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.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
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.
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