Jess Murphy

What’s that shit you say
Da fuck she doing with me?
Ha let me explain…
She’s the Patti to my Doug,
Funny…
You look like a pissed off stud she once dated
Yeah I’m tipsy
But you’re faded
A picture with no focus
You’re degraded
Fuck these lines
You’re not worthy
Of the breath it takes
To insult the steps you were taking
Stepping
To the beat of drums that were rhythmically challenged
Getting wifey wasn’t a challenge
I do this in my sleep
You’re the coward
I never took your girl
Because you never had her
She was always mine
You just warmed the spot for me to devour
Now sshhhhh chill out
She’s above you
So I got it
Don’t worry about her future
I got her floating so we’re grounded
Now sit that ass down
And watch as I drown it

People only like my words if they are about sex
Kind of like these women that only like my mouth when it’s giving them oral satisfaction
Not to say I’m being used for my body
It’s just that they enjoy my brain more than my head
Is it bullshit to think that people could drink up your insides
I mean before filtering your spout
This shit is ridiculous
I’m a person not an emotionless sex cell
I think with my heart
Not my alternative start
My ignition
And partake in the fruits that I give freely
Like the words you ignore because they don’t scratch that feeling
You know the one you get as your ass is to the ceiling
I will write stories with my tongue
So long as you don’t skip to the beat of your lower drum
Just treat my mind as if it and my heart are one
And I’ll continue to satisfy your yearnings
At least until the novel is done

Scarred

You know what’s messed up about a scar
You can wash it
Scrub it
Scratch it
And rub it
And it still won’t go away
It is a permanent representation of what has been done
The ending of a story you sometimes wish hadn’t begun
Possibly an evidence of regret
The one thing that says a battle happened here
But the good thing about a scar
Is that it is only a mark
One spot is damaged
As opposed to death that swallows you whole
No you can’t remove it
But you can take care of it
At least until it weakens
It’ll never go away
But the brightness can be dulled
The aching can be comforted
It will never fully disappear
But it’ll get lighter throughout the years

I’m dope because I’m an artist
Not a feen
Unless you count my addiction to words
Phrases
Phases of my lyrical dreams
Clouds from myself
Of my belt
Buckled down I’m floating
Letters clogging my brain
I’m screaming
Not insane
Just to maintain
A fluent stream
The relief of release
Speaking my thoughts
As my mind churns
It turns
It excels with imagined reality
My own universe
A place where words are 3D

Natural Beauty

My hair is nappy as shit
It never falls
More like tumbles
To it’s dreadlocked state
This is bullshit
Never flowing
Just growing
To a matted up state
How the fuck I end up with this shit
Other girls got that slick shit
Just brush your fingers
And through
Never tangling
No subtle mangling
No new growth like glue
Then again the point of origination
Was lesser than static drew
A picture
Of fiction truths
Now I see the picture
My reflection
A natural brew

Excuse You

You must have me fucked up
I’m from a land where we don’t carpet munch
Or mow the lawn
Or any other derogatory means of describing
The task that I love
But we cradle each others breasts
In a way that caresses our insides
I don’t just lick you up and down
But I kiss every spot that makes you moan, scratch, and shout
This is not a nutting match
But a private game
That fuels my flame
The torch that burns bright as you
Make love to my heart throb
I still see confusion on the predator’s face
So I’ll make this clearer
You know, remove the daze
See you’re the lion
And us?
Oh we’re the prey
We avoid your advances
And retreat to our hideaway
And while we lay away
You lie away
Forgetting you’re something we can see through
I don’t care what you THINK you’re capable of doing
See because I have someone on my level
Capable of comprehending the language my body speaks
So keep your carnivorous hands off my lamb
She sinks into my bush
And as it ignites
You’ll need some shades
Because the flame burns too bright
Way too bright
To be seen by your naked eye

Mangled Visions

I’m lost
Not knowing if I was ever found
Trying to fight time
I’m moving with the winds
Gears jammed
Stuck in a grind
Focusing on my blurred vision
I can’t find my exit
Red signs blocking the door
Escaping from maze to maze
I can’t seem to find myself
Staring in the mirror
I see the ink blot I’ve become
Waiting to for the image to develop
I stand still
Moving only with paused time
I grasp gently to subtle memories
Causing my mask to lift
Only to reveal a face
Something I’ve never seen
Made clear only through the darkness
The blur
I observe myself again
I see the stranger

Sliding in

You trickle out

Rippling in

You ooze out

Gushing goodness

From your deepest peak

I penetrate your emotion

And listen to your heart seep

Fluctuating vibrations

I massage your ocean

Receiving all that you have to offer

This is my pleasure

Your treasure

The paradise I seek

And as you cum

I capture your release

My minds game

Glove on my body

So tight

Not even OJ can deny it

Transference of the transparent

I reach within you

Scratching your thoughts

Floating upstream

I rest in your playground

Enjoying a sip from your stream

I soften my breeze

Just enough to hear your body scream

My whole life I’ve been feeling like I’m running out of time.
Every day proceeding as it rewinds to the next
The slower I go the faster I come
Exiting out as I cross over to begin
My world dissolving while I firmly stood the winds
Taking a moment and finishing before the start