don't know where this one is going

So it happened
It was a jump-off that shouldn’t have happened
Totally unplanned, it just happened
Unconscious of the repercussion
Lot of regrets yet it doesn’t define me
A man with no character I am not
It hurts to be depicted as such yet I accept it
So I leave the rest in your hands…
Si tu n'acceptes pas ça c'est que t'es qu une lâche
Tu me manques…

Je m'écris....Alors j'écris, je cris, j'écris

I am constantly feeling strapped down on this rollercoaster ride that never seems to end once in awhile it may slow down so much that I forget it’s still moving but soon enough it bring itself back to its full speed again and straps me in even tighter than before. Its acceleration increases as I navigate through the loops and swirls, it’s a constant change in direction and nothing stable I can find to hold onto. When I got on this ride I was happy, I wanted to explore and experience its newness, as time elapse I am eager to get deeper yet I am so afraid due to its state of mind. So I find myself riding unbalanced in this hazardous world. This feeling emulsifies my soul, I cannot resist it, the torture, the pain, the constant attacks (whether it was character or ethics) yet I continue to go around wanting to stay on this ride because it is what my heart truly desires. How long can I stay on? Should I be like this ride and take the easy way out? My heart is telling me no…

I am strapped down with terror in my mind, so afraid that this ride will not be able to identify me in time before I decide to call it quits and get the hell off, when will this ride recognize the being in me, and just allow it to just ride and continue on this journey as it’s supposed to. When will it stop ML²?

Blowing up some flag day STEAM...

So its that time of the year again, it’s the ANNUAL HAITIAN FLAG DAY FESTIVAL. Many will be making the trip down south to see the many bands that they have been paying bucks/bal to see. This time I guess it’s a lot better, they pay 30 bucks and see them all perform in one spot. So groovy and innovative!!!! While I enjoy Tvice, Carimi, Krezi, I could care less about the other bands that will be in attendance. My team and I have been communicating with the organizers for the past 6 months and while they’re happy with the work that we’re doing, they still will not let one of our groups hit the stage, Which is cool with us because that’s the way they choose to do THEIR show. My only problem with this whole thing is that it’s supposed to represent Haitian culture and Haitian pride yet they choose to ignore Hip Hop and Reggae.

For Haiti’s independence day festival, they brought a reggae artist to the show, but only one problem, he wasn’t Haitian. Who else in America cares about Haitian Flag day other than Haitians? Do you think America will be inviting Clef to perform at their July 4th Parade? I highly doubt it.

I could sit here and bash these boys but at the end of the day it still won’t solve my main issue with them. As recent as last Friday I was speaking to these dudes, “yo mesye, I like what y’all doing. Y’all giving this movement life here in the states” but soon as we ask for a spot, homeboi is giving us the run around. To make matters worst, he gave us some tickets as if we asked him for this shit. Negro please, we’re going to sell all 10 and buy us a few bottles of babancourt for the real Haitian party…and to all of y’all coming down, you read right. The real party is Saturday night…Friday we’re in Orlando at 2pm and Friday we’ll be in Lil Haiti with Clef, Haitian Fresh, Mecca, and many of our Creole Hip Hop artists. And Saturday night, we got the official party…and it won’t be in a club. Si w pa gen tanga, al achete youn, paske I can’t stand when y’all come to a pool party and y’all just stand on the side without getting wet. And I do mean, getting WET…Invites only please, so if you’re from NY, CT, Boston, DC, VA, ATL, Rhode Island, PA…You are invited to the special location. Just hit your boi up on this blog, and you’ll be on the list. All the other states, peut etre next year, Na invite w. Sak pa konta, File a danm LAWSUIT…GYET Marenn nou!


PS: If i have not spoken to you since the last time you came to FL, don't hit me up please. If i have not spoken to you since the last time i sent an e-mail invite, don't fucking call me please.

Pss: Mwen tande yo di yo gen zam, kisa w pense ti kakatwe, nou fout met pann yo nan plane!!!!!

got me thinking again...

I killed you a long time ago
But here I find myself
back to what I hate to love,
wondering,
WHY,
I missed u.
You exude all extremities,
You took me places
unheard,
unseen,
aware of my unconsciousness,
u raped my mind,
broke my heart
you slashed my tongue
I couldn’t utter a word.
Subconsciously dreaming of the conscious you,
You touched my heart with…


Dang…the feeling of…shit…lemme stop.

ML² you’re something else!

Last day of school...

She had a body that was smaller than I had ever thought I’d like but I did. She had small breasts that were almost non-existent. She had a small butt and a small face. Pretty young Haitian shawty from Jacmel, she was quiet, always had her head in the books. We used to flirt back and forth but on this very day, I noticed her alright…It was the first time I noticed her and to tell the truth, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Now, that she had my attention, I couldn’t help but notice her cute, little ass. There wasn’t much of it, but what she had, I liked and I was learning that I liked it a lot.

She and I became real close and all semester long she had wanted me to bone her in the classroom yet her fears prevented her from committing to it each time we got close to doing it. So on the last day of class, the final session before she receives her degree, I surprised her. I knew that she likes to sit in the last row, so when she came in, the professor passed out the necessary documents and once he said “you may now begin”, I placed my hands on her thighs, she peeked under the desk and there I was. She whispered,’ what are you doing?’ I told her not to worry and focus on her exam. Giving that she was wearing a skirt, I slowly took off her pantyhose and her undergarment exposed with just the smallest bit of fabric flossing its way between what I could already tell was a glistening pussy. Knowing that her vagina had already surrendered, I didn’t bother with pulling her panties down. I just pulled the wispy cloth to one side and I placed my ring finger inside of her.

The girl let out a little, plaintive bleat as her pussy took the full length of my finger and then she was quiet as I pulled it back only to let out another of her little whimpering cries as I finger fuck her with two fingers. I could feel the moist of her vagina, I gently rub the clitoris, and I could hear her moan, she wanted it, right then and there, but I needed her to enjoy every second of this night. ‘for I was set to make it a memorable night. I wanted her to remember this for the rest of her life, and as she glides closer to me, I spread her thighs and lay my tongue on her vagina. My tongue darted all around her clitoris and as the professor came around to pick up the exams, she sat still, said good bye to some folks, and she pretended as if she was going over some of her notes.

By now, we were both alone…the classroom was vacant and it was time to settle this for good. She pulled me from under desk; dropped on her knees and…

Home sweet home

Home is the place to be...the serenity...the peace of mind. Even in the most trying of times yet it's always good to be home. I knew i missed this place but not this much...

FJ, wanna cum home with me?