MINE and MMMELADY.

Monday, December 27, 2010

Not that WISH !

I wish I never had to wish so hard ,
You and I started this journey , a journey we'll never finish ,
Though memories grow dim the heartbeak you caused will never heal ,
The times we shared yes those times still linger
I wish I never had to wish so hard.

To wish how happily ever after we'd be.
The ache I feel when i dream of touching you
How I regret being unable to put a lasting smile on that face.
Wondering why I keep seeing you in every frame of my pictures
I wish I never had to wish so hard.

Every day you smile back like nothing ever changed ,
I wish I could press rewind and go back
All this because I need you here with me
Why ? Why this constant reminisce to a part of reality that will not fruit?
I wish I never had to wish so hard.

I know I need to call her ,write maybe.
But I won't ,I wish I never had to.
She just won't stop ,stop it I say. !
My eyes should never have seen you, my ears shouldn't have heard the echo of your laughter.
I wish I never had to wish as hard.

One.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

'.....'

The truth at times comes from a peaceful place, without hustle but with conviction. From this peaceful place i now know i find true peace in her company, her caring and ...hands. Uniquely am in love with that which makes my nerves calm but increases my heartbeat, she's my heart's defence mechanism. She as the general , i feel safer than a king. She's the logistics in my mind when am idle. My need within is her, within the need she forms the coat.. Truth is a complete defence.
Am in love with my feminine spirit, in love with myself: try it, its way cheaper dating yourself! This love lights on when there's blackout!

The other half.

They say a man must embrace his fate or otherwise be destroyed by it but I ask how would one tell how the heart beats in his chest?

Suppose am attracted to her, she who has the attention of every dude around, suppose I go for it ,what would they say when we walk around. How different would I be treated by them. How many of her type would hate on her, as she walks by how many would turn just to scold her?.

She s quite awsm attractive to be precise, if am to date her what would change, how happy would she make me . As certain as it is her confidence would be my greatest lesson to borrow,.

Wow I guess I will go for it, inspite of havin her already- yes you I opt to make it fun by appreciatin that which i got further and proposin again to you.... Love you dear always have.

They say the odd woman in your life makes the difference , well she has but she aint odd -she s the perfect half!

Dhkadgk

Life is a chain, any time it rains it pours ,it pains. Many are the times am coverd with mad, the times I like to act tough but get roughed up. Like any other beings I aspire to follow my dreams but when they talk it feels like they talkin ill of me.

And I just want to touch the skies or rather sleep on clouds, those were the days but this are the times when reality fulfills its ill fated nourishment in life. About the same time when visions turn black , when pretence turn amnesia.

But I vow to stand tall be the limit,
Someone ask me who's side I lean on and I utter "am leanin on the Lords side' for life is like a beautiful day that many wish a trip to but don't live to tour it.

Everyday I sail through the day uncertain of waves and tides but still I take the trip. Some choose not to believe but look what He's done for me- its a blessing that am even alive . When I flow off the tides He remains the anchor, I pray no other Boy makes the mistakes I made.

There's nothin on my plate as I drop down to my knees, can't leave the seed to manouvr on its own. He/she don't have no one but me myself and I. ...and God! Tired of patience but have to wait to be stronger for every life, moment is God-chosen!

For this I pray!

Too late.

Ordinary 25th.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

'HERR'

Fell in love with music
The industry broke our vows
Disk jockeys butt-fucked her relentlessly
Now I vow to unvow my bows for music
My preferrence now is hoe music
Music without emotions ,music with no strings ,no borders

Her I loved but the industry misjudged
Now she's all toes on me , am not good enough
Tried being relevant, stood tall as my own limit
I thought I knew what I stood for, what I fell for , ,but obviously she knew better _a golddigger , money influenced

My heart beats in regrets ,stumbles upon shame
The larger crowd don't feel me ,the few that do I dislike. Though they offer some slack for me to dip in.
Like her now my music fades out from the essence
Nothing dicks me up no more

That other music bangs my boombox everyday, hoes dance to their beats nothing relevant.
Almost I consider swapping for hoe music ~shes too hot but spits blanks
Morals don't allow , my flow too gold never plated.
Today I shine my mic out against the sun ! Fuck hoe music am my own music.

'Herr'

This ' space. '

The space above is like the space infront, this space calm as the instruments of classicals on a fine after-night. Unknown and peaceful to the mind, clarity to thoughts and a distant unforced smile.

The scorch of the sun above does not torture, its caresses sublime to the skin / winds breeze sweetened air ,not a wind of dust/ sounds of birds chirp between eardrums _the noise too fulfilling / the view crystal to the eye to the furthest distance/ days from nights indistinguishable !

No company in the midst, none is needed / for once in many 'solo' is ideal / not even her is welcome to this abode / thoughts and ideas shattered out alike , no pressure out or within / all muscles at ease , zero calories for energy.

Neither her nor football can compare to this preferrence / unlike they it takes off the edge without concentration / in this state no alcohol neither !/

A state where 7PM news are nonexistent , a life with no politricks , a cause without extremes , a marriage to the moment , a situation where success is not monetary ^

This space I prefer, ,...^

My coach.

The moment
When I wwas 20 I wrote my first piece
It was she I wrote about
She I dated only in my writings
The pen was bold enough to ask her out
The persona naively adamant to dare the fairer human
Scripts written by the pen overly ambitious, if not fantasy

My coach makes a champion in me
My coach champions my ego for better
My coach is a winner off the pitch
My coach has made a knockout punch off my miscomings
My coach is my father ,my friend, my confidant
My coach is omnipresent the second step to my every leap


He has taught me respect to the fairer sex
He has taught me my role in the 'kitchen'
He has punished me in wrong and right
This man has never commended my success openly
He is an unapproachable being
My coach is never ok unless am ok

My heart and soul argue against his intentions
My distant voice is always clearer to his ambition
My energy is ever full because of my coach
My memory occasionally recollects of the first day he was introduced to me
My mistakes ashame me because he still acts proud on my every downfall
My coach is sublime to my being

They act like they care but he has taught me ignorance
They try to lower my esteem but he always boosts my morale.
They corner me to doing evil ,he punishes me
They pretend to care he doesn't -he acts it
They are a majority he is supreme
They can never compare to my coach

My coach is a fire on a mountain top
My coach is a fish in the skies
My coach is that blurry smoke in vacuum
My coach lives in space and sleeps on the stars
My coach is my fantasy ,my untrue reality
My coach exists only in the parallel world

My illusion.