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Poem – What Good

In Poems, The Grinder on January 13, 2013 at 11:09 pm

What good is a man who cannot serve and protect his family?

What good is a law of which exemption can be bought?

What good is a man who has no kind of power over any woman?

What good is a law that punishes your justice?
Theres only one thing I can do to get revenge but I’ll be the one behind bars instead of them…
What good is a man who cannot fight for his right?

What good is a law that stands against democracy?

What good is a man that cannot avenge the rape of his child?

What good is a law that forces crimes to go unpunished?
Theres only one thing I can do to get revenge but I’ll be the one behind bars instead of them…

PDBLACKNOIR 2012

Poem: Look Down On Me

In The Grinder on December 15, 2012 at 3:20 am

Look down on me cos my clothes are creased
and cos my hair is natural and growing free
Look down on me cos i roam the streets during work hours in the day
Look down on me cos I am always honest with myself

Even when you’re lost and losing, I can show you what to do

Look down on me cos I know in which ways I must improve
cos I know of which ways im doing great
Look down on me cos my standards are sensible
Look down on me cos money is not everything

Look down on me cos I care about your feelings
cos I have an ass that just sticks out
Look down on me cos I know exactly what I need and what i want

And the difference in between
Look down on me cos I must refuse to be fooled

Even when you’re lost and losing, I can show you what to do

Look down on me cos I make the choice not to conform
cos I eat when and what I want to
Look down on me cos I have no time for hatred
Look down on me cos Im difficult to understand yet speak clearer

Look down on me cos I hate how I make you scared
because you do exactly what you’re told
Look down on me cos I smile, always, and for no simple reason
Look down on me cos I am led by compassion

Even when you’re lost and losing, I can show you what to do…

Nugget

In Movies, The Grinder, Uncategorized on August 5, 2012 at 9:31 am

Last night I ejaculated on the head of an old arab man, his turban wobbled as he taunted me. The female was young and slim with a small but softly angled frame, she said she was eighteen, with a novel groove of inexperience and enthusiasm that, if focused on, would cause even the coldest of men to climax within minutes of entry, i suspected she was younger but preferred not to know, the bearded arab man was intended as just another forceful distraction from my orgasmic climax, his image followed my grandmother’s hairless neighbour and was no worse than any of the alternatives.

The motion she made during our intercourse was almost as if she was in pain on the bounce and every time she returned to it she shook with shock, jerking her hips to increase the impact of our bodies. As we fucked she whispered with heavy, warm breaths. “Good!……Well done……I want it…….I can feel your heartbeat” she told me. Completely wonderful…. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was all a dream.

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