Monthly Archives: September 2016

Lady, look into my mind! 

​I write this down hoping that you’ll end up reading it,

See, I find myself strolling down the city streets, 

Engulfed in an argument with my ultra egos,

Them saying something like, “bro, why you got to be making decisions on impulse? Its not right  how you hid from her, you gotta take a leap of faith…” 

Got me thinking, in the past I ended our conversations way to quick, afraid that I might give you  an reason not to be interested in me. 

Its funny how my very actions got me thrown off the bus. 

The thing is, with the day today life I find that my train of thoughts isn’t what we call normal. 

With that kind of realization, I hope you  don’t blame for thinking that you’ll stratify me as a weirdo.

Don’t  get me wrong, I’d rather be weird and myself than be a guy acting like something his not.

Cause really if my efforts as myself wasn’t enough, then I may as well as come to a conclusion that maybe it wasn’t worth the try. 

So like I said, I find myself strolling down the city streets. 

Pondering and wondering how to tell you that I have been crushing on you. 

Thinking about a utopian world where am the hero who gets the girl. 

Ha! So if you have read this, known that am on my way to tell, 

Sorry it took too long. 

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Behind  the red door

​Behind the red door, a monster  lies

A secret so dark the night shies away from it. 

Beneath the egotistical bravado that masks the truth. 

A crack in the so called, impregnable wall reveals a fault that would sooner be seen regrettable once learnt. 

Caution to those that seek to push beyond the norm, 

to know that which mustn’t, those that dare peer through the red door. 

Knowledge is indeed power, but what is seen can’t be unseen. 

A terrible cost will be incurred once the line is crossed. 

Behind the red door, 

A layered defense is erected,

For he knows the importance and burdens of what’s protected. 

The betrayal of a brother’s love and trust, one that will bring forth war that will be spoken of for generations to come. 

Or a beast that shows itself, occasionally when he stares at his reflection. 

But at times that beast comes out and ‘play’ when he is pushed too far. And thus they dread the plague of anger they wrought on to themselves. 

Eyes that have long forgotten how to see, know when to stop and avert themselves . 

But for those who dare walk in the path of red hot coal, barefoot, stay your course for you may yet handle that which lies beyond the  red door. 

Stuck in the past…

​It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. 

In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar called dreams and the pain lessens with a doze of laughter. 

But it is never gone. It lingers on just enough to make you reminisce the past. 

It will follow you like the shadow that you’ve learned to embrace as part of you. 

Like the creeping cold of the dark dark night, ferried through your skin to your spine with an almost  gentle breeze. 

The past that is so near, one needs only to reach for it. 

But who would be so broken that he would do that? 

To relive the past horrors that haunt event during the time of wake. 

What is the point of having  these masochistic tendencies when one can move forward and find himself peace?

Maybe its because those who don’t learn from the past are bound to repeat it. 

Walking  around, you’ll find a guy with eyes so dry, but inside, past the bravado, his heart can’t  hide  and it cries like rain, pouring down in his domain, 

But when you see another guy shade a tear, don’t judge be weary, he just found out this world is scary. 

So why waste time burdening yourself with the past?

The present is your workshop and the future your result. 

Time is indeed  what we want most, but what we use worst.