A new world

Inspired by this speech here…

Im sorry, but I dont want to be a player. That is not my business. I do not want to lie or decieve anyone. I shall like to help every girl if possible. Fat girl, white girl, brown and sexy. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other happiness, not by each others misery. We do not want to hate and despise one another. In this heart there is room for everyone and this mind is rich, and can provide entertainment for everyone. The way of love can be free and beautiful. But we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned mens souls. Has barricaded the world with hate. Has goosestepped us into heartbreak and despair. We have developed speed but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery/technology that gives abundance of time has left us in want of it. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than technology we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, love will be violent and all will be lost/lust. The mobile phone and the internet have brought man and woman closer together. The very nature of thes inventions cries out for the goodness in men, cries out for universal love and for the unity of us all. For the women who can read this I say, do not despair. The misery that is now upon you is but the passing of mens greed. The bitterness of men who fear the way of fidelity. The hate of men who will pass, and die. The power they took from you, will return to you. And so long as they die, love will never perish. Women, do not give your love to brutes! Men who despise you enslave you, who regiment your lives! Tell you what to do what to think and what to feel! Who drill you diet you, treat you like cattle! Dont give yourselves to these unnatural men! Machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are women! You carry the hope of humanity in your wombs! You do not hate. Only the unloved hate. The unloved and the unnatural. Women, dont fight for slavery, fight for love! You the women have the power! The power to create life! The power to create happiness! You the women have the power to make this life free and beautiful. The power to make this life a wondeful adventure. Then in the name of love, use that power, unite! Fight for a new world. A decent world, that will give you the future and old age a security. Fight to free the world, all women. Fight to have a world of reason. Fight to have world of love.

A case of miss-taken identity…

My goodness! Once again I repeat a phrase I have gone so long without uttering. This weak(end) was quite the roller coaster ride. Filled with ups and downs. I guess I’ll start with the good news-Montys! This is like liquor heaven….a foster home for good spirits only! Damn them demons spirits kibao and company to hell! On Friday I picked my whole-ee spirits, two bottles of White Mischief vodka. The three of us left to live happily weak(end) after in my most humble abode. As we know, vodka my long lost love, thins my blood to levels where no rhyme or reason is applied to any of my thoughts. But who needs reason or rhyme? Natural ignorance is the key to happiness. Good health is important yes but ignorance is the key. Too much rhyme or reason and were doomed. In the past, I have been accused of never caring for my significant other to a sufficient degree. My accusers evidenced this by bringing up things like infidelity, flirtatious texts or plain ignorance etcetera etcetera. Rubbish I thought to myself. I undergo deep affections….I tried to write them poetry, kiss them passionately, speak to their souls during ‘la petite mort’ sex and what-not but it all served to make me look like an experienced liar and a fraud. Someone who wanted to look like he loved but secretly did not care. Well this past weak(end), I got accused of the opposite. Quite the surprise I might add. I fancy a girl and my God shes pretty. Beauty as a word is elementary when in reference to her. Whats more, she is as interesting as she is pretty. Do I like her? Sure. Can she hurt me? I highly doubt it. Though she kept claiming that she would hurt me and that she doesnt want to give me any false hope. That right there confused me….. false hope. What were my hopes I asked myself. To go out with her? Far from it. I had no hopes. I was a moth drawn to a UV light. Hypnotized yes, but not completely unaware of the ramifications of liking such a girl. A future with such a girl is definitely out of the question for me. If you’re a watchman and you win an Mercedes S-Class in a promotion, realistically speaking, what is thee most sensible thing for him to do? I would say to sell it, because of what value is a luxury car to him anyway?! Much like the value of a girl such as herself to me. She may be too prized a possession for a mere mortal such as myself to keep. To fantasize about being with here is courting danger and hence I do not delude myself into thinking there is a future. The Greeks called them Sirens. The would lure sailors with their sweet voices and hypnotized, they would steer their ships to crash into the rocks where they died. Ii don’t need to learn through a series of hard knocks, I paid attention to their example and learn through that. But to be in her presence, with her dazzling all my senses, well theres no harm in that. She holds my hand and its a connection enough for me, she speaks and its music, she moves as time stands still….would I do a whole lot more? Damn skippy, but I’m shy and furthermore, well who the fuck knows, it just isn’t in the realm of possible. Well I met her this past weak(end). My bravado stance was rendered legless by the copious amounts of vodka still dictating affairs within me with iron fists. In essence all I really wanted to do was to taste her lips, taste her neck and get lost in conversation between hello and goodbye…not so much steal her away from her man and elope. Instead she talked, and I listened, only stealing a glance or two at her lips. In the end, what she said was to the tune of, ‘My friend, you like me too much. Tone it down. I have a man.’ A perfect catch-22 for me because I wouldn’t want anyone to leave their man. No not at all. I would much prefer he kept her. The rest, I feel LL in ‘Hey love’ or J cole in ‘Dreams‘ pretty much how I feel verbatim……listen to Dreams.

Devoid of punctuation

A shine exceeding enamel skin that is leading caramel to brown sound of me pleading as I fall to the ground bleeding I was lost now I find feelings the same and with joy I abound as hour glass physique where black pants and ass meet is where ugly sleeps and sexy is on repeat  repeat repeat minds race and hearts skip beats beats beats…..

To be finished later

Treat em mean to keep em keen….

That is all you need to know. Those were also the words of a friend of mine last night. I laughed hard but still gave him heed as he explained this further. He said and I quote, ‘Women need to be treated badly. Its for their own good! Listen, if women were treated right, they would never know who to love. But if the first six guys treat her like shit, she sure is going to love number seven. And who doesnt want to love?”. This is it I thought! Could this be so hard wired into our instinct that men treat women ‘badly’ subconsciously??? Are we actually just playing out our
God given role and the female sex victimize us for keeping with the programme?! Now I’m torn between seeing a woman upset or keeping with the paradigm shift. Her tears are just temporary….much like a surgeons scalpel hurts but is still necessary to remove a cancer. Health results much like love results from our misdeeds. If you are a man seeking solace for your actions, please, buy into this philosophy. You are playing your part! With that, I must get back to work…….

I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time.
What do you get at the end of it? A Death. What’s
that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards.
You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you
live in an old age home. You get kicked out when
you’re too young, you get a gold watch and you
go
to work. You work forty years until you’re young
enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs,
alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school.
You go to grade school, you become a kid, you
play, you have no responsibilities. You become a
little baby, you go back into the womb, spend your
last nine months floating… and you finish off as an
orgasm.
- George Carlin

I’m back!!

5 or so ardent readers, I’m back! My vocabulary has even deteriorated. Well a post is in order and it shall be done on Friday…..

BIOLOGY, PHYSICS, CHEMISTRY, MATH & HISTORY….

I’m tired of awkward mornings,
After nights of wasting semen.
I’d prefer lonely nights,
Instead of looking for you in other women.
Tired of ignoring the warnings,
Only to wake up in despair,
And the realisation that what we had,
No one can share.
Its not rocket science,
Its rather quite simple…..
Rockets fire as I stroke your right nipple,
Like in BIOLOGY, synapses and relapses firing into nerve wracking endings,
(And some not-so-happy endings)
Into PHYSICS where we derived the laws of E-Motion,
And our CHEMISTRY led to covalent bonds of devotion.
Bonds subject to only simple MATH.
Where one over two is infidelitys aftermath.
So many subjects, though I only miss one,
I hope she misses me…..
And that i haven’t faded to HISTORY.

If you love something, and let it go, and it doesn’t come back……you’re a dumbass!

You’ll never truly understand,
How much I feel for you,
Because all the things i show or give
Are little or few.

Deep in my heart,
Love for you abounds.
Even through the silence when we’re apart,
It STILL resounds.

I am but a boy,
Rotting in lifes jail cell
Where life excludes joy,
And nothing ever goes well.

So because of the few things I have,
I must let you leave.
And go to someone who’ll provide,
All the things I couldnt give.

Colours love to kiss your skin….

You know I’d keep it bright for you,
But I’d also BLACKout the light for you.
BLUE-out the sky for you,
Because the moonlight loves to highlight your skin.
Light up the night-YELLOW in the midst of blue.
Fire up the engines as traffic lights go GREEN,
And screw out the sigh from you until you scream.
WHITE out the lies told to true,
And because hue loves to kiss you,
I’ll keep them all radiant for you.
RED hearts could only agree,
That I heart you….

Mandela

I want to be free,
Of this life of hypocrisy where people constantly lie,
And frienships borne eventually die.
I want to be free,
From the subliminal views media spread,
And the wicked thoughts concocted in my head.
I want to be free,
From this cold look of face,
That no smile has ever dared replace.
I want to be free,
From tears that escape with life,
And though they take no form,
They are built with misery & strife
Fueled by scorn,
They flow down my cold face,
Yet still they remain warm,
And reproduction they embrace.
I want to be free,
To show those I love that I care unceasingly.
I want to be free,
I savour the taste of it!
But those with the lock and key,
Wouldnt dare conceive of it,
And I remain in captivity.