ts only right
When I see them struggling I question His 'mercy ' ,His concern to His creation ,
When I see the dry lands I question the gifts of the skies. .
When I see them on TV arguing politics I pity the hungry up North ,
When I see them at the pulpits doing it for God I wonder why they don't do it for the people ,
What's the honor in standing in churches seeking from the poor multitude ,
Now the white hater families are out of their prosperity street to our misery streets helping the poor lover families.
Now they takin credit for helping us out of starvation ,
Journalists are makin careers out of dying-starved countrymates , selling and winning accolades for their 'superbness' in photography,
Mr. Government don't forget us when you make that doe, when you get that donation that funding. Don't you forget the North of my country !
Your highness why is this calamity forever!?
Quit being that mysterious Being watching His followers succumb to your ........l.
To our All star MPs, Kenya can use your money one more time. ...
All star MPs who do you want to spend on: your careers or the lives of your constituents ?
Drop your interests and save those whack wordplays for later , real people simple things should remain primal , monumental.
Of you , some of your voices give bass others treble - slate to a higher pitch and let the will of the people shout-out through you.
Or else get played out of position and lose the right for generations to remember you!
AS I observe a moment of closure for the lives lost as a result of this God-given hunger , I curse my government moreso they who defied the prophecies of the present predicament. The end maybe near, the end maybe in 2012 but you do not have access to lives , to shaking nature. Death is the only expert , the only I can't curse the only I respect -the one I wish you meet today for disregarding the value of the humans.
One.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
Am your most wanted.
You, flora and fauna need me alike.
I am the ultimate find.
Find me for Somalia poor country is in crisis .......
I have enemies who exploit your mistakes ,
This you make in pretence to your advancement in technology,
You force me off my adapted native homes.
These enemies deny me visas to their nations ,
The poor you suffer these consequences , a few are lucky. But not for long.
I am the most wanted , your daily prayer. !
From nature I am unprotected ,
By nature I thrive , I survive.
Your scientist claim to understand my superior [nature] forgeting She does not recognize good and bad , She only recognizes balance and imbalance.
Your fate mostly the bad , your technology shakes off the balance.
This imbalance depletes me from your farms , your silos ,your stores , your stomachs .....
Still am your most wanted , your daily bread!
I can name countries and companies who have made me a prisoner just from experiments ,
They've given life to my antagonists, arch-enemies !
In this life and in my prior we never co-existed.
Drought, their captain is forever merciless to my children.
This man , that lady , you , her , him , that cow depend on me being alive , but my existence is at a thread's hold.
Without me all nations will suffer Somali's present crisis ,
Thus I being man's most wanted , man's daily bread. !
Science today provides you with the illusionary protection from my enemies ,
Jealous am not , full of support to your idea of recreating my kind Bio-technologically ,
Genetically Modified you call it ,
If you can learn to cheat my Superior ['nature'] and still protect me from my god-given enemies then i' ll want you in reverse , I will be available for you everyday.
Money is what you seek , I is what you must have ,
The grounds are my home ,your stomachs my dump!
My ancestors were slaves of foreign trials,
Water is my best ally, soil elements come close too.
Every flora and fauna have a life courtesy of my kind.
My government has 0 % interests in your economies , we are the most generous persons.
We may be most needed , but like you we 'feel' for Somalia. Instability mostly to blame. Like us ,of our morals be selfless, be generous to your kind , donate the little you can to take me to their ever-unfed tummys.
I am their daily take , but we haven't made contact in a while.
Without me they surely have little reason to live.
I can reach them through the digits -> 0720139006. [m-pesa ]
One.
I am the ultimate find.
Find me for Somalia poor country is in crisis .......
I have enemies who exploit your mistakes ,
This you make in pretence to your advancement in technology,
You force me off my adapted native homes.
These enemies deny me visas to their nations ,
The poor you suffer these consequences , a few are lucky. But not for long.
I am the most wanted , your daily prayer. !
From nature I am unprotected ,
By nature I thrive , I survive.
Your scientist claim to understand my superior [nature] forgeting She does not recognize good and bad , She only recognizes balance and imbalance.
Your fate mostly the bad , your technology shakes off the balance.
This imbalance depletes me from your farms , your silos ,your stores , your stomachs .....
Still am your most wanted , your daily bread!
I can name countries and companies who have made me a prisoner just from experiments ,
They've given life to my antagonists, arch-enemies !
In this life and in my prior we never co-existed.
Drought, their captain is forever merciless to my children.
This man , that lady , you , her , him , that cow depend on me being alive , but my existence is at a thread's hold.
Without me all nations will suffer Somali's present crisis ,
Thus I being man's most wanted , man's daily bread. !
Science today provides you with the illusionary protection from my enemies ,
Jealous am not , full of support to your idea of recreating my kind Bio-technologically ,
Genetically Modified you call it ,
If you can learn to cheat my Superior ['nature'] and still protect me from my god-given enemies then i' ll want you in reverse , I will be available for you everyday.
Money is what you seek , I is what you must have ,
The grounds are my home ,your stomachs my dump!
My ancestors were slaves of foreign trials,
Water is my best ally, soil elements come close too.
Every flora and fauna have a life courtesy of my kind.
My government has 0 % interests in your economies , we are the most generous persons.
We may be most needed , but like you we 'feel' for Somalia. Instability mostly to blame. Like us ,of our morals be selfless, be generous to your kind , donate the little you can to take me to their ever-unfed tummys.
I am their daily take , but we haven't made contact in a while.
Without me they surely have little reason to live.
I can reach them through the digits -> 0720139006. [m-pesa ]
One.
Friday, July 15, 2011
July 15. 11. 02 pm.
Out for excursion ,
I'm dottin , too blank ..........................................
I'm dottin , too blank ..........................................
Thursday, July 14, 2011
July 15. 12. 01am
Today I lost the loss of thinking ,
My eyes are static maybe due to lack of sleep ,
Feels like there's violence in them.
I want to sleep but am too cold to
I can't sleep , there's an emptiness ....
Since last night there hasn't been a word between the two ,
Its all silent , my thinking is half empty ,
I try to imagine of the prince of darkness but am masked from creativeness.
This Man from above must surely be hiding my brain-cum-mind voodoo doll.
My spirit must have gone sour.
I need to think of the devil , see of him in my thoughts.
If he lived anywhere it must be with the twins ,
This why I never walk alone ,
They must have exorcized him out of ...
The world is not going round anymore , the walls seem still
Wish the worlds collide like they used to , am missing the obsession of it.
How can I resurrect it ? How do I ?
If I survive this i' ll burn candles with angel feathers.
If only I can make I strike.
This Being is after me ,
I never want His beliefs.
My akbar thoughts are euphemism to my religion , swallow dozen roses but still you won't get my twins !
There has to be a reunion to the daily continual wars of the twins. ...p..
....p........................',','....'.'.'.'.'.'.'...'.'...............'........'...............
.................. ,..............'.........'
One.
My eyes are static maybe due to lack of sleep ,
Feels like there's violence in them.
I want to sleep but am too cold to
I can't sleep , there's an emptiness ....
Since last night there hasn't been a word between the two ,
Its all silent , my thinking is half empty ,
I try to imagine of the prince of darkness but am masked from creativeness.
This Man from above must surely be hiding my brain-cum-mind voodoo doll.
My spirit must have gone sour.
I need to think of the devil , see of him in my thoughts.
If he lived anywhere it must be with the twins ,
This why I never walk alone ,
They must have exorcized him out of ...
The world is not going round anymore , the walls seem still
Wish the worlds collide like they used to , am missing the obsession of it.
How can I resurrect it ? How do I ?
If I survive this i' ll burn candles with angel feathers.
If only I can make I strike.
This Being is after me ,
I never want His beliefs.
My akbar thoughts are euphemism to my religion , swallow dozen roses but still you won't get my twins !
There has to be a reunion to the daily continual wars of the twins. ...p..
....p........................',','....'.'.'.'.'.'.'...'.'...............'........'...............
.................. ,..............'.........'
One.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
July 14. 3. 48 am.
Today they've brought a woman to talk to ,
Therapy. -how I think, how I see she wants to know ,
My brain could never talk to to my mind ,
The heart, the mediater couldn't get them to converse either.
How now can I lay my troubled thoughts to she ?
She's persistent , insists she can be patient enough till I'm ready to open up.
I smile stupid at the idea , certain she'll cave....
This room , therapy room , is colourful the seats comfy.
She looks directly at I.
I try to teleport in my mind to a place of serenity. Still she stares.
Feels like I can blow up.
I get touchy - am reaching to everything close by.
She says its the first step to opening up. She starts writing scribbling her clip board...:
I envy her , her poise she s collected, calm all this time.
'Talk you to me before you wreck yourself ' , she utters.
A wreck I must be. Why else would I be confined here?
Stilll am convinced of my ideologiê _ I'm good at facing myself. Often I think before I do , look ahead before commitment. ... But now am talking to her. Can't tell why but am answering to her at the moment ....p
The dialogue feels like a refill
I blur out a bit ,
There's some clarity , like I've been drinking again only now am sober.
What has she done , have I teleported through my mind to this quiet state?
My thoughts , the divine enemies are not in position. Am not bullied anymore. For the moment am clean , at peace.
Is it she , or has the Person above manned up to aid His creation ?
For a moment the twins relate , their sister is proud.
Hope tomorrow won't be a repeat of yester but of this moment , still can't sleep but atleast the siblings share a meal.
July 14. 2. 01 am.
......p..p......p......
One.
Therapy. -how I think, how I see she wants to know ,
My brain could never talk to to my mind ,
The heart, the mediater couldn't get them to converse either.
How now can I lay my troubled thoughts to she ?
She's persistent , insists she can be patient enough till I'm ready to open up.
I smile stupid at the idea , certain she'll cave....
This room , therapy room , is colourful the seats comfy.
She looks directly at I.
I try to teleport in my mind to a place of serenity. Still she stares.
Feels like I can blow up.
I get touchy - am reaching to everything close by.
She says its the first step to opening up. She starts writing scribbling her clip board...:
I envy her , her poise she s collected, calm all this time.
'Talk you to me before you wreck yourself ' , she utters.
A wreck I must be. Why else would I be confined here?
Stilll am convinced of my ideologiê _ I'm good at facing myself. Often I think before I do , look ahead before commitment. ... But now am talking to her. Can't tell why but am answering to her at the moment ....p
The dialogue feels like a refill
I blur out a bit ,
There's some clarity , like I've been drinking again only now am sober.
What has she done , have I teleported through my mind to this quiet state?
My thoughts , the divine enemies are not in position. Am not bullied anymore. For the moment am clean , at peace.
Is it she , or has the Person above manned up to aid His creation ?
For a moment the twins relate , their sister is proud.
Hope tomorrow won't be a repeat of yester but of this moment , still can't sleep but atleast the siblings share a meal.
July 14. 2. 01 am.
......p..p......p......
One.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
July 13 , 1 .00 am ...
Checkin in rehab.
They keep tellin that I got it all in my head , they say its time of it to go -> the infatuation, the obsessions , the addictions , the confusion ...
Maybe its time for 'these' to go.
To be casted out till I got better had been coming.
They are fed up with the promises , the lies , the lack of belief. The decision is unanimous ~ rehabilitation for a month.
The feeling is hopeless , sad , _ feel pinned to the wall. Days will surely be darker.
They look convinced in their decision , . .
Can't lift my face to face the sky , it droops to the ground.
Thoughts are endless, non-conforming.
I used to be strong , atleast I thought I used to be.
Couldn't tell them bye, can't say a word till now.
For once I don't look to tomorrow , this walls will be my company.
Atleast I have my Blackberry for the moment.
Am afraid of the usual bouts between my brain and the mind.
And I hate it when the heart acts the peacemaker.
The heart suffers the more its quite weak.
They don't give me a pen , can't jot down the fight between the two , I'm sure to be more disturbed , more to think of it which is the reason of my seclusion.
My fingers always plaiting my afro , the best they can do.
I hope I could wonder if I'd be clean in the 4 weeks of rehab.
Obviously I need to be clean before commencement of the upcoming academic year.
Maybe I won't be thinking of it , won't be obsessed of it.
These twins , the brain and the mind should think alike and help their younger sister be hardy.
I can't afford to foretell what is to be but now I pity my heart, the arena to the battle øf the twins.
Posters on the walls read ' notice of eviction ' referring to 'it' in me.
I used to love sleep now am insomniac.
I never felt cold today I feeze continually.
Thoughts used to be clear, vivid now I struggle to hold a thought.
Its July 13 now 1. 31 am. Time's draggy.
I try to think positive , can't sit down I don't believe in this idea of they holding me in a cubicle for the month.
Wasn't born a champion, neither a believer but the crisis of the twins tells it all -> am opinionated !
One.
They keep tellin that I got it all in my head , they say its time of it to go -> the infatuation, the obsessions , the addictions , the confusion ...
Maybe its time for 'these' to go.
To be casted out till I got better had been coming.
They are fed up with the promises , the lies , the lack of belief. The decision is unanimous ~ rehabilitation for a month.
The feeling is hopeless , sad , _ feel pinned to the wall. Days will surely be darker.
They look convinced in their decision , . .
Can't lift my face to face the sky , it droops to the ground.
Thoughts are endless, non-conforming.
I used to be strong , atleast I thought I used to be.
Couldn't tell them bye, can't say a word till now.
For once I don't look to tomorrow , this walls will be my company.
Atleast I have my Blackberry for the moment.
Am afraid of the usual bouts between my brain and the mind.
And I hate it when the heart acts the peacemaker.
The heart suffers the more its quite weak.
They don't give me a pen , can't jot down the fight between the two , I'm sure to be more disturbed , more to think of it which is the reason of my seclusion.
My fingers always plaiting my afro , the best they can do.
I hope I could wonder if I'd be clean in the 4 weeks of rehab.
Obviously I need to be clean before commencement of the upcoming academic year.
Maybe I won't be thinking of it , won't be obsessed of it.
These twins , the brain and the mind should think alike and help their younger sister be hardy.
I can't afford to foretell what is to be but now I pity my heart, the arena to the battle øf the twins.
Posters on the walls read ' notice of eviction ' referring to 'it' in me.
I used to love sleep now am insomniac.
I never felt cold today I feeze continually.
Thoughts used to be clear, vivid now I struggle to hold a thought.
Its July 13 now 1. 31 am. Time's draggy.
I try to think positive , can't sit down I don't believe in this idea of they holding me in a cubicle for the month.
Wasn't born a champion, neither a believer but the crisis of the twins tells it all -> am opinionated !
One.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Africa's young Daughter.
'One does what God does'
Those without eyes must see the joy in South Sudan ,
They without vocal chords can be heard screaming in joy ,
Temples of ice must be vivid in this hot nation ,
Heavy metal kings must be making kingdoms out of the last daughter of Africa.
Demons must envy the favour accorded to the Sudannese by Allah.
Toast to the last daughter of Africa !
Let us bow our heads to these freedom winners,
Respects to they who died for their rights though belated ,
Without war without chaos nothing evolves _sincere SALUTE to you on your independence ,
Outlive the war find peace in planning your future ,
Let other nations teach you to how to bleed peacefully for your nation.
Peace to the last daughter of Africa.
There may be rage amongst you but let the shadows of the smiles and joy you have today prevail above vengence.
The acts of the enemy might still be stained on you but like the promise of freedom today let it flow warm into your hearts.
Pray that your leaders raise Africas youngest daughter into a young loveable woman.
Life is thicker than greed, thicker than money -no need to fight on that which can make you richer.
Love to the last daughter of Africa !
Its been a process ,
Its been slavery ,
Times must have been darkest ,
You must be tired , exhausted BUT ....
...Beyond pain , beyond the silence of death there is the sound of your anthem ~the sound of a new dawn.
Today we celebrate with you , congratulate you and wish your daughter fertility.
Failure/war /poor propaganda is no option ~ success is your destiny EMBRACE IT.
Life is yours for the taking, the present, this new start is a gift to you !
Peace , love , unity to Southern Sudan!
One.
Those without eyes must see the joy in South Sudan ,
They without vocal chords can be heard screaming in joy ,
Temples of ice must be vivid in this hot nation ,
Heavy metal kings must be making kingdoms out of the last daughter of Africa.
Demons must envy the favour accorded to the Sudannese by Allah.
Toast to the last daughter of Africa !
Let us bow our heads to these freedom winners,
Respects to they who died for their rights though belated ,
Without war without chaos nothing evolves _sincere SALUTE to you on your independence ,
Outlive the war find peace in planning your future ,
Let other nations teach you to how to bleed peacefully for your nation.
Peace to the last daughter of Africa.
There may be rage amongst you but let the shadows of the smiles and joy you have today prevail above vengence.
The acts of the enemy might still be stained on you but like the promise of freedom today let it flow warm into your hearts.
Pray that your leaders raise Africas youngest daughter into a young loveable woman.
Life is thicker than greed, thicker than money -no need to fight on that which can make you richer.
Love to the last daughter of Africa !
Its been a process ,
Its been slavery ,
Times must have been darkest ,
You must be tired , exhausted BUT ....
...Beyond pain , beyond the silence of death there is the sound of your anthem ~the sound of a new dawn.
Today we celebrate with you , congratulate you and wish your daughter fertility.
Failure/war /poor propaganda is no option ~ success is your destiny EMBRACE IT.
Life is yours for the taking, the present, this new start is a gift to you !
Peace , love , unity to Southern Sudan!
One.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Failure.
So smart then stupid , now am stuck with it
I am so unhappy , am that person who could have made it ,never did.
Hate this life ,I don't want to live but still I don't want to die.
I miss the times when I thought widely of possibilities , today I contemplate suicide.
Thinkin of reading the good book and talking to He above for a fancy.
I never made it , I never known why!
Today ,yester, tomorrow won't be any different ,
Another day I live with hope - the worst of virtues.
Meant to make it to the first lane , now the reverse is what they talk of.
Funny how the past never counts to the present , the today however repeats tomorrow as yester.
Am not spiritual anymore but I seek the miracles I hear of.
I never made it , I never known why!
Scars of desperation are tattooed all over my face ,
Am not payinn the devil rent but this life sure is hell ,
Once a heaven ,an oasis was provided by mother and father.
I want to feel sorrow but still am strong enough to look forward to takin a breathe of fresh air every other day. .
Still, I never made it , I never known why!
This is for the little I look forward to;
'I'm a great one , I will wake up every morning and hope to stop chasing dreams. [Dreams are pitiful visuals ].then try not to compare me to no one , acknowledge that I am him~ the one in control of my future.
Like any other- I am a candle I burn out , they all do . All to do is master a better way to a burn out!
Maybe i'll make it, maybe never but I will know why?
One.
I am so unhappy , am that person who could have made it ,never did.
Hate this life ,I don't want to live but still I don't want to die.
I miss the times when I thought widely of possibilities , today I contemplate suicide.
Thinkin of reading the good book and talking to He above for a fancy.
I never made it , I never known why!
Today ,yester, tomorrow won't be any different ,
Another day I live with hope - the worst of virtues.
Meant to make it to the first lane , now the reverse is what they talk of.
Funny how the past never counts to the present , the today however repeats tomorrow as yester.
Am not spiritual anymore but I seek the miracles I hear of.
I never made it , I never known why!
Scars of desperation are tattooed all over my face ,
Am not payinn the devil rent but this life sure is hell ,
Once a heaven ,an oasis was provided by mother and father.
I want to feel sorrow but still am strong enough to look forward to takin a breathe of fresh air every other day. .
Still, I never made it , I never known why!
This is for the little I look forward to;
'I'm a great one , I will wake up every morning and hope to stop chasing dreams. [Dreams are pitiful visuals ].then try not to compare me to no one , acknowledge that I am him~ the one in control of my future.
Like any other- I am a candle I burn out , they all do . All to do is master a better way to a burn out!
Maybe i'll make it, maybe never but I will know why?
One.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Fathers across.
Time was, as I was ,but neither that time , nor that I, are anymore.
When i was born she wouldn't tell me about him,
But he and I are alike, I adore he , want to be he ,
As he was ages ago that I wanted to be This I too ,
He is celebrated , respected _ I envy and wish that.
Everyday I grow on I look up to he.
If love is mentoring and educating then I salute he , he has provided in galore.
When I've needed correction he's been omnipresent to punish ,
He's taught me to appreciate the other sex ,respect the role of my mother ,my sister.
When mother couldn't stand the company I kept he bullied me to a fairer crowd
Hated him most of times , now am grown ,respected. I salute this man , the man who the world fails to appreciate.
'You fathers be the best to your children,
Husbands be comfort- pillows to your wives,
Brothers grow up, protect your sisters ,
Sons make your mothers proud better your fathers,
Godfathers be godly to your god-children ,
You grooms respect your brides keep them happy,
And all men man up to your responsibilities.
Hope to be a better father on your day, Persist in hope ,the in-belief that a better horizon awaits.
fancy this day - merry fathers day.
One.
When i was born she wouldn't tell me about him,
But he and I are alike, I adore he , want to be he ,
As he was ages ago that I wanted to be This I too ,
He is celebrated , respected _ I envy and wish that.
Everyday I grow on I look up to he.
If love is mentoring and educating then I salute he , he has provided in galore.
When I've needed correction he's been omnipresent to punish ,
He's taught me to appreciate the other sex ,respect the role of my mother ,my sister.
When mother couldn't stand the company I kept he bullied me to a fairer crowd
Hated him most of times , now am grown ,respected. I salute this man , the man who the world fails to appreciate.
'You fathers be the best to your children,
Husbands be comfort- pillows to your wives,
Brothers grow up, protect your sisters ,
Sons make your mothers proud better your fathers,
Godfathers be godly to your god-children ,
You grooms respect your brides keep them happy,
And all men man up to your responsibilities.
Hope to be a better father on your day, Persist in hope ,the in-belief that a better horizon awaits.
fancy this day - merry fathers day.
One.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
If and only if.
The lack of concentration, the lack øf motivation , lack of belief [self belief].
The assumption to hate for the superior being , feeling disregarded by Him.
Favours hidden by He on his account.
Once his creation now a lone soul with no view to a horizon.
Hurtin is understating the surge he has ,
Bloated thoughts, hopes and realities he can't erase , he above either shy or enjoyin he in misery.
Sleepless thoughts, sleepless nights - the fantasies all alike , alike everyday.
Terrible is the idea as this is shaping to be real, a reality he's destined to embrace everyday.
Self pity won't do, neither does the pity of they.
The horizon too blurry, can't master steps ahead without toppling.
He above won't send him a 'her' to help clear this horizon. The faze to hate Him and they grows more vast today than yester.
From complete he's reduced to an aimless ,hopless and desperate lad , he's continually unsure of possible prospects.
No more games no more objectives ,
How the idea of hope flickers off any light of optimism , he hopes no more.
Can't afford the costly price of hope.
The prices too bloated _ he still pays installments of a prior 'hope loan'.
If only he'd hated the idea originally,
If only he hadn't borrowed the 'hope loan' ,
If only the memories and thoughts would rub-off ,
If only He above was as his scripture,
If only the horizon was as clear as his first idea of hope.
Then there would be possibilities of a possible clarity to his horizon.
One.
The assumption to hate for the superior being , feeling disregarded by Him.
Favours hidden by He on his account.
Once his creation now a lone soul with no view to a horizon.
Hurtin is understating the surge he has ,
Bloated thoughts, hopes and realities he can't erase , he above either shy or enjoyin he in misery.
Sleepless thoughts, sleepless nights - the fantasies all alike , alike everyday.
Terrible is the idea as this is shaping to be real, a reality he's destined to embrace everyday.
Self pity won't do, neither does the pity of they.
The horizon too blurry, can't master steps ahead without toppling.
He above won't send him a 'her' to help clear this horizon. The faze to hate Him and they grows more vast today than yester.
From complete he's reduced to an aimless ,hopless and desperate lad , he's continually unsure of possible prospects.
No more games no more objectives ,
How the idea of hope flickers off any light of optimism , he hopes no more.
Can't afford the costly price of hope.
The prices too bloated _ he still pays installments of a prior 'hope loan'.
If only he'd hated the idea originally,
If only he hadn't borrowed the 'hope loan' ,
If only the memories and thoughts would rub-off ,
If only He above was as his scripture,
If only the horizon was as clear as his first idea of hope.
Then there would be possibilities of a possible clarity to his horizon.
One.
Monday, May 23, 2011
15.
I can write , I can see. I Express.
On damage limitation I was , maybe I still am.
No apology to what he wrote, or did , still I mean it.
Hate ! Not too stray a word, a word fully descriptive of the then feeling.
He thought love ,I think it obsession. With this obsession couldn't manage expectations , can't manage to forge forward without being emo.
Days come and go , people wear out , they always do. Their effects do not last but the value they had always remains.
No effect no use but the values created rub- off any prior regrets. None whatsoever inspite of they being delusional and paranoid on their need to make excuses. He may be a lot of _ but he certainly can count when you he is the option.
Atleast the obsession theory is factual enough for his acceptance. He is obsessed , a disorder without remedy.
One who is Obsessed, obsession ...
One.
On damage limitation I was , maybe I still am.
No apology to what he wrote, or did , still I mean it.
Hate ! Not too stray a word, a word fully descriptive of the then feeling.
He thought love ,I think it obsession. With this obsession couldn't manage expectations , can't manage to forge forward without being emo.
Days come and go , people wear out , they always do. Their effects do not last but the value they had always remains.
No effect no use but the values created rub- off any prior regrets. None whatsoever inspite of they being delusional and paranoid on their need to make excuses. He may be a lot of _ but he certainly can count when you he is the option.
Atleast the obsession theory is factual enough for his acceptance. He is obsessed , a disorder without remedy.
One who is Obsessed, obsession ...
One.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Infidel
'No Americans were harmed ...' , this were the words uttered by celebrated president Obama on Osama's shooting,. His voice, poise assured credit accorded for felling Americas most wanted . Human life had been claimed in a most inhumane way , by the gun.
Most celebrated his demise ,claimed closure, relief to wounds he had inflicted on them. One man , the Most Wanted person killed not in action but in a 'capture operation '. They call it justice !, without proof whatsoever.
His killing coincided with one of similar character [may 1st '451 , Hitler, was said to be captured , although some said he and his loyalties had committed suicide. Did these Americans want to site history ? They claimed possession of his body to be proof to the public , hours later he was accorded last respects, buried in the sea. ...
Osama's signature the 9/11 attacks claimed an estimated 2977 lives. Americas retaliation has resulted to the death of over 870000 Iraqi and afghani civilians. All this in search of one Osama. Life is sacred, precious. Truly the Americas show indignity to life -their own military persons die in this quests of seniority.
Osama and Muslim rebel militias label them infidels, the reverse is terrorists by the Americas.
In no way is Obama the black leader Martin Luther Jr dreamt of. King would mourn for the loss of thousnds but never rejoice in the death of one soul , for hate and superiority drives in hate - love for the enemy, justice for the enemy and respect for life would be prime to Dr king.
To all those who suffered or lost dear ones during the '98 US embassy attack I must feel the need for you to seek closure by knowing the fate of the 'killer'. Closure is person-specific but celebration to murder is not !
In my view the sanctity of life is the retaliation of hate by love, war by peace , ...
One.
Most celebrated his demise ,claimed closure, relief to wounds he had inflicted on them. One man , the Most Wanted person killed not in action but in a 'capture operation '. They call it justice !, without proof whatsoever.
His killing coincided with one of similar character [may 1st '451 , Hitler, was said to be captured , although some said he and his loyalties had committed suicide. Did these Americans want to site history ? They claimed possession of his body to be proof to the public , hours later he was accorded last respects, buried in the sea. ...
Osama's signature the 9/11 attacks claimed an estimated 2977 lives. Americas retaliation has resulted to the death of over 870000 Iraqi and afghani civilians. All this in search of one Osama. Life is sacred, precious. Truly the Americas show indignity to life -their own military persons die in this quests of seniority.
Osama and Muslim rebel militias label them infidels, the reverse is terrorists by the Americas.
In no way is Obama the black leader Martin Luther Jr dreamt of. King would mourn for the loss of thousnds but never rejoice in the death of one soul , for hate and superiority drives in hate - love for the enemy, justice for the enemy and respect for life would be prime to Dr king.
To all those who suffered or lost dear ones during the '98 US embassy attack I must feel the need for you to seek closure by knowing the fate of the 'killer'. Closure is person-specific but celebration to murder is not !
In my view the sanctity of life is the retaliation of hate by love, war by peace , ...
One.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Memoura.
Vivid memoirs of a wanting soul. He the architect of my being, my sorounding.
Honesty is quiet challanging , this evening He broke up with me ~ this ...a major breakup.
He has my image , never shares my hurting.
Until today His name I uttered in belief
Not once has He ever talked back ,never toasted to my achievements.
Can't lie I switch sides ,to he who is darker.
This other side they say is worse ,
You say he is of sin , the defination of it.
Atleast he understand failure is god-given.
I try to find wisdom in hate, everything negative. I complement the devil ,he never cast a stone at me - am no sinner!
This side is not bound by beliefs
I dare a challange. He is dark in complexion and in action
A deal is only good if both parties feel they gave up something , but what good is it if all life is lived in fear of messing His masterplan..... By messing with it I'm not missing a realistic illusion to my fantasies. In His scriptures they argue of His control over my future , I doubt it. What I do, did he plan it ? Certainly not ; what I do does not please the church, the doctrines, even the crowds sway away from my kind. ! But my choices make me happy, the devil smiles back. He always does.
My thoughts ,
For my pleasure,
Made for the moment ,
The after too,
An overplay of words,
I Like the way the brain assures the mind ,
Of more opinion is his distant voice , he is whole. My mind is one now.
One.
Honesty is quiet challanging , this evening He broke up with me ~ this ...a major breakup.
He has my image , never shares my hurting.
Until today His name I uttered in belief
Not once has He ever talked back ,never toasted to my achievements.
Can't lie I switch sides ,to he who is darker.
This other side they say is worse ,
You say he is of sin , the defination of it.
Atleast he understand failure is god-given.
I try to find wisdom in hate, everything negative. I complement the devil ,he never cast a stone at me - am no sinner!
This side is not bound by beliefs
I dare a challange. He is dark in complexion and in action
A deal is only good if both parties feel they gave up something , but what good is it if all life is lived in fear of messing His masterplan..... By messing with it I'm not missing a realistic illusion to my fantasies. In His scriptures they argue of His control over my future , I doubt it. What I do, did he plan it ? Certainly not ; what I do does not please the church, the doctrines, even the crowds sway away from my kind. ! But my choices make me happy, the devil smiles back. He always does.
My thoughts ,
For my pleasure,
Made for the moment ,
The after too,
An overplay of words,
I Like the way the brain assures the mind ,
Of more opinion is his distant voice , he is whole. My mind is one now.
One.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Mine , drink.
This is my honorary drink /
I'll drink till the voices in my head cease to smell /
To the skies and higher I aim by sipping my drink/
She'll take a ride on my magic stick even only if am drunk /
Its not that I won't stop ,its just that won't stop sipping/
This drink is my connect to them /
My drink i pour to the ground in respect to the bygones /
If I could take any pain from the past I'd consult my drink/
In every hangover I wish I could go right back to that drinkin spree/
With my drink I take a trip above /
I love my drink more than I love this wife /
One more drink and ugly is super to cute/
This drink the closest I ever got to heaven.
I drink to rediscover myself, make crazy noise /
I thank the dead discoverers of this drink /
It is through this drink that I value they/
They drink with me irrespective of the times, they are the cherishable kind/
This drink is the best shadow to time.
Over and over they say it ill of my drink ,
They preach of its adverse effects to the human health. If truth is to be absolute then I'd vow my support to this drink.
This drink inflates the mind with passion to relate with hard realities. My drink takes the edge off , I don't have to concentrate -just sip and enjoy the brrrr ...effect.
Drinking is my marriage to the moment!
One.
I'll drink till the voices in my head cease to smell /
To the skies and higher I aim by sipping my drink/
She'll take a ride on my magic stick even only if am drunk /
Its not that I won't stop ,its just that won't stop sipping/
This drink is my connect to them /
My drink i pour to the ground in respect to the bygones /
If I could take any pain from the past I'd consult my drink/
In every hangover I wish I could go right back to that drinkin spree/
With my drink I take a trip above /
I love my drink more than I love this wife /
One more drink and ugly is super to cute/
This drink the closest I ever got to heaven.
I drink to rediscover myself, make crazy noise /
I thank the dead discoverers of this drink /
It is through this drink that I value they/
They drink with me irrespective of the times, they are the cherishable kind/
This drink is the best shadow to time.
Over and over they say it ill of my drink ,
They preach of its adverse effects to the human health. If truth is to be absolute then I'd vow my support to this drink.
This drink inflates the mind with passion to relate with hard realities. My drink takes the edge off , I don't have to concentrate -just sip and enjoy the brrrr ...effect.
Drinking is my marriage to the moment!
One.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Øyc.
The first impression gazed my eyes,
Her ass superlative to her clique ,
She could swing, she could impose attention to they ,
We who couldn't but look in admiration ,
Because of a lack of better alternative maybe ,
I call her oyc ,a queen to my unravelled fantasy.
Her small eyes too innocent for my wild fantasies /
With a smile of a thousand angels /
The face well ointted to complement her unrivalled complexion /
Mmmh... the physic enough foreplay to watch /
I call her oyc , a queen to my unravelled fantasy/
They say fingerprints never fade from what we touch , she and I then should forever be /
In her sweet chest I'd believe I'm encrypted to forever remain /
She is my friend , his ultimate QUEEN /
She is oyc a friend to me/
There is love to every heart /
And there is a cherishable FRIEND to every heart /
Oyc is mine the friend I mean /
Again I dubb her OYC!/
One. The first impression gazed my eyes,
Her ass superlative to her clique ,
She could swing, she could impose attention to they ,
We who couldn't but look in admiration ,
Because of a lack of better alternative maybe ,
I call her oyc ,a queen to my unravelled fantasy.
Her small eyes too innocent for my wild fantasies /
With a smile of a thousand angels /
The face well ointted to complement her unrivalled complexion /
Mmmh... the physic enough foreplay to watch /
I call her oyc , a queen to my unravelled fantasy/
They say fingerprints never fade from what we touch , she and I then should forever be /
In her sweet chest I'd believe I'm encrypted to forever remain /
She is my friend , his ultimate QUEEN /
She is oyc a friend to me/
There is love to every heart /
And there is a cherishable FRIEND to every heart /
Oyc is mine the friend I mean /
Again I dubb her OYC!/
One.
Her ass superlative to her clique ,
She could swing, she could impose attention to they ,
We who couldn't but look in admiration ,
Because of a lack of better alternative maybe ,
I call her oyc ,a queen to my unravelled fantasy.
Her small eyes too innocent for my wild fantasies /
With a smile of a thousand angels /
The face well ointted to complement her unrivalled complexion /
Mmmh... the physic enough foreplay to watch /
I call her oyc , a queen to my unravelled fantasy/
They say fingerprints never fade from what we touch , she and I then should forever be /
In her sweet chest I'd believe I'm encrypted to forever remain /
She is my friend , his ultimate QUEEN /
She is oyc a friend to me/
There is love to every heart /
And there is a cherishable FRIEND to every heart /
Oyc is mine the friend I mean /
Again I dubb her OYC!/
One. The first impression gazed my eyes,
Her ass superlative to her clique ,
She could swing, she could impose attention to they ,
We who couldn't but look in admiration ,
Because of a lack of better alternative maybe ,
I call her oyc ,a queen to my unravelled fantasy.
Her small eyes too innocent for my wild fantasies /
With a smile of a thousand angels /
The face well ointted to complement her unrivalled complexion /
Mmmh... the physic enough foreplay to watch /
I call her oyc , a queen to my unravelled fantasy/
They say fingerprints never fade from what we touch , she and I then should forever be /
In her sweet chest I'd believe I'm encrypted to forever remain /
She is my friend , his ultimate QUEEN /
She is oyc a friend to me/
There is love to every heart /
And there is a cherishable FRIEND to every heart /
Oyc is mine the friend I mean /
Again I dubb her OYC!/
One.
Friday, February 11, 2011
My valentine.
This valentines I apologise to her ,
I tried to be genuine, truthful ,loving. ...
My intentions subject to my unwarranted actions.
I would like my explanation to hold and she to give me a spot in her thoughts ,
My pride my directive to my misfortune ,
'How she and I would be the most ideal epitome of St. Valentines. '
But how hopless my fantasies be.
Candles light every street acknowledging this idea of love ,
I hide at this parallel dark-filthy end ,
Thoughts sprint tirelessly in my medulla,
Self- Pity and guilt take prime ,
This path I've chosen ,certainly not my preferred one.
I'd do extremes to undo my mistakes ,give her a bouquet of chocolate-scented roses.
Treat her like the queen she is ,the lady of my century.
Big dreams big risks _ I dial to utter my apology
Hope the good God listens ....
.....
.......there's a victory in every loss they say , I doubt it.
There is no country for cheats , for me and me.
My heartfelt apology is denied , my pride stucked up my ass.
Everything is at a standstill, the heart is too slow too confused to beat.
My eyes too watery to enjoy the apparent beautiful view.
The brain is locked can't see a further horizon of hope.
Life is no more reason to celebrate ,she defined it.
This liver is forever failing _no solace in alcohol.
Its a horizon I lose to , can't learn to overcome this fear ,
I am off balance.
Maybe am unique , life goes on
People say no , time turns the world moves on
Now I have a free spirit that has no regret in loving her.
Under the sun this wound will heal , ..
One.
I tried to be genuine, truthful ,loving. ...
My intentions subject to my unwarranted actions.
I would like my explanation to hold and she to give me a spot in her thoughts ,
My pride my directive to my misfortune ,
'How she and I would be the most ideal epitome of St. Valentines. '
But how hopless my fantasies be.
Candles light every street acknowledging this idea of love ,
I hide at this parallel dark-filthy end ,
Thoughts sprint tirelessly in my medulla,
Self- Pity and guilt take prime ,
This path I've chosen ,certainly not my preferred one.
I'd do extremes to undo my mistakes ,give her a bouquet of chocolate-scented roses.
Treat her like the queen she is ,the lady of my century.
Big dreams big risks _ I dial to utter my apology
Hope the good God listens ....
.....
.......there's a victory in every loss they say , I doubt it.
There is no country for cheats , for me and me.
My heartfelt apology is denied , my pride stucked up my ass.
Everything is at a standstill, the heart is too slow too confused to beat.
My eyes too watery to enjoy the apparent beautiful view.
The brain is locked can't see a further horizon of hope.
Life is no more reason to celebrate ,she defined it.
This liver is forever failing _no solace in alcohol.
Its a horizon I lose to , can't learn to overcome this fear ,
I am off balance.
Maybe am unique , life goes on
People say no , time turns the world moves on
Now I have a free spirit that has no regret in loving her.
Under the sun this wound will heal , ..
One.
Friday, January 7, 2011
,.???.x~
A broken man is a broken heart,
A womans virtue is a mans greatest pride ,
A complete man has a name and a reputation to uphold,
An angry man is a desperate man,
A normal man is a nerd a geek , A person that is fairly intact within and without ,
A man is no boy , he never loses control , prioritizes on prey,
A mans greatest commitment is cure to promiscuity~ marriage.
A woman to a man is both an asset and a liability,
Every woman is a part of some mans food web....
A woman undeniably is a mans mother and sister,
Any woman to a man is the sequel to Eve ; a liar a cheat and stupid.
They are as good as they come and worse than they think,
Women to men are little boys without motivation.
Since 01 BC to date they remain inferior They have an expiration date - .
A lady at best is a mans fairer imagination.
When he finds the fairer he deposits,
The depositee is usually as good as its grip and as fine as her dip ,
They loathe the men ,the men relive their ages all lifetime
They have perceptions to illusions never reality.
Women are creatures of habit, a perceptive breed short of ideals.
One.
A womans virtue is a mans greatest pride ,
A complete man has a name and a reputation to uphold,
An angry man is a desperate man,
A normal man is a nerd a geek , A person that is fairly intact within and without ,
A man is no boy , he never loses control , prioritizes on prey,
A mans greatest commitment is cure to promiscuity~ marriage.
A woman to a man is both an asset and a liability,
Every woman is a part of some mans food web....
A woman undeniably is a mans mother and sister,
Any woman to a man is the sequel to Eve ; a liar a cheat and stupid.
They are as good as they come and worse than they think,
Women to men are little boys without motivation.
Since 01 BC to date they remain inferior They have an expiration date - .
A lady at best is a mans fairer imagination.
When he finds the fairer he deposits,
The depositee is usually as good as its grip and as fine as her dip ,
They loathe the men ,the men relive their ages all lifetime
They have perceptions to illusions never reality.
Women are creatures of habit, a perceptive breed short of ideals.
One.
My 'pen '.
This pen was given to me by him when I was knee-high, it is unique and another of its kind. It writes with bloody ink, wrote in my heart my first fling . My pen is just as thoughtful as I am , can chronologically list my thoughts. In my dreams this pen can paint her on a sheet of paper. This pen my parallel.
This pen links bad & good , pasts & presents , today & tomorrow.
This pen binds in marriage , and detaches in death,
Only this pen promulgates a constitution
this pen relays a persons thoughts to an examiner
And by this pen one is graded, this pen is a judge of wits and genius.
This pen has written history, signed on monetary paper ,
This pen is for both the elite and peasants alike
This pen has a life of its own, a system of itself
The pen has more lives than a cats
A pen can be ressucitated to living upon system attack.
This pen is the key to literacy, key to universal oneness , stability and development.
By this pen deals are brokered,
And by my pen I relay my thoughts to you , with your pen you can hope.
One.
This pen links bad & good , pasts & presents , today & tomorrow.
This pen binds in marriage , and detaches in death,
Only this pen promulgates a constitution
this pen relays a persons thoughts to an examiner
And by this pen one is graded, this pen is a judge of wits and genius.
This pen has written history, signed on monetary paper ,
This pen is for both the elite and peasants alike
This pen has a life of its own, a system of itself
The pen has more lives than a cats
A pen can be ressucitated to living upon system attack.
This pen is the key to literacy, key to universal oneness , stability and development.
By this pen deals are brokered,
And by my pen I relay my thoughts to you , with your pen you can hope.
One.
Monday, January 3, 2011
NO!
What is to come is still unsure ,always unsure ;
She traded integrity for security when she could have said no. Now her body hurtfully feels betrayed, an empty shell devoid of expectation. Time and time again she gave away her body when she could have said NO.
Now she wants more out of life , says NO over and over but he she loved more than herself. Illusions of love cloud her NO cry. He doesn't listen , pins her down forces his way through, dips in whenever he prefers.
In her mind an empty pursuit of ugly beauty wishing to hear the truth when she least needs it.
In truth she is an unfortunate case of misplaced priorities ; the results of saying YES when NO is ideal.
NO is a most complete word, a word that is never deep enough for their acceptance but arguably the greatest shield a human can possess. Does she have to say YES until they've had enough?
One.
She traded integrity for security when she could have said no. Now her body hurtfully feels betrayed, an empty shell devoid of expectation. Time and time again she gave away her body when she could have said NO.
Now she wants more out of life , says NO over and over but he she loved more than herself. Illusions of love cloud her NO cry. He doesn't listen , pins her down forces his way through, dips in whenever he prefers.
In her mind an empty pursuit of ugly beauty wishing to hear the truth when she least needs it.
In truth she is an unfortunate case of misplaced priorities ; the results of saying YES when NO is ideal.
NO is a most complete word, a word that is never deep enough for their acceptance but arguably the greatest shield a human can possess. Does she have to say YES until they've had enough?
One.
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