Heavy's Workout (a freewrite)

As much as I don't want to need to hold your hand,

I'm right here.

I will be learning from you,

As much as I will not be teaching you.

Still, our common ground is what makes us opposites.

You read plays.

I write them.

Holy shit!

You're writing plays!

Awesome, dude!

I'm learning how to sight read.

I can write... yeah. I can write music.

I have the credentials to be a Mastering Engineer.

You can play QB, HB, WR, TE, RB, DE...

...and that's just football!

I was always told not to engage in too much physical activity.

I was a pretty boy.

My looks made me money.

As far as modeling.

I would excersize in my room.

Uncountable pushups and situps.

Whilst I listen to WWF songs, or BIg Pun or LL Cool J.

I would shadowbox.

Get my hands faster.

I would work on stamina.

Truth be told, if I had spent more time working on music than preparing for self-defense, I'd feel a lot better about these days.

These days, everyone is J Dilla.

These days, no one can jam.

Sonic is in our hearts.

SEGA is in our blood.

Reverence for them is nothing.

Tolerance, being a factor, is bewildering.

If you're learning from me, know this:

MAKE SURE you love someone if you have to let them go.

BigHeav!

Hopefully I'll get to see you one day.

"YOU'RE DISMISSED!!!"

-so mote it be

Not So Fast (a freewrite)

Cigars have stained my teeth.
Yet I am more comfortable smiling than before.
And feel wrong about it.
I feel sexy enough to shoot shots at the most glorious.
As I cock the pistol, the forewarned bears the arms of fore(-).

The glory of benevolent conceit.

What do you say to the black of soil?
What do you say to the white of follicle?

I signed a CosmicContract with you.

There are no breakups.
None that either of us will survive, at least.

And yet the inherited mortal need of confirmation puts you in position to dominate.

But I signed a CosmicContract with you.

The stars know.
Your star knows.
My star knows.

The stars know.

Im already sick ofwith withof love.
There is a more qualified and compatible man out there.
Factually.

I dwell in my pariah cocoon and create.
The asexual butterfly.

For so long it's been this way.

Neither of us were prepared for the Contract.
But we signed it.
We fucking signed it.

And remained professional.

Lest we be reminded what professionalism entails.

There are exes, crushes, flings, soulmates, dreamgirls, celebs and lust factors.
Pieces of my body, heart and soul can be found in each.

My mind troubled at the thought.

I am spoken for.

All I can do is create.

I signed a CosmicContract with you.
Upon arrival.
Before impact.
On contact.
No contact.

You will always be where I think you are.

-so mote it be

NatureBOY!

Games without frontiers,

War without fear.

-so mote it be

Boyz2Men

-so mote it be