How well do you know yourself?

Here I Am    

There's a big
rolling pin
it smacks the hillside
the mark where it has been
causes a landslide
I try to not fall in
with the dirt in the skies
evaporation takes my eyes
people and their diatribes
I wonder why
I do so try .

I'm sick of the lonely
and the thick
of all the phoney
I do my bit
but you still owe me
if that is it
well this life's thrown me .

Here I am just
getting older
all gone stones
turn into boulders
what is done
rests on my shoulders
oh how I wish
that I was younger .

What You See, Is What You Get

My name is not important.
My heart is my words.
My mind is in the darkness.
My soul entertwined with the one I love.
The heart I hold is not mine
but the man I chose to be with forevermore.
The scars on my arms are because of the one that gave me up for some blunts, a bottle of vodka and waking up to an empty bed.
I was gay.
But than I was straight.
But now I'm pansexual,
so gender means nothing to me at all.
I can be serious.
I can be silly.
I can be loving.
I can be hateful.
I love you.
I hate you.
I'll kill you.
I'll keep you.
I am the meister and the weapon.
I am the therapist and the patient.
I am the victim and the predator.
I am the listening.
I am the chameleon.
I have heard it all.
I am jack's smirking revenge.

I am nothing, but I am everything.
I am no one, but still someone.
I am. . .

Whatever it is that you choose to see me as.

My Life My Way



One life
and I choose to live it my way.
There is no reason for me to fall in line
and I refuse to fall in love.
My feet will never touch the earth,
I will never be grounded,
don’t look to me for security
because I have none to offer.
I love in my own way
and I give as much as possible
but my heart belongs to me.
My dream is not to be what you are,
my dream is not to meet expectations,
my dream is to litter my words
all over the world,
to inspire the ability to think freely
and independently,
and to create a correlation of universal emotions,
and then to set them free!
My dreams are not for you,
my life is not for you,
I live for me.

I Accept the Whole of Me
I accept the beauty of me
my curly hair , dark eyes and wide nose
my thick lips, high cheekbones and dark skin
my thick thighs, narrow waist, small breast and big feet
My mouth, quick with retort slow to repent
My love of soul food, sports, nature and men not all in that order
My amazing mood swings in all of their glory.
I have bad habits and some that are good, did I mention men?
I accept the beauty of me as well I should.

I accept the Whole of Me
My reflection in the mirror staring, smiling,
marveling at the whole of me
I’m not what the world sees as beautiful
even would label me ugly.
The world doesn’t love the beauty of me;
it only sees what it expects to see.
But my outer beauty is not the whole of me,
nor this world’s preceded characterization
The image, sparkling in my eyes, staring back at me
is the whole of me.
The Spirit that forgives all my fought
and supplies all my needs  
My true beauty is the Spirit
that dwells within the whole of me;
for I am, Spirit.

“Eric L. Boddie(pronounced body)”
by:  Eric L. Boddie

I am somebody
I am nobody
I am anybody
I am everybody
I am my mind, for this is His body
I am a lover of women, but I only need one body
I am blessed, He gave me a beautiful body
I am a believer in bringing pleasure to the body
I, one day, want a wife, but won’t accept just anybody
I want a lady who wants respect from everybody
I want a woman who aspires to be somebody
I want my girl to be strong enough to seek approval from nobody
I want a female who has pride in her body
I want a female who will only give me her body
I want a female in search of the limitations of pleasure for the body
I want a female whose mind is more beautiful than her body
I, only, truthfully, need God because He loves everybody
I need my mother because she wants me to be somebody
I need love, which can be given by anybody
I need wisdom to understand that no one is a nobody
I need strength to carry my body
I need my mind to maintain the health of my body
I need a woman to bring pleasure to my body
I need nothing else than being Eric L. Boddie

What you see is fabricted,
Make believe little girl.
Big wide laugh,
A lending hand,
The personality to be used-
Willingly given.
Behind brown eyes,
See far and wide,
It knows you,
But most of all knows me.
Kmows my body,
Average-
Knows my heart,
Caring-
knows my soul,
Turmoiled-
Knows my everything.
Dirty little secrets,
Of love, hate,
Lonely burning.
This smile hides-
I see thats me.

empty dreams and smiles nights...
sleeping to forget the reason she does not smile..

.:The Cleverest... Amongst Men:.



Engaged

I whirl and spin; whirl and spin; whirl and spin
The World I spin

I Am by Nature
The cleverest amongst Men n’ Jinn
I’ve been Crashed...Crushed
Only to begin
again.

Pleasures and Pain

They are but symbolic
I frolic
by way of bionic
contortions

I place limits on distortions
Those made with
Lifelines

The Ones````Elected and ````Selected

Grounded
Blended
and
Broad Banded

The Positive (+)
The Negative (-)

Applied Science is my religion
I work around
or
through all division.
My hair`pin turns and actions
They garner reactions.

Like,

Moths to the
Flame
Precise is My Game
To Crush...and Crash

To begin
again.

Unlike my master; I need nothing
I Am Nothing

I Am.
Always the Whole
Placed into
Something

Breaths escape which were never really there
I represent “All”
And everything that is not

I chill all that...which is thought to be hot

I permeate...atmosphere...and exist without fear!

Your romanticism is obscured
My permanence is assured... and
all over and
under

My selections have endured.

I have unavoidably toured
straight
through/ into
The Newer Millennium’s View.

I Am
The One Eyed, Multifaceted Perception of Insight.
How about You?

I Am
The distinctive reasoning behind what’s wrong and Right
My days are like night.

My Sensors impaired; but function quite bright!

I Am
The Ambience of Time
The Movement within my stillness is what fascinates your mind.

Sometimes
Crash
Sometimes Crushed
and,
Sometimes control, alt...delete

a Saving Grace.

I Am...The Challenge; surely most will Face.

I Am...All this

As I whirl and spin; whirl and spin;
whirl and spin; this World
we're in.


.
.

We talk sometimes often
We meet up in the bathroom
She always ends up surprising me
I never know what's to come next
Her name is Selena
And today she shocked us both
For she had sex número quattro.
On a elevator
In a van during heavy traffic
The wonder wheel
In a bano with madre next door
Me I would've never done those things
I have always been the shy and conservative one
Her
Most forward and Nasty girl
That I look in the mirror and talk to every night

I am who I am
There's nothing I can do!
Weather it's laughing or singing
Or maybe just living
I live by my rules
My own mistakes!
I'm loud and attentive
I give advice
But never take my own
At the same time
I'm a human
I'm alien
I have my own style
My own personality
I want what I need
And I need what I want
Sometimes obsessive
but non the less fun
I am who I am
And there's nothing we can do!