Abstract

To be ahead of the pack means to be alone,
for those who do not understand, will
eventually see, and for those who are
presented with sight may choose to ignore
the vision, there's those who choose to go
against the grain, while others choose the
misinformation that enters their brain, we can
not judge, you can not judge, I can not judge
, I can only watch and pray the best for that person
for the universe can be misleading, sending messages to
spread but has a plan of it own and changes direction, going
against its own plan...which in turn makes the messenger look
like a loud crazy...as a messenger arrogance can arise, knowing
information you shouldn't know can make one feel infinite,
you have to stay humble and find a way, a way of not being
a know it all...because we don't know all...we know alot
but we don't know all....even knowing the future of others,
we are not suppose to tell, we are suppose to guide, even
when others are upsetting you because you know
their end game, we have to let them fall
because that's their fate, their
journey, their path, we can not
intervene because are small actions
cause a loud bang in the universe
changing all the billions of others
lives because you want her for maybe 3 years
which is 3 seconds in other realms...you want
her for an average human relationship
life span, maybe 53 years, look how all the
threes align...

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I never will be free

The next poet I'm introducing gave me the first poem she ever wrote and the one that was posted below, titled Distance, was her most recent poem. I'm interested to see more work, hopefully she might share a little more; if not, these are the two you get world and enjoy them. Enjoy and thank you for stopping by "No Title" the random blog. One Love



I Never Will Be Free

Written by Ter.Ann.
The place I go to hide my tears, is never far away

   I keep them here inside of me, all neatly put away

When I look into his eyes, I wish the love was there

   But then I realize, down inside, he doesn't even care

The love I feel for him comes from deep inside of me

   But until I know he once loved me back, I never will be free


                                                       Ter.Ann.
                                                      (c) 1991
                                                   

Honors received by Terri Logue (Ter.Ann.):
International Society of Poets Poet of the year 2005
Who's who in Poetry 2005
Outstanding Achievement in Poetry 2005
International Society of Poets Associate Member 2005
International Society of Poets Best Poet of 2012
Published Author as of 2013
                                                           

Distance

Distance
Written by Ter.Ann.

 I close my eyes and feel your touch
   It effects my body so very much
I want you here to hold me tight
   And touch my body all through the night
I want to smell you as you press to me
   I want to feel, to touch, to see
I want to taste your kiss on my lips
   I want to feel your hands on my hips
I want to feel you tug at my hair
   And that I can't seems so unfair
I hear your voice in my ear
   It hurts my soul that you're not here
I see your pictures all day on line
   And I wish you could simply be mine

                                       Ter.Ann.
                                       (c) 2015

Sunsets

When the day ends
its starting some where
else, but the night begins
with the same date and the
new day is dark...without
sunsets, we could never
see a new day, we could never
have a moment for our minds to
shift for the sun  would be forever
blazing and our problems would seem
jading...for days that are amazing, susnets
seem to mock because we want to stop
the clock, but how selfish of us, to not think
of others who want their time in the sun...
so may the sunset so others can bask in the
rays, may the sunset so I can dream out my
reality, let the sunset so for nights
I'm restless, I know I'm awake in someones
dreams, may the sunset so at night I can be her
sun beams...

Moonlight Sunshine

Moonlight Sunshine

Written by LordPint

"The Moonlight & Sunshine of My Life..."

The night is dismal without your light, the day cloudy.

I walk seemingly alone but i know i have you by my side.

Looking down on me watching over me loving me keeping me safe.

I look up to you with respect and love.

Knowing that the pain I cause is the pain I cause myself keeping you at a distance but always making sure that you are close by.

You are my guiding light the light of my life.

My moonlight and my sunshine!

Healing moon playful sun.

Always to be in my life!

Equally giving equally together equally one anothers!

The other side of Jealousy...

Jealousy

Written by Shy LaLa

Jealousy is wanting to cover her face in your pictures.

Jealousy is leaving my things around for her to find.

Jealousy is me wanting to tell her to back off,
Wanting her to catch us,
Wanting her to ask about the scratches.

Jealousy is wanting to fuel hers so I can put mine to rest.
I will not give you up so easily this time.
I've never been the jealous type before, but I have a feeling I'd be very good at it.

Jealousy is hoping my hair is all over your pillows.

Jealousy is hoping I left more there than I really did, and making a note to leave more next time.

Jealousy is writing this.

Love is never showing it to you.

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Virgo

If you want to delve into someone's mind, the next poet I'm introducing allows you to do that. He's very descriptive when he writes, basically painting a picture for you with words. Marques Holland and I use to hang back in the day and he's good people; we lost contact for a while but got back in contact through a group a friend of ours started on Facebook.When Marques post his poems, the comments below had women feeling HOT! If you don't believe me, I'll give you a little sample of his writing right now. If you want to see more of his work, you can check him out at, facebook.com/pverbalo. Thank you for stopping by "No Title" the random blog and enjoy. =)

Virgo

Astrological Pleasure:
Virgo
Written by Marques Holland aka biglee2421 aka Poeticmind

She was my Angie Stone putting kisses all over my body
It was a summer holiday and we was getting naughty.
We was on a 12 hour shift
Sexually moving swift
And her legs was on a lift.
She came in no panties
She knew that was my fancy
So I took advantage.
Put them legs in a lock so she was at a disadvantage
While my tongue twisted around her clit
And my lips kissed her lips.
Her legs was shaking
The bed was quaking
And she was hitting high notes.
Releasing vulgar quotes
While pushing me in deep
Making her pussy weep.
She was wet like the ocean
My boat was in motion
She was enjoying the ride.
Her ambitions moved to the side
The deeper I got inside
She was on a natural high
Pulling me along inside her thighs.
Not one session but three
Screaming she can't get enough of me.
I guess that's what time and distance make things be
Cause she stayed wet for me
Taking quick naps then climbing back on top of me.
Chills ran up our spine
Clock hit nine
Climaxes flooded our pleasure zones
As quickly as it begun it was done.

She went from can I taste it in the back seat
To jumping on it on Bakersfield sheets
To give me a five cause that was amazing.
She was, "what is it your doing to me"?
While my tongue and hands made her weak in the knees
Falling back on the bed
With her dress being pulled over her head
And her legs being spread.
Moaning to soft kisses on her inner thigh
Tongue flicking her clit had her hips raising high
Fingers pinching her nipple got her juices flowing
Climax was growing
Mind was blowing
My dick was waking
Her legs was shaking
Her climax erupted.
Her mind was corrupted
As her juices squirted out
And vulgar expressions blurted out.
First time squirting
And I was just tongue flirting
Dancing on her sweet spot
Making a mess in her spot
Then throwing her legs on my shoulders
Breaking through her walls with my thick boulder
Looking shock like I hadn't told her
I'm a beast.
She was pulling sheets
Biting pillows
And rolling her eyes.
Screaming out, "Right there,
Don't stop,
Fuck me,
Damn daddy"
While I was steady in my groove
Looking in the mirror as I moved.
We was on a high
We was smacking thighs
As the fire began to rise
And our Climaxes was evacuated
On her back I ejaculated
Her pussy was elated
From the way that we related
In each other arms we stay all night unseparated.

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1 outta 10...million

This next poet is someone I don't know well, but she's friends with a lot of my friends on Facebook so I already know she's cool people. I'll keep this short and introduce Shy LaLa. If you want to check out more of her writings, you can read more at https://www.facebook.com/Shyshdy/notes. A lot of good stuff there. Thank you for stopping by "No Title" the random blog and enjoy. =)


One outta 10...Million
 November 6, 2010 at 12:55am
written by Shy LaLa

 9 times outta 10,
You will never even know
You've fallen victim to my pen,
But don't worry,
Because there's nothing to fight about.
I've finally got far too much to write about.

As both the unrequieter and the unrequietee,
I can't help but love the cosmic irony.
You tell me that I know how you tick,
But day after day you continue to switch the channel.
It's nothing, and yet it's too much for me to handle.

I'm enjoying this expedition;
It forces me to explore my own unfamiliar territory;
And while I'm a sucker for a good explanation;
This exploitation of my desire makes for a sad story.

you want two of me when there's just the one.
I'm still having fun,
But you're right...caving now would be accepting scrap.
I've had enough of that;
Feasting on former lover's scrap for years because that's all they could provide.
It's enough to live, but not enough to thrive.

You remind me I'm alive.

You make me feel like I'm special even though we're not fucking.
That would be great if this situation wasn't
SUCKING ASS.
Please, pardon my crass.
I get the complication,
Again, I respect the trepidation,
But the depth that this has taken on....
How much longer will this be wrong?
When do you see this being well received?
I can't help but point out the need to be practical.
Their angry comments WILL BE factual.

If you want it, want it bad enough to fight,
Even if you have to choose between being accepted,
And being right.

I get how hard you're fighting and I'm flattered,
Please don't think your hard work doesn't matter;
But I'm wary of having my heart tossed by the wayside;
Get at me when you're ready to rock the star crossed and embrace your dark side.

Jealousy

Hello poetry lovers, or art lovers in general. For the month of April, I'm going to be trying something a little different. I'm going to post poems written by other artist for this month. If you're following, a regular visitor, or new to"No Title", you're going to be in for one wild ride this month. First person up to bat is someone I consider to be a really good friend. LP and I go back to the good days of smoking cigarettes at P.C.C. and ditching class to play bones or just to chill. I present to you Jealousy by LordPint. If you would like to check out more of her work, you can find her at http://lordpint.deviantart.com/gallery/ enjoy and have a nice day. 

Jealousy
Written by LordPint
Feb,18 2010 10:01 a.m.


I live in a world where things hurt...
Where you dont always get your way or what you want...
Where working for it, takes years not days or months...
Where Mommy & Daddy never bail you out or hand over large sums of cash...
Problems dont just disappear they only get worse...
Bills pile up...
Things get out of hand...
You try your best and fail...
You look forward to the little things cuz big things are just out of your grasp...
LIFE is not a game but a day to day battle field...

I want to be mad at you for what you have and what you'll get and the easy life you lead.
But I cant, thats not right of me.
Its not your fault everything has been handed to you and probably will be handed to you for the rest of your life.
Enjoy your platinum spoon and your golden life.

Just remember that if you ever wish upon a star for a different life, that Im wishing on that same star for yours!
And I wont be willing to give it back!

Q-Tip - Poetry (Feat. Erykah Badu and Roy Hargrove)

Welcome to Spring! The time of season those can fall in love or find love, the season of renew, so it can also be a time of break ups as well. Spring itself is a poetic season because its a transition season, the connection between death and birth, the old and young (winter representing the old). Many things can sprout in spring, a time when the energy runs ramped like a five year old on a playground, the energy  spreads all over and it transitions into adults as creativity, spontaneous decisions, contradiction, and change. Thank you for stopping by "No Title" the random blog. Enjoy. =) (Video found on You Tube)