INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

We both too old to be playing games, Like being in the club giving fake names, With the fake lames, and the boogie dames. Can we stop playing? I mean I'm just saying. Are you feeling me, cause I'm feeling you? And I already know your feelings true. But you playing games, you acting up Stop playing like you don't give a f*ck. Like I'm not the one to pick your spirits up, Even the furthest away I'm the nearest one. Tell me if I'm the dearest one, That you think about, when nobodies up. I'll pick your body up, and put your body down, This is serious girl, don't play around. This is Boyz to Men, this is Jodeci, This is Dru Hill, this is H - Town So don't let the water run dry, Under these April showers, Come and talk to me, We could talk for hours. About real love, Let's talk about real love, I mean it could be real love, If you ready to deal love. Cause you know how I feel love, But you know I can't steal love. You g...

I'm a big hopeless romantic, and for us, the "how we met" story is important. It should be magical in it's moment, and memorable to the masses. For me, the "how we met" story is so important, that at times I may discount a girl I like just because I don't believe how we met was magical enough. I mean it's a story you are going to be telling family and friends for years to come, and always seems like the best relationships start with a great start. Say you are in line at the coffee shop your name is Alex, but so is this really pretty girl, who you bump into when they call out the order for Alex, so you both reach for the cup at the same time and touch hands. MAGIC. Or you are about to get in line at the grocery store when this guy cuts you off, so you start arguing with him, and somehow by the time it's all over, you have a date planned. MAGIC. I guess that's why I am not the biggest fan of internet dating. There is no spark to that, no mag...

I can't date, no I just can't date, Because I've been in love before, so I can't wait. Because I know the feeling that I get, That tingling in my chest, The thumping of my heart, the hiccup of my breath. And that's how I should feel when I see her for the first time, Otherwise we playing games, this is just rehearse time. Stuck at dinner conversations feeling like rehearsed lines, Wishing I could reverse time, girl this is theworst time. That's why I believe in love at the first sight, Waiting at the airport trying to make my first flight. Standing at security, caught her looking curiously, The prettiest young lady, smile made of purity. Just hoping that she would be heading towards the same gate, Had to be destiny for us to book a flight on the same date, Trying to justify, the twinkle in her pretty eyes, She caught me looking once, twice, okay maybe three times. Knee high boots, tight jeans, and a pea coat, Looking hot as hell when it'...

Who you with? Who you been given your precious love? I hope you not with him just to pass the time like just because... Because I miss you but you know that I can't say it right...? And you just as stubborn so I know you gonna put up a fight. But I'm on your page looking at your pictures liking every post, And I know you see me watching you but you already made yo choice.. So I had no choice, had to step away and try to respect your space, But don't think for a second that I've forgotten about the beauty of your face, Because I wish that I could see you, and I wish that I could call, But my pride won't let me do it, no I'll never take that fall. Either you gonna reach out to me, or we just never gonna speak at all. I know you'll be good through the summer, but like temperatures you bound to fall. So, who you with? Who been given your precious time? I know he loves your body, but does he even appreciate your mind? Or recognize your grind, doe...

I got this girl pregnant once...yeah hell of a way to start a blog I know, but sh*t I'm just thinking out loud here. I was young, like a sophomore in college at home for spring break. The fact that I got a girl pregnant isn't what's important and or spectacular about this story. What is, is that she never told me. Not until about five years later when we happened to get together and hang out. No she didn't take me on Maury or anything, she didn't pop up at my door step with some child I had never seen before and tell me I was a father. Instead she told me that she didn't keep it. First reaction was how do I know if she's lying?...but I thought about that night....she wasn't. Besides, who makes up that kind of lie? Second reaction was why? She stated how I was in college and she didn't want to ruin my life. How she knew it was just a fling and even though we were serious in high school, she knew we had a lot of life to live and growing up to do. ...

It was summer, the sun was hanging in the sky just as lazily as I was as on the ground as we walked down the strip at Venice Beach, shades on our eyes, smiles on our face. There's a particular wonder about Venice Beach, a kaleidoscope of walks of life all meshed together, harmoniously getting along. Perhaps it's the sunshine that makes this place so peaceful, or maybe it's the frequent marijuana shops posted along the boardwalk, who knows? But the calm of the afternoon was idyllic for a Saturday. We walked into our favorite watering hole with handshakes and "hey how are you" floating through the air over the noise of the crowd and music humming from the jukebox. The ice cold beer received a chilling welcome on such a hot day, the first one disappearing all too quickly. I can't be sure if I was simply thirsty or excited to get drunk and see where the booze would take me. About a half hour later and another beer down I stepped outside to have a cigarette. ...