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Wednesday, October 10, 2012


See I keep wanting to invite you over but love can’t live here anymore, she might bring her children. Jealousy, and Neglect. Those who run around my crib always breaking shit and I can’t seem to clean up fast enough. They tend to ruin romantic moments with questions and lies, and I can see their children when I look into their eyes. It’s you and I. Not sure when we had them, but now they live in the next room. Always barging in talking bout they having nightmares and can they sleep with us too? Jealousy dreams about deceiving so that’s what we do. Live out each other’s nightmares until were bed full of problems and solving’s not an option cause’ solutions ain’t new. Neglect keeps me in bed talking bout I don’t love her like You and Jealousy. I know I must’ve told her that but both of them still look so much like you.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Journal Extract : Father Vs Dad (Through the Eyes of a Lone Soldier)

The words ‘dad’ and ‘father’ are very similar on the surface and yet, I think to many people they hold very different meanings;Growing up I had a father,a father who made sure and went out of his way to make sure that i was provided for.He woke up every day to go work and make sure there was food on the table and returned every evening to read the paper, take a bath and sleep.Once in a while,he took time to talk to me about grades,degrees and how he hoped i aimed for a PHD.As much as that was important i wanted him , not to just talk to me but also take time to Chat with me,know me and befriend me.I wanted him to take me to football matches,and tell me the different stages of pre-manhood and Manhood like how to shave,love and wear a Suit.I wanted him to tell me about the thin line that lies between love and pain and how a man should walk and talk,i needed a comrade-to hold my back in war,talk to me about my first time,my first girl and what to do when she broke my heart;Instead i grew up a Lone soldier with a father and had to walk my self through the tests and Challenges of being male.Not having a bigger brother, i needed a role model- someone i could look up to and say to my self "I WANT TO BE JUST LIKE YOU WHEN I GROW UP".Honestly i grew up with a father but i needed my dad more.I hope for my little girl and little man i get to be more than father. I love my Father but i greatly miss my Dad.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Untitled (For Di)

I wish I knew what it is exactly
that makes me both excited and
frightened of you.
I want to hold your hand
and say things that matter-
But suddenly the
words remain entangled
somewhere deep
in my chest.
There is something about you-
i just don’t Know what.
I try to write about
you in my journal,
Something at least,
that would help me explain
you to myself but
nothing except your name
exists, could there be a better poem.
am excited and yet I still
don’t know why
Suddenly nothing matters.
I wish i knew what it is exactly
that makes me both frightened and
excited about you

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

An extract from my Journal

I don't like the way i act toward Peaches.I constantly experience her as a very attractive woman,and yet the whole time i act like a polite eunuch.When i feel my maleness sexually,i want to consciously decide whether to act it out.When being an asexual nice-guy is a pretense,it is also self-betrayal.A decision can come from strength or self doubt.I see now that i want every act to be a self-affirming choice.

My feelings may demand action but they do not require it,I am free to choose what my body represents.To act out does not "get it out".In fact,acting it out often re-enforces the emotion and imprints it more deeply on my mind.One thing only is predictable about emotions:They will change.I don't have to "Honor" every passing feeling as if an opportunity for self-fulfillment were actually slipping from my grasp.


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