I have no idea wat to thnk nw! Ths whole love nt love scene jus drives me nutts! Nicest thng is i dnt knw a soul to tell n nt be bitten!
Who made me ths way anyway! Am no pessimist but i thnk i have to admit ths have nt been going on okay for a while now, am alone in my head, in life. I dnt knw if i really have wat's in my hand! Dnt knw if the crops in my garden have died on my watch. So am jus quiet. Here in my office of sorts. Wondering, if indeed wat i hope for, has any hope at all!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Damn heart
I have no idea wat to thnk nw! Ths whole love nt love scene jus drives me nutts! Nicest thng is i dnt knw a soul to tell n nt be bitten!
Who made me ths way anyway! Am no pessimist but i thnk i have to admit ths have nt been going on okay for a while now, am alone in my head, in life. I dnt knw if i really have wat's in my hand! Dnt knw if the crops in my garden have died on my watch. So am jus quiet. Here in my office of sorts. Wondering, if indeed wat i hope for, has any hope at all!
Who made me ths way anyway! Am no pessimist but i thnk i have to admit ths have nt been going on okay for a while now, am alone in my head, in life. I dnt knw if i really have wat's in my hand! Dnt knw if the crops in my garden have died on my watch. So am jus quiet. Here in my office of sorts. Wondering, if indeed wat i hope for, has any hope at all!
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Today
Today i watchd as a spontaneous abortion, knwn to many as a miscarriage took place. Ths female was shivering, moaning rolling. Tears run down her face as she sweated and twistd, then was the gush of fluid, then sme more moaning and grinding. Then sme more, then fluid, the the head of a micro baby cme forth! After it was out, the fluid cme again. Some more shaking, moaning, patient seemed to be in shock! Then the placenta, sme water, sme dilute blood. And the heaving stoppd, she was okay.
Moral: it cn b realy hard smetyms. U thnk surely ths is going to kill sth or me! And every1 cn testify that ya, ths is a goner. But after u have sufferd a little whyl, u'll b jus fine!
Moral: it cn b realy hard smetyms. U thnk surely ths is going to kill sth or me! And every1 cn testify that ya, ths is a goner. But after u have sufferd a little whyl, u'll b jus fine!
Friday, July 3, 2009
Little feet
The labour of the father is for the child and that of the child is for the father until the child has a child. I saw a little girl run to her daddy, excited to tell him about the neighbour's puppy that she thinks has supper powers! Daddy daddy. T should have seen it jump the hoop it even almost climbed the tree? Do you think it can fly. Children. Precious aren't they.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Becoming.....?
How is it that two conflicting realities can occur in the same space and yet not cancel each other! confused don't be! Ever heard of the say that "we become like what we love". you are thinking true dat. A person who thinks God is some stern judge who is waiting to punish our every weakness, u find generally, will be as critical as criticism itself thinking for some reason that he is in fact representing God!
However another say which i have found to be true says "we become what we hate". here again we find that a boy with an abusive father who hurts his mother and the boy will grow to hate this thing and purpose not to be anything like his father! But like a complete fool you find that he batters his wife just like his father did his mother. And so came the saying like father like son!
some one i interested in the discussion on this subject said the reason for the later was that the person in that instance did not hate what they hated enough! That if the son, for example, should have hated what his father was much more and then he would have found himself not in the same box!
However in my view, that is after i thought on these two seemingly conflicting patterns which are simultaneously true but fail to cancel each other out, was that the truth is that these theories in fact support each other! tis is not drawn form the weak theory that there is a thin line between love and hate!
i think that we in fact we ultimately become what we love. a father loving his father ends up just like his father. Yes you may claim to hate what your daddy did and all your daddy was all bout but deep down inside you love the man who to you for the most part spells hero and all those words we attach to our daddies. same applying to mommy.
so what we become is indeed what we love, what we hate in it and what we love.
However another say which i have found to be true says "we become what we hate". here again we find that a boy with an abusive father who hurts his mother and the boy will grow to hate this thing and purpose not to be anything like his father! But like a complete fool you find that he batters his wife just like his father did his mother. And so came the saying like father like son!
some one i interested in the discussion on this subject said the reason for the later was that the person in that instance did not hate what they hated enough! That if the son, for example, should have hated what his father was much more and then he would have found himself not in the same box!
However in my view, that is after i thought on these two seemingly conflicting patterns which are simultaneously true but fail to cancel each other out, was that the truth is that these theories in fact support each other! tis is not drawn form the weak theory that there is a thin line between love and hate!
i think that we in fact we ultimately become what we love. a father loving his father ends up just like his father. Yes you may claim to hate what your daddy did and all your daddy was all bout but deep down inside you love the man who to you for the most part spells hero and all those words we attach to our daddies. same applying to mommy.
so what we become is indeed what we love, what we hate in it and what we love.
Friday, February 27, 2009
writing
writing has seemed to be my forte up until now. i was asked to write for a magazine... of course this guy read my poetry and thought i could do prose just as well. i find that its hard for me to write about health without making it seem like a poem in essay form. so i've been battling with it for the past 2 days. and you can imagine he wants it by monday......
Friday, February 13, 2009
desire.. what do i....
i thought today about what i want and compared it to what i really want
i don't want what i want
lets say today
when i smiled at my lover and took in a long drag of his scent
allowed his being to excite mine
allowed this man to steal sense from my nerves and craze up my entire chemistry
i found that this......
i don't want even though i want it so
so what do i want?
the simple niceties of love?
the meaning of the purposes we invent for ourselves
the joys of the simple things we forget
to see what men rarely glance at twice and discover the glory of a cowering soul
hidden in the persona of an independent strong being whos eems to have no sweet tooth
no heart to ache
one who seems too strong to be so
living is simple
now i sit across from one who desires me
not in selfish ambition but truly, i dare say madly and deeply
and though i wouldn't say it aloud
i want
i want
i want
i don't want what i want
lets say today
when i smiled at my lover and took in a long drag of his scent
allowed his being to excite mine
allowed this man to steal sense from my nerves and craze up my entire chemistry
i found that this......
i don't want even though i want it so
so what do i want?
the simple niceties of love?
the meaning of the purposes we invent for ourselves
the joys of the simple things we forget
to see what men rarely glance at twice and discover the glory of a cowering soul
hidden in the persona of an independent strong being whos eems to have no sweet tooth
no heart to ache
one who seems too strong to be so
living is simple
now i sit across from one who desires me
not in selfish ambition but truly, i dare say madly and deeply
and though i wouldn't say it aloud
i want
i want
i want
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
it all started.......
this all started as a place where i write my poetry.. now i want to write a less defined kind of thing.
so i thought today about a friend of mine who was hoping to begin dating some one he described as a lovely woman... hum some choice of words that is. because u see in the beginning God did say i created a woman not a chic or a girl... and so the perfection of a female is to be a woman
and then lovely humm... can i just say that this is a tender description that doesn't labor so much to explain but yet in steals for us a glance at the softness ansd sweetness of the sentiments he has for her
call me a romantic i think its cool that he called her that... not to mention how many times.
there goes another day and another beautiful female has run off with the heart of an unsuspecting man. and he is happy
to all the ladies out there who are the woman behind their man the strength he has found reliable. kudos.
love came softly on a bus........
so i thought today about a friend of mine who was hoping to begin dating some one he described as a lovely woman... hum some choice of words that is. because u see in the beginning God did say i created a woman not a chic or a girl... and so the perfection of a female is to be a woman
and then lovely humm... can i just say that this is a tender description that doesn't labor so much to explain but yet in steals for us a glance at the softness ansd sweetness of the sentiments he has for her
call me a romantic i think its cool that he called her that... not to mention how many times.
there goes another day and another beautiful female has run off with the heart of an unsuspecting man. and he is happy
to all the ladies out there who are the woman behind their man the strength he has found reliable. kudos.
love came softly on a bus........
Monday, January 12, 2009
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