Get out of my head...

How many of y’all would write a poetry book? Seriously. I’m putting my manuscript together for the book which has been in the works since God knows when.

But first I need a printer. And money. Never forget that. Money is important. Talking with a colleague sometime last week revived this dream I've had for a long time, so I decided to finally do something about it. Like we all know, dreams are just dreams until we do something about them. So it's off the drawing board for me, and deep into the trenches!

Like Billy Ocean said, "Get out of my head and into my car!"

Anyhoos, since I have nothing particularly important to blog about, I leave you with yet another poem...hopefully, it should make it to the final stuff.

You’ll buy my book right? Right?

Have yourself a lovely weekend.


Untitled.
Joy knows no bound,
As sorrow, no foreign ground.
Pleasure lives by tears,
Like draught in happy years.
Light and darkness take
Turns, day and night to make;
Songs and noise, they flow
From the instruments we blow.
Lies and truth pour out
Through our sweet and sour mouth.
In God we say we trust,
But after riches we lust.
In life we give,
And in death we live.
Peace and strength come by our laws
That crumble in our paws.
We talk of peace and condemn war
Yet in us we crave for more.
Hug the day and condemn night
Yet the darkness shows our might.
The games we all played yesterday
Is the foolishness of today.
Yet we crave for yesteryears
And in our folly, nothing say.
The child is born, the man will come.
As night ushers in the morn.
Surely, the babe will return.
Such is life for everyone.
EARLY 2004 – 17\9\2005.

I live to write another day...

Sorry I've been out for a while people. Blame it on the job. No, not the bank job, but (yeah you guessed right) my advertising job!
I'M BACK PEOPLE!!!

From the bottom of my heart, I thank all of you that have prayed for and lit candles for me. :) I'm so very grateful. Thanks CaramelD, Freaksho, Ibiluv, ~Sirius~, incoherent (my luv), and everyone out there who has wished me well. Thank you.


This is why I write.

To clear my head and purge my soul
In the vain hope it will make me whole,
To gather my thoughts and give it breath;
To die in life and live in death.

Call me philosopher, call me muse;
Call me whatever ye may choose;
See, life is naught but a passing scene;
With my pen and paper, I may intervene.

Of a valiant knight; my dragon slain,
Will rear its ugly head again,
But I’ll forever valiant be,
To rise and fall again – my misery.

That day will come that I write no more
As I journey through this exit door;
But my pen, my power, my mystery
Will write an everlasting tale of me.

This is why I write.

25\08\2009.

things are rather looking up...

So I finally got my 1TB external hard drive! That means I won't be agonising over any important file I mistakenly shift+delete. Heck, my laptop can go missing and I won't cry, cos I've backed up my files baby! Okay, that was a joke. I love my laptop.

Was in lag this past weekend, and the boys took me to this joint. Nice, classy and all, but just one problem: apart from the one that came with us, I coulda sworn all the other chicks were...err...'workers'. I wanna shock die!

In other news, people just dey marry anyhow. The bug seems to have caught some of my friends as well. What shall we say to these things? Carry on joo! Me, I go dey hia dey watch una until I gree go near di bug make e bite me. But for now, I have my bug spray handy, and my bug repelant rubbed over every spare inch of my body. There's no hurry in life.

I met someone recently. Smart. Funny. Sarcastic. Ambitious. Hustler. Me likee. We talked; we joked a bit; we danced round the obvious; we laughed. We promised to do it again...see where it leads to. We had better. Cos I need this job. And he needs this copywriter.

Gotta get some sleep if I'm to make it early to work later today.

Good night y'all

shiver me timbers! i think i'll post a poem...

OR TWO:

With tears that knew not whence they came,
And laughter that knew not why,
We fought to live, our rage to tame;
In truth we lived a lie;
Only to turn back and reclaim
With heaves and many a sigh;
In death we’ll live past this wretched game
For while we live we die.
7/7/2005.




If I die before I wake.

If I die before I wake,
Weep not world, it wasn’t late;
For life is just a fleeting phase,
And death is but life’s entry gate.

If I should fall beneath this weight,
Weep not world, it was my fate;
For every birth is a fresh demise,
And life is but death’s cunning bait.

25\06\2009

By the way...

why do girls always think they have to bite their fingers in pictures? is that meant to be sexy?

why do people in movies think a kiss will solve all their problems?

what the hell am i still doing here?

oh, and by the way, anyone know how to speak jamaican patoi? i wan learn.