Erase By Reginald Mask II

I wish I could go back and undo the love we have. The late nights we just talked and the way I made you laugh. I wish I could undo the days I held you in my arms. I wish I never tried to be your jacket in the cold, I wish I never tried to keep you warm. I wish I could undo every high school dance we went to and, I wish I would’ve listened when everybody called me a damn fool. I wish I could go back and turn every smile into a frown. I wish the rain would have lasted a little bit longer so we wouldn’t be smiling now. I love you I do, until the sky is no longer blue. But these smiles are plastic and I can no longer be a Ken to you. So if I paint our world grey it might make it a little bit easier for me to walk away. If I erase the day I made you my lady, I could possibly move on without having you hate me.

 I can never be your night and shining armor and I can no longer pretend to be. Dry your tears and just listen to me. You gave me your heart in a red bow, and I put in my back pocket and kinda just sat on it. But the beat is giving my ass a beating for treating you dirty, and the gentleman inside of me just won’t stand for it. So I’d rather take away every good memory you have of me, so that you see me for the sinister dude that I am and not the carmel cover that ratifies me. I know it’s a classic, but baby it’s not you it’s me. I got a lot of growing up to do, and if I continue leading you I’m a steer you blind. And if you gone  loose sight anyway, take every positive thought out your mind. So maybe it would be a little eaiser for us to let go. Because if we don’t get rid of these feelings that we have for one another, then the tears are going to start to flow. And honestly we need to walk away, I love you so much I’m willing to forget you, because it’s the only thing I know.

Love's Deceit By Reginald Mask II

For 18 years I have been mislead.

Going to church praying to God

Not just reading BUT believing what my Bible said.

Time passed and the seasons changed.

But the words in that holy book always remained the same.

See this book describes a creature,

And from my understanding, it seems to be a man.

An evil, powerful creature damned to hell

Because in heaven he could not stand.

See that was a lie

And so is everything you believe.

Like every goal you set,

You shall achieve.

See this creature visited me last night

It came to me in a dream

And before I knew it , it just SEEMED

Like is was a reality but

I  knew this could not be.

See last night that creature was not a HE but

It was a SHE.

And (breath like noise “wa-oooo”) she was everything to me.

See she had rich brown skin,

Deep like the Nile

And if looks could kill

She MURDERED me with her smile.

She spoke so soft and smooth

There was no way you could resist

This supernatural being has a lock on my heart

This was only our first kiss

She whispered her poetry through my ear

I can’t even remember what she said (sad.)

She cursed my spirit

With this Southern Louisiana accent she had

Eyes like Medusa

Those pretty browns had me gone

One glance into her soul

Left my manhood on stone.

As beautiful as she was

Something about her just wasn’t right

When she touched me I couldn’t fight

I’m not the type

How can I player fall in love in just one night.

I can’t even remember her name

All I have is that feeling that I felt.

That brown skin massaged my scroutm

And I could do was melt

All over myself.

Its rather weird

 she gripped my heart in one conversation

She took what she wanted she wanted from

Her only desire was a climax she longed for vaginal sensation.

Raised a Christian man

I knew this was wrong

I kissed her pink split

Praying to God all along

She wrapped her legs around my neck.

My nostrils filled with her sweet aroma

I took her to a place of extascy

And she put my tongue in a comma.

She parted her caramel thighs

I licked the peach clean of

Her chocolate ice cream

She was DIARY queen

I was her Burger King.

She had it her way.

And was ready to Chris Brown

And I thought she was here to stay.

Her extravagant nails left deep bruises in my back

I left my pride in those sheets

She might as well had took my stick and my sack.

Selfish she was,

She didn’t even return the favor.

I swallowed her juices

But my unborns she could not savor.

But that wasn’t even the issue

See I didn’t even want a nut

I pleased her

And physically that was enough.

I wanted to love her,

To cherish her forever

But when I was awake I felt like a fool

She’d only love me when pigs fly.

And that would be Never.

This holy gift of sin

Had been touched by many men.

I thought she was authentic

She had me fooled so bad it was pathetic

Here I am thinking this creature was real

And she was obviously synthetic

See she was the kappa groupie

The Omega’s late night hype

She wasn’t selective at all

Anything that swings was her type.

I had mistaken this demon for an angel

When she was just the campus hoe

The girl from the café earlier

The one in the C-store.

A demon she is

It was murder she wrote

Although it seemed to be just about sex

She wasn’t even on that note.

The trick of the game was just like driving

You had to pay the toll.

And to have this woman’s love

You had to sell Satan your soul.

Mysterious Girl By Reginald Mask II

The fact that you don’t want to sleep with me turns me on. And the fact that you refuse to argue sets the tone of this relationship.

 Mysterious girl, the fact that I had my pants hanging down to the grown and you asked me to pick them up, and the fact that you responded your tuition when I asked you what was up… drives me to be a better man.

Mysterious girl, you were not born, but you were created a complete original no barcode you cannot be multiplied or divided by the negative reciprocal.

Mysterious girl, when I flaunt my dollars I doesn’t faze you, you looked at me and said “Boy get your money, but don’t let it make you.”

Mysterious girl, the fact that I am only a luxury and not a necessity to you, adds so much complexity to you. The fact that you keep snacks and food around because by looking at my belly you could tell eating is something that I like to do. 

Mysterious girl, you are the complete set batteries and all. The fact that you come fully equipped with everything I desire is the reason I’d never creep at all.

Mysterious girl, the fact that you are secure with what you have makes my heart skip a beat. The fact that you’re never concerned with what I’m doing with other women in the streets gives me every reason to lay my head next to you in these sheets.

Mysterious girl, I love how when that girl walked up to you and said she was sleeping with your man you said “Thanks for babysitting his penis while I was at work, we might call you again”.

 Mysterious girl, the fact that you never ask to watch a movie when you know you wanted sex is the main reason your body maintains my total interest.

 Mysterious girl, you always say exactly what you mean.  When I told you I was only interested sex, you didn’t care about losing me, because you said you was only interested in a ring. Confident in sticking to your values, never letting any man place a for sale sign on you.

Mysterious girl, the fact that your friends encouraged you to leave and you stayed shows that you’re committed to your vows so I never have to feel betrayed. 

Mysterious girl, you are a rare breed, never a bitch…. I’m the dog in heat and you still have faith in me. Mysterious girl I don’t even think you’ve been created yet.  

Race By Reginald Mask II

I’m running laps around this track, trying to trim the fat, but the devil keep chasing me. It’s like I’m running away from everything I ever did wrong trying to find God, but the devil keeps racing me.

Lap 1

 Tears flowing, I can’t tell if I’m coming or going. Shoelaces undone, I trip and land right on my face. And I lay there left to eat the dirt that I made, sour faced because I don’t like the taste. A simple white lie, turned in to a black out. Now I’m feeling worse than fresh meat in jail with his back out. I lied. I tried to be real, but if I had told you the deal from day one, you would have left. Had I told you I was only looking for sex and I was still interested in playing games, you would have treated me like the rest. I understand a lie wasn’t the right approach but now that I’m tired of shooting baskets, and ready to be the coach, you treat me like a regular dude. Like I was never here for you. I guess I’m paying for my mistakes, my sweet tooth got me in trouble, I admit I had a couple chocolate shakes, but everything that’s good to you… Ain’t good for you.  I’m sorry I lied, but the truth is… you are wifey, but I would rather keep you on lay-away because I’m young and settling down is not in style. Right now I’d rather run wild with a couple different chicks at night and have you at home waiting to be there right by my side. I’m sorry I lied.

I’m running laps around this track, trying to trim the fat, but the devil keep chasing me. It’s like I’m running away from everything I ever did wrong trying to find God, but the devil keep racing me.

Lap 2:

I pick my face up off the ground and try to move on with life, Trying to ignore the strife this world brings and live right. I continue jogging and try to gain speed, but something on my back won’t let me breathe. I pull out my asthma pump thinking it would leave, it seems so realistic, but it has to be a dream. Flat on my stomach now, arms stretched can’t move, it’s a constant struggle trying to win this race to God, when everything in America is designed for me to lose. I am guilty of lust. From the magazines, to the t.v. screen. Every where I turn my head there’s the drug beautiful women… And I’m a feine. Summer time, Houston weather, it’s hot outside and shorty’s fine. Short shorts, head wrap, nice titties in her spaghetti strap. God told me to look away, but I’m brick and it’s hard for me to stray from these cheeks. I can’t resist the way she licks that red popsicle to cool her down. I can tell she knows I’m looking by the way she twirls her tongue around the end. she starts off as just a friend, but by the end of this kinship we’re fucking, rubbing touching and sucking. Had her laying in my bed, with my bible on the nightstand. I know it was wrong, but she do it like Jada Fire and I’m her biggest fan. I am a man. And I am guilty of lust.

I’m running laps around this track, trying to trim the fat, but the devil keep chasing me. It’s like I’m running away from everything I ever did wrong trying to find God, but the devil keep racing me.

Lap 3:

Chest heavy out of breathe, gained speed from somewhere but it left me. Standing alone, circling this track. And suddenly I feel a shadow over my back, but no one is there. No one to share in the hurt that I endured, no one is around to care. No one to say this is how to be a man, no father around to be an example. Mother’s off on liquor so when she tries to walk I have to watch her trample. No one around me to say it’s okay for a man to cry, no one to teach me the importance to tell the truth, so I lie. And I question God why? If this is wrong than why would you create me this way. And if its all sin then why create me this way. And I cry.

I’m running laps around this track, trying to trim the fat, but the devil keep chasing me. It’s like I’m running away from everything I ever did wrong trying to find God, but the devil keep racing me.

Will I even make lap 4?

June 4

You  said that the path between the greeting and the freaking is vague in which most get lost. 

And that’s my fault I failed to sweep you off your feet when the last one got lost. But I was attached to another love in which I had to emancipate from. 

That was a lesson learned, now I can major in your aesthetics in which I never plan to graduate from.

It is my ultimate desire to acquire an associates in your smile and a bachelors of arts in your ambitions. 

It is my oblige to worship in your mirage and to be the captain of your vision. We can cruise through blues if you over look my flaws and accept my intentions. 

Understand that everything is not going to be blue skies in the sun, but I’m willing to sit through bull shit 101 if you’re willing to relax and have some fun. 

I am so attracted to your eyes they could never lie nor deny they way you feel when we touch.

I further more aspire to accumulate a masters in the depth of your mis-eduacation.

A PHD in the annual renewal of the registration to your heart. 

In my hands it will never expire even in the unlikely event that we part. But there is no way we can part if we avoid sexual desires to hinder the process of learning one another from the start. 

I long to obtain any more information about you. I’m fascinated by the nonchalant attitude that you carry. 

I swear I have never seen a woman in simple blue jeans resemble Hallie Berry. 

I am amazed by the way you wear your face. 

It happens to be most beautiful in the early morning, before the sun takes his place. 

And if I am forced to gradate for you, It would have to be in heaven where other angels could appreciate the beauty in the simple things you do. 

It has never been my desire to make a cameo in your life, it is my intent to solely brand three letters on your chest, and allow your heart to decipher the rest. 

So that one day, I will be promoted from the student to the professor, giving our offspring a lesson on how much of a blessing you are to me. 

On which flowers to pick you on a Sunday in May, while we grow old together and I’ll further watch you blossom. 

We all improve in time, and from the cocoon I dedicate my life to watching my butterfly grow. 

I want to cherish you old fashion, young people have a tendency of doing it in reverse, skipping right over the dating and start sexing one another first.

I am more than willing to wait for the rest of my life to make love to you, if it means that I have the pleasure of mixing my tooth brush with yours, and leaving my clothes in our drawers for an eternity. I only want to study in your love, a course I never plan to completely graduate from.