Phone Check

Phone Check!

Phone Check 

Heart wreck. Quick recover. Freak undercover. Four-play. Argue ALL day. Emotional display. Clarity. He instills in me. #1 concern ME. He loves me. He loves me I think.. a lot. Yeah right. He loves me most. No question. ALL-in love. Close overdose. No I guess. No hesitance. No I suppose.

A complete YES.

He holds my heart next to his. In his chest. Heartbeat. Sound check. My safe place. My save face. He is home. Intertwined bodies through a wormhole. Connected souls. Through prison phone. Everything about everything. He knows. Ruler of right. Apology of wrong. Forgiving of ALL. My obsession. ALL or nothing. He adores me. He glorifies me. Our love-story out does any movie I’ve ever seen. It’s so surreal. Outsiders think it’s make believe. He is the man. MINE. I’m not jealous I’m territorial with Mine. I am his lady. His partner. Significant other. His queen. His wife. His bitch. His baby. He knows my triggers and wholly accepts me as me. My off the chart level of bipolar crazy. He rubs my ass and spanks me. HARD. Over fifteen years he’s fluent in my DNA genetic matrix chart. He knows my favorite cock-tail. A splash of cream. I scream as he sedates me with his tongue. His voice. His words. His energy keeps me forever young. I age backwards. Zero to a Hundred in .2 seconds. He tranquilizes me in one sentence. Hypnotized. He always brings me back. That is a fact. Even if it causes him to almost break his back. His little monkey always attached. Needy. Greedy. He rarely complains. But, in an instant he will attack. He’s my everything. My crooked halo. My golden wings. No question we sold my platinum flawless wedding ring. Attorney fees. Do what we must. It’s ALL or nothing. It’s ALL about us. He calls the shots. Star player. I fully trust. I lust in love. Compulsive crush. Mad and deep. I kick and buck only when my gut flames up. Fire. Passion. I stand my ground. He respects my being. His perfect queen. He straightens my crown. He stands down. His crown jewel. He always listens. My greatest gift. My biggest wish. My absolute. I salute. HIM. I belong to him. I am his. 34.Qh8#. (NO) Stalemate. WIN-WIN. Dynasty.

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Intent

Tears held in eyes.. Emotions on the rise. I continue moving. Forward. I use forward as my guide. My intuition on watch.. My third eye. Hides in the bluff.. Locked on your position. Downloading.. Your true intention. For you refuse to spit it out.. I’m not trippin, scream it, shout it! Blow out your lungs.. Just get it out. Getter done!
I come from truth. I need to know where your coming from? No judgment. Just love to be spent. On you. Valuable U.
Intentions mustn’t always be bad. Sometimes there’s a hidden goodness.. As soon as you.. Chip through the dust and crust. I say.. Your staring at a diamond in the rough.. Just a dash of polish.. Luxurious luster in clarity.. Get your mind outta there.. I’m already married..

Is it our limited time?

For some reason… I’m making it very hard for you to love me. What all am I doing so wrong? Shall we make a list of all the wrongs you see in me? What keeps you from connecting your eyes with mine? Is it our limited time? I know I’m all over the place. Shaking our foundation like an unexpected sink hole in our soul. I’m so sorry to bring you added pressures. Added pains. It’s never intentional.  My love levels never questionable. I lost myself in you. Beautiful beautifully you. Faded in your eyes? Just wanna be your girl.. and you my guy. What happened to us? Are we going to make it through? The constant bantering left me all bruised. So long life’s been on cruise – control so hard to let go. Holding on to every memory, last word in sync syllable for syllable. Come back to me. There’s enough in me to fight for you. If you need to lay it all out for me I’ll listen again. I’m strung out on love and your coldness has stung me intravenously in my soul. Grab the jumper cables. Enlighten me. Energize me. Don’t let me go. It’s a really bumpy part in our ever-changing windy winding road. We have been on this journey with one another constantly doubting and questioning each other. Please stop asking me for my plan. Make one with me. I’m not letting go. You belong to me. Your not going anywhere. Your stuck you see. Surrender completely to me and just… love… me. Unconditionally today and always…

Blessing in disguise

Jail-Cops-DUI-No goodbye… Understand??? How could I? Corrupt rookie cops, in search of overtime. Haters will be haters. A badge their right to passage? Seals their savage fate. Fighting for a cause founded on ignorance and hate. Okay. This is about to get good. Better than Waiting at the gate.!. Pour a drink. Smoke some smoke. Enjoy the free entertainment of our night of hell and terror in the hands of the LAPD. This is better than reality TV! Hearing it straight from my mouth. No producers editing my words out. Truly enforcing my first amendment freedom of speech. You’ll hear from both perspectives. Me as He & Me as Me. It’s been about a month or so…  This experience I like to refer to as another test.. has ever more awakened me. Crazily! By the very people tax dollars are taken from to protect me? You see… the only reason I am able to make light of this, Unbelievable LAPD wanna be gladiator intimidatory one-sided fighters.. is this misfortune was actually a miracle in our eyes a true blessing in quite the disguise! This meant to be occurrence just added years to both our lives. Thank you from the Masterminds wife.

(Me as He) In my heart I know.. another test to force her growth. I watch her heart-break as they take me away. I got a strong bitch so I know she will be okay. I’ll be back in a day which truly translates to roughly -28mths. off this current case. methodically planned out. Dotting all i’s & double-crossing my t’s. The life of a Mastermind.. My hold card held dear her words real. pure. This life has reinforced her. Thickened her skin. A muse of consciousness. Aware & alert. Decoding the signs, Understanding life’s actions accepting reactions, living in stereo with the divine. Balancing life.  A Masterminds wife. Yes, I have one bad bitch. She’s not offended by that. Keep listening to her and you will soon learn, if you don’t already. It’s nothing but respect=love.

Prize Fighter

My best friend. My confidant.  What am I going to do with out you? I know I keep asking. Dazed and confused. When I miss you already today.. Is this punishment for labels and greed? The only way God could consciously awaken me? A dagger in my heart. A red glimpse of caution. An earthquake inside devastates the even still innocent pure inner me my motherboard= operating software supported by you.. So, you see why I continue to ask.. what will I do.. Exposing all cards. every fear, every lie, every spy on their side. Flushed with shards of heart. A shattered soul no doubt. Beats remain. Complete madness. Sick normality  confirm insanity. Everything out of my control. Unraveling at the seams. This is more than a bad dream. Hold on tight to every single thread. Spending most of our departing hours in bed. Charging and recharging. Energy renewing life into a shell of a body on the verge of being pronounced “dead”. Heavy. Yes. For “all” involved. A catastrophe what will end in a Masterpiece. Trust in me is what I hear. From every angle. All my angels. Every new step in a direction.., I call change that instantly flips the feeling of fear into defiant pains. Will (← free) be back. Just you wait. These words are just your hors d’oeuvres for what’s in store. Consider yourself cordially invited. An open door.

This is my time to tighten my boots. lace yourself up and stay ready for this hand of your life. Straight.  Memoirs of a Masterminds Hold Card.

I’m letting it out some days by whisper.. I’ll try not to shout. The goals to stay in control. Reacting only with kindness and truth. God is on our side. I feel him now. Yes! A Full House.

Stay continued.. to read and soon listen to real memoirs of a masterminds Hold Card. It has been hard. It will get harder. I refuse to throw in my hand. I will play these cards I’ve been dealt. Like Floyd says I’m a prize-fighter. I’m not fighting for no worthless belt. My words are heartfelt.

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Our problems are world problems.

Lazy egotistical Americans. Is that what the rest of the world thinks about us…? Sadly, Yes, I believe a lot do. Can you blame them? Do not be defensive just because you may have been born here in the states. Take offense because it is not who “you” are. Again, be the change you wish to see and have the delight in seeing the change. It starts with you. The rest of the world is not looking to fly these days their self… Confused? It is not okay. Nevertheless, I will make an exception you are here. Now, all I can hope for is that you hear.

Our problems are world problems. Not state problems, individual country problems. They are your problems. Do not think for a moment that little man in North Korea fires a missile and it is not going to effect you. Hope your still here. Hope you can call and make sure your parents and children are okay where ever they might be. I truly feel insulted, disrespected when I watch this thing called news. I feel myself overcome with laughter in briefly forgetting that this is real. Laughter then turns to rage. Wow, this is for real!

For an instance, I was waiting on Betty White and Tina Fey thinking this must be a new SNL episode. Seriously, I mean there showing million dollar posh bunkers! Are they for real? Okay. I get it! These are for the halves. Said best by: Curious George himself. America home of the Haves and Have Not’s. Boy, I tell you. You do not want to be a have not during the bunker crisis. Another visual. Posh bunker. How many humans do you think we could save in bunk beds utilizing and maximizing all the space possible? Now the real visual. They do not want you. Names will be on a list and most of you will not be on it. Most of you are still trying to figure out how to stay in your current above ground home and so sadly, many of us are on the verge of losing everything. Screw one paycheck away! I am talking about dinner on the table tonight. Where is tonight going to come from…? If you are confused. You have never been hungry. Not you. Not a have. I can promise you that!

Best said by: Teresa, New Jersey housewives. Recession? What does that mean? How many humans could fit in her home? So, many homes just like that. Quantity over quality for human life. That is why every 5 seconds a human dies over hunger. Starving to death. Quantity over quality people. Do not get me wrong I am not outing Teresa per se. Just giving you a visual. We all answer for ourselves. Because, the only thing us humans do know is we all have a date. None of us last forever and one day we will all die. Do not hope you do not go in vain. KNOW. Brighten your light. It is time.

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Massive Oil Nightmare

 According to rear adm. mary landrey us coast guard. Crude oil in no way has made it’s way to Florida’s key west. Even though crude oil lumps continues to show up on land. But, in no way possible was that particular oil from the catastrophic bp spill? Is’nt spill a slight understatement? Personally, I think it’s insulting! Wildlife dying.. Business’s failing, And that’s just the beginning. Keep reading. 

My question to you., Humans I share my world with. Earth to all of you?!? Wake the hell up. Do you trust what you are watching and being told to be true? Do you believe this coast guard lady has any iota as to what she’s talking about? Reporting to you? I again am infuriated by all of this ignorance. Guessing games, tinkering with God’s work. Truly unbelievable. Destroying our entire world. The smartest brains here on earth can’t figure out how our heart begins to beat or how to fix this massive oil nightmare. We could go deeper.. Shall we chat about the brainiacs that came up with setting the oil on fire? Of course not. We don’t want to continue bringing attention to our rapidly depleting ozone layer because to so many humans global warming is still fiction in your small bubbles. Update your software folks. Your still operating on a commodore PC with dial-up. Time to step it up. You’re at the right place. I will lace you up so tight. You will need to grab your inhaler. Soon realizing.. You are alive and breathing. Toughen up. Don’t email me with any whining. It’s not becoming of you. Need some Splenda? I don’t sugar coat. Not ever. There’s no time. Time is of the essence. So, this is about as sweet as it’s gonna get. 

Stop. Close your eyes.. For a moment think about Walle the Disney film. Now, remember all those lazy humans/(sheeple) who were completely oblivious to anything other than their own minute bubble. Okay thank you. You got the visual. Now wake the fuck up! Or.. Not. Stop complaining. Your just making noise. Pretty soon I’m sure in the near future I’ll be able to sue you for that too.