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Saturday, August 20, 2011

"Thirsty"..a collab..Epiphany Castro and Honest Abe

Thirsty..




You’d sell your soul for a dollar

Trade in your morals for a glass of Hennessey

And like Marvin it makes me wanna holler

Watchin you tap-dance for the masses…the industry



Somebody should have schooled you in class…

Excrement masquerading as art

May buy you a temporary pass

But shyt does not last forever, and your azz

Merely becomes fertilizer to feed

What grows organically-food for the real creative trees





Caught up, bought up, but not up… to par

It was all for naught and yes that naught is you

Unaccounted on the census as a bastard of Massa's with glee

Even so, your adoption is clear

Dignity should runneth over from the brew you been sippin from

But you piss golden showers like R. Kelly on underage futures I don't wanna fathom


Elevation got lost in a sea of on demand coonery

The buffoonery will eventually evaporate

But Like the the price of real estate, your lackluster lack of ideals

Shall become the foundation beneath the soles of integrity

Stuck like gum to the heels-

Plummeting with every single breath you take

And every poor choice you make. Cause the choice was yours

An imposter you became…a muthafuckin fake


So Dance nigga dance…prance nigga prance

And don’t forget your pearls and blackface-

As you set back the entire race

500 years….plus

In exchange for a pocketful of small silver lined with puss

And a handful of tainted gold…

So thirsty… so very thirsty you are

But I ask you..What will make you whole?


I know your sac is somewhere dripping the manhood you left behind once

the auction block you had a helping hand to step on

looked too enticing to refuse;

A Fuse you lit with every Savion gloved move you took

Feel that burn in your throat...? Sure you do.

And love it!

Chug down the welcomed pain when thirsty enough...those

Kamikaze karma bullets you shoot from ya tongue and ya gun

are good for your "Rep" ain't they...?


There is a Johnson Chugging reality check birthed by you

That you need to come to terms with,

Just like your dick,

You stick your pride in the wrong hole

Be ready to come back with S.T.D.’s to add to those “D’s” you rolling on.

Congratulations Thirsty Sambo.

The hood continues to die slow from your bad drinking habits.



Epiphany Castro

Honest Abe

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Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Unlocked Thoughts of Random Nature

I wonder....
how can he make parapeligic promises...?
Bet his future on guarantees with checks full of emotions his ass can't cash.
No matter how much finances come to him,
still ends up monetary and morally bankrupt.
tells himself he can and will do better.
Knowing deep down its a lie not willing to admit to.

Its no wonder how many friends he makes,
is still emotionally and spiritually lost and alone.
has a tollerable relationship with family,
And can't keep a stable relationship with a girl.
Doesn't understand how he can feel so cold with warmth for loved ones lies in heart,
parts of his puzzle no piece full of words has help piece together the peace disired for the longest.
can't stop targeting his sanity with rusty razor blades and harpoon arrows self inflicted wounds to Psyche.

Sadomasachist consumed with killing his character by 2nd nature to see results come to assess his life better.
5X felon of broken hearts and bodies to come.
Has yet to be sentenced due to the fact the scent of burn notice flames have to die out b4 anything can stick.
his own happiness has a restraining order against him now.
So the torment thats been lurking again can shine proudly from the domino effect;
"BEAT IT!!! LIKE A DOMESTIC VIOLENCE VICTIM WHO HAD IT COMING...IN THE ABUSER'S EYES!!!"
A voice tells him...

Knowing that figuring out instead of fingering out the underlining Johnson-chugging whore of a problem
that loves this attention to total collapse of his humanity,
Just waiting for when the auction block is removed from under feet so the two lynching nooses can tighten easier.
Don't cry for his welcomed pain and suffering brought all on by no one but his own doing.
his circumstances are funny as fuck in and sadder than shit all at the same time.
Talks to himself loud when alone to make sense of things. But don't we all at some point...?

"YOU LIKE EVERY OTHER DISPOSABLE MANKIND ATOM LIVING IS ON BORROWED TIME!
AND YOU ON THIS KIND OF SELF DESTRUCTION TIP...YOU SORRY SON OF A BITCH!!
HOW DARE YOU WASTE BOTH OF OUR LIMITED TIME HERE BY ALLOWING YOURSELF THIS MUCH SLACK TO FAIL AT EVERYTHING?!!"
Dropping out his first collegiate year in the school of hardknocks,
and he barely made it through the 2nd year.
Why can't he figure out the formula in the current purgatory state of his existence...?
So scared to succeed, yet amazingly not afraid to fail...

Screaming at the top of his lungs while looking at the self birthed beast of sorrows and confusion in the mirror
everyone has noticed all this time but him;
"WAKE THE HELL UP!!! THE REASON YOU FEEL LIKE EVERYBODY IS PASSING YOU BY ON AND IN SO MANY ASPECTS AND WAYS...
...IS BECAUSE THEY ARE FOOL!!
YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO AND HOW TO DIG OUT OF THIS DITCH YOUR END WILL BE ENGRAVED ACROSS UNLESS SOMETHING IS DONE."
pondering the chimes of dead relatives and ancestors ringing annoyingly
in the dessert dry congo consciousness,
blowing into his eyes...



{Sadey, cousin Stanley, grandma Johanna....Jack Johnson, Joe Louis...the list goes on}


The next mode of action feels so clear, though so thunder storm cloudy, harder than hard-on brick thick uncertainty.
Guess the road starts here.


-“Honest Abe” Abraham Benjamin [© 2011]

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Untitled New Erotica




Can you...can you pass me your pussy cup,
so I can sip the Sugar Honey Ice Tea from your clitoris...?
I'm seeing the potential in the aura of your scent
When your soul smiles at me;

Fuck cupid and his arrows.
His shots are no good
in making our bond stick-y...
you need a mental fucking from me
Busting nuts in your 3rd eye
from this slick dic-ture.

I know you want my finger in your ass.
That'l make your moans in my ear greater.
Its ok to cum a lil in your panties now.
Just know, like Jesus,
the 2nd cuming will be a blessing later.

Blasphemus tongue I posses.
You have to admit, sin tastes diabetes sweet
when a dose of you is ingested;
please Goddess, malest me with your eyes.
Rodeo my dick to death with mama africa jymbay thighs

Your oasis of life,
makes this tree grow like no other;
so my babies feel destined to swim...
in your still waters...

Allow this motion in your ocean to continue getting you sprung.
lets go tit for tat with these lubricated emotions in the air.
stroke my soul beneath my waist til its lotion of love moisterizes
the prize you seek in hand.
My mission isn't complete though.

See, I know your far from a virgin,
but I can tell that blackberry cherry needs its essence released again
like the first time.
the way it still grins temptation towards me.
Your eyes and fingers give me direction
Oh damn this erection of solace growing again
almost the 2nd time for you to say hello to my lil friend.

Lay there while we help release the liquid frustration of your day
ease the tension in your spine reclining from the excercise of switched positions
As Objective after objective reach one after another:



-keep you aroused {Check}
-make sure you stay wet {Check}
-While I'm conducting this symphony of passion on ya body from the waist down,
working my way up...you continue providing background vocals {Check}

-Don't stop making magic happen in this room with you till your cup runneth over so many times,
damn a towel; We gone need a mop on stand by...almost there



The pulsation pattern I can hear from your hole's foundation of sticky bounties gives me a sign
that your ready...to..drown me with your sorrows all over ONE...MORE...TIME!!!! *breathes heavy*






-“Honest Abe” Abraham Benjamin [© 2011]