tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89914509303381024392024-02-01T23:33:25.538-08:00tHe ScRiBe...Chosen GenerationdScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.comBlogger123125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-90349002007134697412008-12-31T12:40:00.000-08:002008-12-31T13:03:25.046-08:00this last day of '08<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">...What a year! Ups, downs, like a roller coaster... Heavy lessons at the many turns<br />
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I learned... Friendship is a GAME, Love isn't.<br />
I learned... Wisdom is OFTEN scorned<br />
I learned... Truth is MOSTLY ignored<br />
I learned... Forgiveness and HOW to LeT GO<br />
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I loved...<br />
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So I thank all the special people who Were, who Are, who Will be and who MAY be... I thank you because with good or bad who taught me lessons this year.<br />
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In light of our squabbles, I am grateful for the scorn<br />
And through the past troubles, how you held me in your arm<br />
When "it" blinded me, how you helped me see<br />
How you made me cherish the me I forgot so desperately<br />
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And to the ones who left and returned,<br />
the ones I pushed off but still pressed on,<br />
the ones who used and maybe abused... thank you<br />
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You who responded before I called,<br />
it seemed like you were just always there<br />
from January 1... the lover, the encourager,<br />
the one we could all call brother (or sister)/lover/friend --<br />
Thank you<br />
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I love you with all my heart....<br />
May we all have an awesome 2009!!!<br />
I cannot fully express how grateful I am that<br />
we started... or ended this year...<br />
I LOVE You way more than you can imagine!!!!</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">2009 IS OUR YEAR OF JOYYY!!!</span>dScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-53148241383438099372008-12-18T06:35:00.000-08:002008-12-18T06:48:50.659-08:00Thoughts of my passion...<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">How will it be?</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Not like I'm going from pleasure to uncertainty</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I mean, I'm quite familiar with the expectations</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Question is, Am I ready? </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">For this, for that</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">For heat, for rats?</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Am I ready for disorganized confusion...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">or is there some organization in that disorganization?</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Am I ready to be comfortable with</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">the stark raving inequalities<br />madness</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">To accept the dirt and dust-</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">like I'm accustomed to it, when I'm clearly not?</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">My biggest concern is - the people, my people</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">How will I deal with their brash mannerisms</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">and uncouthness</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">How will I endure the feferious humbugs?</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">No, I am not any better, more honest or any more civilized</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">but I have grown unaccustomed to these things i</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />lived free of for a sextet </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I am nervous and afraid because I love them</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I am afraid that they may not love me back</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">or they may have a strange way of showing it...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Or maybe the conditions surrounding have</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">suppressed their emotions</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Now all they live for is self -- selfish ambition</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Or maybe if I am extremely humble</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">with the lowest of expectations for my</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">brothers and sisters --</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I'll be just fine.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Enter unnoticed, suffer in silence</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">grow accustomed and eventually join the pack...</span>dScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-80039801291768952502008-12-02T11:50:00.000-08:002008-12-02T11:51:17.961-08:00December Greetings...Wishing you all an AWESOME December!! <br />
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God bless ... <br />
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brbdScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-70720112202700176722008-11-04T22:22:00.000-08:002008-11-04T22:25:57.635-08:00History Made<span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Barack Obama</strong> is the 1st African American President of the</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">United</span> <span style="color:#000099;">States</span> of <span style="color:#ffffff;">Ame</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">rica</span><span style="color:#006600;">... <strong>Yes We Can</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;">and we shall... Amen</span>dScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-10856630120252959192008-11-01T18:31:00.000-07:002008-11-01T19:14:48.067-07:00NOVEEMMMMMMMMMMBBBBERRR!!God is AWESOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEE!!!!!<br />
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He said October would be Awesome and it was cos He is!!!!! Right now, I'm jamming some JesusJams and praising cos. this Papa God is the greatest awesommmesssstttt evverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... if u ain't widdim, u bera join d train mayynnneeee... <br />
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Congrats 2 my padi gettin married dis mnth and to all the folks who got engaged (wink wink) or married last mnth -- may my own Papa God continually lead u in Jesus name -- AMENNN!!!<br />
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So, I've been so buuuussssssyyyy... hence the no-updating.. sorry avid readers... i should be back in full force soonest, amen.<br />
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Now for NOVEMBER... I pronounceeeeee NUMEROUS BLESSINGS FOR YOU ALL!! God will do the impossible for you this month just REMEMBER to give Him the HIGHEST and LOUDEST praise... <br />
no -- matter -- what! :D<br />
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Ouddie mehnnn...dScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-29877978125235878692008-09-30T13:51:00.000-07:002008-09-30T14:37:23.490-07:00October begins in...<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Greetings All...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I failed to wish you all a Super September at the beginning of this month.. you have my sincerest apologies... I'm sure it was Super anyway... This month has been very interesting for me, in good ways and bad ways... I give God ALLL the glory, for his awesome mercies and unconditional love... So, hows it been for you?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Couple of things: CONGRATULATIONS to all the September Weds and Engag-ees!!! May your union be forever and fruitful indeed! Also the new moms or newly delivered moms and dads! Congrats!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >So.. October begins in a couple of hours.... here goes... some new stuff.. in an effort to become more knowledgeable in technology, I am committing to one tech blog every week.. so help me God... I also need to loose my tummy... some weight sha.. so thats another personal project... </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >It seems like theres soooooooooooo much to do and not enough time in a day to accomplish all, but with God, all things are possible...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I'm really focused on the priZe - Heaven and others... I miss Olufemi tremendously... I'm gettin used to the absence sha.. did i mention i have A LOOTT on my plate? </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >God is good... Love Him, Serve Him, don't try to handle your business by yourself cos it may look like you're doing good now.. but in the long run.. trust me, you'll fail woefully..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I wrote like two poems yesterday.. enjoy one of them... still untitled.. mayBe you can help me title it ;)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Who can write a poem about nothing?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >surely, we all </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >can set out to - but</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >When the pen tip kisses a surface</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >meaninglessness is lost</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >there is futility in trying</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >because - this piece evolves</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >when the offspring of </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >ink and paper's romance...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >multiples and multiples</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >maybe in a ramble, a route-less turnabout</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >maybe a twisted beginning, an abrupt end</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >a tactless middle</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >surely </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >that</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > cannot be about nothing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >So tell me, who </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >can</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > write a poem about nothing?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >and succeed in convincing us that it is</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >-not like a love affair that did not</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >end up in marriage; not a journey, unplanned for</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >an exercise of consciousness</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >an attempt to cause a repression -</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >of faculties...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >so what can i call this?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >this piece.....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >a poem about, a poem about nothing?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">cos it still lies unwritten..........</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >May October OVERFLOW with many great goodies for you and your family... Amen! Stay blessed always!!!!!!</span><br /></span>dScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-68757242241305760942008-09-19T09:08:00.000-07:002008-09-19T15:18:55.509-07:00....another matter<span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">i can longer ask, "how do you do that?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">because now I know...</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">i have become one of them,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">without question</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">I have gone far... but not all the way</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">far.. far enough to know that</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">we are on the same page.... I can relate</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">I can relate when you talk about those -</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">"other" things, the dirty things</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">because I have lost innocence in those matters</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">unfinished</span></span>dScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-75848404959746033112008-09-07T21:15:00.000-07:002008-09-15T14:15:30.907-07:00...the next chapter<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >i’m writing the next chapter…</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > of this thing we’ve termed love</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > The “not-so-sure-anymore” stage</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > The “why-me” stage</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > The “i’m-not-good-enough-for-you” stage</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> The QuEsTiOnS stage…<br />worsened by circumstances clearly seen<br />…<br />surety is best friends with doubt<br />confidence and confusion trudge hand-in-hand<br />Love is asking one word heavy queries like, “Really?”<br />packed with layers of choking difficulty -<br />uncalled and called for<br />… meaningless investigative dialogue<br />back-tracking to where the tree became a log<br />luscious beauty now may be a condemned necessity<br />What’s the learnable lesson?<br /><br />But this may not be she -<br />in her …totality<br />Will you ever know? Will I?<br /><br />Is this over?</span></div>dScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-30085043850108154402008-08-27T20:32:00.001-07:002008-08-28T00:00:38.822-07:00fonder heart<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">when care no longer suffices</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">we open our hearts to the deep longing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">of this present's crisis</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">when talk becomes mundane</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">we struggle to make special feelings</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">never seem plain</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">when we accept this distance,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">we embrace the hurt from its resistance</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">bear the consequences for refusing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">to accept the consequences</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">then love begins to hurt</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">and the heart beat becomes an impatient race</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">to the core of our religion - </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">our religion of love</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">then hopefully, we've passed the question stage</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">we continue to fight and embrace...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">this deep longing to</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">see, hold, watch, gaze, feel, touch</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">look, want, stop, give, take, go</span></span>dScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-10146103341439194972008-08-19T19:50:00.000-07:002008-08-19T20:01:53.052-07:00explaining …self<p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">you say its more than physical<br />I quite agree with you<br />it’s intellectual, morally spiritual<br />I don’t have to get used to you<br />so, I’m waiting<br />sometimes I’m wondering<br />as I have no reason to<br />ask questions like,<br />“why?”<span style=""></span><br />lol… I’m not <u>in</u> love…<br />I love<br />You. I must admit –<br />you got to chapter 13 while<br />i was still on 5<br />gave me a definition without words<br />to the authority I quoted later<br />and hereafter, just as before<o:p><br /></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">deep cynicism says you’re<br />fighting the feeling<br />the real feeling<br />but she’s only a whisper,<br />merely audible…<br />she’s also very unwilling to<br />spoil our present, future in sight or not<br />i’m blessed with the imperfection<br />that you are – now<br />there’s beauty in knowing you can<br />want what you don’t have and<br />love what you don’t have<br />even when you can’t have it…<br /><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;">08/08</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>dScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-35540720778340028862008-08-18T12:30:00.000-07:002008-08-18T12:38:32.354-07:00throwback...this poem has been on my mind.. probably learnt it in primary school or nursery... its crazy how these things stick...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">"someone came knocking at my wee small door</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">someone came knocking, i'm sure, sure, sure</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">i listened, i opened</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">i looked from left to right</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">but nought there was astiring in the still dark night</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">only the busy beetle tap, tapping on the wall</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">only from the forest, the still owl's call</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">now i know not who came knocking at all, at all, at all"</span>dScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-34383635870838904512008-08-17T22:53:00.000-07:002008-08-18T08:45:27.470-07:00love like He does<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >What i don't want to do is</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >have regrets over you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >over what we've had, still have</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >shared, still share</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >if tomorrow lets us...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >You don't fully understand what has happened</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >I don't either..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >it feels good though -</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >How my eyes are wide open</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >yet</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >the obvious is irrelevant</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >how my feelings scream louder than</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >this present's reality</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >How my imagination is not</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >oblivious to if-tomorrow-comes</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >And Baby, its strange how</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >I'm not pressed to convince you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >that He loves you, way more than</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >you love me</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Its not a struggle to not tell you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >that if you love Him first</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >you can love me - totally...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >You are a good man.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Love, I want to love you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >the way He's teaching me to</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >in totality, unconditionally...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >my only struggle is restraint</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >holding me back from</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >fully embracing unexplored feelings</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >unexplainable things</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >I love that you're unafraid to</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >love me and tell me you do</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >I only wish your feelings were</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >totally true...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Gosh whatever this is,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >its a strong one, plus this</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >thing telling me</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >your convictions are stronger than</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >the love you proclaim</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >I maintain...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >if you love Him</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >You'll love me more than you claim</span>dScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-38968088831724683742008-08-14T14:19:00.001-07:002008-08-14T14:22:24.666-07:00...<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">bone... my hair is BLACK!</span></span>dScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-47450662458682609502008-08-06T11:09:00.000-07:002008-08-06T11:17:26.391-07:00listen<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">inspired by M-I-B</span></span><br /><br /> <p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Listen... to the words I speak<br />And the reason I believe<br />We can do this<br />Listen… to the song I sing<br />And the beat I make that it melds to<br />Listen… to the sound of my heart<br />When it’s not intact as it races<br />Listen… to my queasy stomach<br />Taking a dump to release the filth<br />of life's faeces<br /></p><p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Listen</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br />Listen to me on this podium<br />Where I take the stand that was once stolen<br />When I hold up high my fist in the sky –<br />Heaven’s Microphone<br /><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">Listen</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br />To the sound of the avalanche of my tears falling<br />To the cacophony of movement – destination unknown<br />on both street sides calling<br />To confusion’s confusion of words that make no sense<br />or reason…</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br />Listen to me when I ramble<br />cos. I just might say something smart…</p>dScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-4248785901660569352008-08-04T10:58:00.000-07:002008-08-04T11:07:24.490-07:00Auspicious AuGuSt!<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">Did you know that another meaning 4 august is something that inspires respect and admiration...?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">I pray u have an Awesome month... with things that will cause all to admire and respect you.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">That August be an Amazing month, Astonishing & Amorous :)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">Amen!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >"like Jonah", coming soon</span>dScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-38242897350701026002008-07-01T07:34:00.000-07:002008-07-01T08:02:23.335-07:00JOYOUS JULY!<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">I pray you have a joyous, jubilant July and all your prayers answered...</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" ><br />ps: the scandal is very sad and shudn't be publicized...anonymous PLEASE stay away 4rm my blog. hisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss</span>dScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-4812908870487546202008-06-26T07:47:00.001-07:002008-06-26T07:47:55.457-07:00**sigh**Oliver De Coque.. dead? What is life??dScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-43681110661938822112008-06-17T10:42:00.000-07:002008-06-17T10:45:15.624-07:00since my literary juices are flowing....<p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Short Story <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p>My best friend’s ex was the one who opened the door. I hadn’t seen her since I got introduced to her… five weeks before they broke up. I remember her clearly, because, well because I’m very good at remembering faces. There wasn’t much to be said because these past weeks didn’t need much to say to escalate or diminish the impact of it.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">What transpired. transpired. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p>I wasn’t transfixed to one spot but apparently she was… maybe the stifling heat had all of sudden become breeze from a beach laced with romantic Indian songs, with my entrance. I took a seat because she hadn’t offered and we sat in silence … after she came out of her trance. I wasn’t wondering what was going through her mind, I was thinking of what I was doing and the complexity of trying to mend broken hearts. I was wondering if she remembered me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">See many times, I have tried to be the “hero” – save the world from matters arising from the blood-pumping chambers… I had had many fallouts, many… ok maybe few successes but they were successes. This one, this one seemed to be forming into what had become the norm for me these past years. Maybe it was time for me to settle down<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">xxx<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">My best friend’s ex finally found her voice, after clearing her throat countless times. She offered me red wine; I declined with a humorous excuse, which earned us both a laugh. With the ice broken, she proceeded to speak deeply; passionately about the affairs of things… she clearly didn’t remember me. My voice had become more familiar than my face – she couldn’t even look at it as she spoke. I knew why. Her eyes would betray the truth of the matter especially in this current position - me in the room with her. My eyes could probably tell all as well, but I was stronger; maybe not strong enough to not betray the other mystery.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Her words brought emotions only she could understand or maybe I just wasn’t paying attention… my mind still lost in the thoughts I had while she was in her trance. Only now the thoughts had modified to realization especially on the part of her not recalling my facial features. She was now in tears and weeping as she spoke. Her tears fell to her lips and she ate them, just like she ate the words that came out of her mouth. I was unmoved. My heart was not hardened, I was just unmoved. Maybe she was pretending… why did she not remember me? <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">30 minutes into this mild mêlée of emotions, my words calmed her and I found my body close to hers as well… only in comfort. Then she became vulnerable, only because I was. Our physical contact seemed to last longer than her sad wary speech; but I got up to leave two minutes after. I had fulfilled my mission... or had I?<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">She walked me to the door, and I gave her another pat on the back, “everything will be just fine...” I muttered, “I promise.” I walked slowly to my vehicle, just for the dramatic effect, letting the stifling heat transform to some helicopter wind from a Sylvester Stallone movie, for me. I turned round and she was there peering with a sad smile… I got in the car wondering if I would be back and what I would be back for. I had to fight this. What will people say when they hear this… if I let those blood covered chambers speak for me?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I had locked my heart up tightly, yet my best friend’s ex still rocked my world.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>dScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-71513363337408517032008-06-11T10:04:00.000-07:002008-06-11T10:06:08.982-07:00on adedibu...<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">“iku to pa ojugba eni, owe nla lo n pa fun ni”<br /><br />(the death of one’s mate is a warning signal)</span>dScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-80877498568512230542008-06-05T08:49:00.001-07:002008-06-05T08:49:37.880-07:00lines"when does danger become safer than safety?"dScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-23543562906041714692008-06-03T19:14:00.000-07:002008-06-03T19:19:06.923-07:00Obama in my eyes<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">Looking back at the beginning of this campaign...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">I had faith.. still I thot it was impossible</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">Look how many things tried 2 stand in his way... look at how now... they barely matter... in fact they don't matter at all.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">Look how all stupid opposers look....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">Look how dumb the opponents seem...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">Obama's nomination gives me a glimmer of hope that <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">no matter what obstacle I may face, my destiny is my destiny and NO ONE can take it away from me.</span></span>dScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-39611265854765029552008-06-01T04:33:00.000-07:002008-06-01T04:37:17.425-07:00... this JuneI pray will be joyful for you and I. Jubilations will not seize and Jesus will be at the head of all our journeys, Amen!<br /><br />Be blessed always!dScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-42175805716581332162008-05-21T20:00:00.000-07:002008-05-21T20:02:37.153-07:00**sigh**<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I don't want to... but i miss him </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >so much... **sigh**<br /></span>dScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-3089355622925363962008-05-01T08:33:00.000-07:002008-05-01T08:36:45.768-07:00MAY MARVELS!!!!!!<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Here's to a merry month of Marvelous Miracles!!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">May your prayers be answered according to God's will and may this month bring you lots of good things!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Be blessed always!!!!! :)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">**ooohhh, i fink yesterday was IceCream Day! I'm getting mine 2day!!! hehehehe!!</span>dScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991450930338102439.post-52203079898995866342008-04-21T17:58:00.000-07:002008-04-21T18:06:09.436-07:00Judgmental...Today, I was called "JUDGMENTAL"<br />by not one, but two people.. one of them, a "close" friend..<br />at the same time<br />No, it wasn't an attack...<br /><br />Am I judgmental? I don't want to be....dScR?Behttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10500270327493152042noreply@blogger.com4