips…

He stares deep into her eyes,

“Listen to me, You’re forever with me deep on the inside, your love will keep my spirit forever alive”..

Let me know how you’re feeling that, and check out LustyinLavender.com for a copy. 🙂

Shit real.

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Hateful 8….

8 days left of the year……..
Are you ready for the grand finale?

Side note: watch hateful 8 again.

Shit real motherfuckers!

While the holidays creep up on us, and this NYC weather is scarily warning us for the winter ahead… I want to reflect, per usual.

2015 was such a great year for me for many reasons….

I went through serious life expanding motions.

I took more risks.

I met creative deadlines.

I learned so much.

I grew through mistakes.

Its funny to me how in the moment I’m absorbing more than I’m observing my own actions… I really move on my feelings but I don’t move emotionally. I’m very methodic. Its evident in retrospect and this year has highlighted the methods behind the madness.

I gotten deeper in my feelings… Which is awesome. So fucking great to be understanding of what it is I deeply feel and using that knowledge pai(red) with logic to progress my self development.

In the next 8 days I have two projects I’ll be releasing. I’m very anxious about that being that I am so excited to share these two completely different vibes.

12/24/15-12:24am

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An erotic poetry collection poems/ poetic short tales surrounding the depths of time.

12/31/15 – 24 for 24: Year of the Muse

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Short film highlighting my spoken word album about the muse behind it all. 

Check for those on LustyinLavender.com

I consider 2015 to be my freshman year… I am in school again, but this time around, I’m a student at Life university with my craft as my major and a minor in humanity.

That being said, this is the final.
8 days I’ll get the grade…

My sophomore will be vicious, my freshman certainly wasn’t friendly…

I’m focused mannnnn 🙂

Shit real.

The Olympics games are now: your progress is preserved or wrecked in a single moment.

There’s no reason to fear anything let alone failure, way I see it… You can always make it right by doing something better.

Don’t sweat small shit when you know you’re destined for greatness.

As long as you don’t stop.

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