the truth is not as simple as it sounds.
simplistic rounds
shooting from a 9mm
ripping through flesh
how many babies dead?
how many retards completed the test?
how many fools repented their flesh?
how many intellectuals
let down their people?
how many leaders failed?
how many theories abounded?
how many houses burned?
how many heroes fell?
questions have no answers
questions just have more questions
and ultimately; faith
the truth is faith
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Relapse
Kareem looked on as the pills fell down from the sky, pouring like rain. He'd been staying away from them for a long time now. He'd even walked away from a dealer once; it had taken a considerable effort of will.
Things were alright after that initial incident. He'd managed to have almost a normal life for a few weeks. The urge rarely gripped him, and even when it did it was only in minor easily shakeable doses. He'd got a job as a butcher's apprentice with Saleem, a friend of his father's.
Thats when the hallucinations had started.
He'd been a good student and did well in his O/Levels. After his exams, his parents- usually very strict, had given him some leeway as a reward for his studiousness. They no doubt expected great things from him. Kareem, however tooks this as a reward for all the hardwork he'd put in.
He initially started off hanging around with the boys around the neighborhood after an afternoon game of cricket. They'd pass around cigarettes and Kareem took his first tentative drag. Soon he'd tried a joint. Before the year was out, he was roving the streets of Maradana in the nights, searching for his next hit, like a starving hyena.
The first night he saw them was when he had just completed a break-in at Saleem's beef shop. Saleem was crafty and hid his cash when he closed shop. So the haul was not that great. Kareem was cursing his bad luck as he walked out and he looked up and saw them. They were lounging about on the other side of the road, They were green in skin and long in limb. Their antennae waved and green sparks came out of them when they spoke.
They spoke to him in mathematics. The numbers flowed from their mumbling voices right into understanding. Bypassing his brain, as far as he could tell, The numbers told him the logic of going home and quitting the dope.
So he went. And after a long struggle finally managed to clean up his act and gain his family's acceptance. But the numbers stayed with him. They didnt speak to him as much as before but he still felt their presence.
Things were alright after that initial incident. He'd managed to have almost a normal life for a few weeks. The urge rarely gripped him, and even when it did it was only in minor easily shakeable doses. He'd got a job as a butcher's apprentice with Saleem, a friend of his father's.
Thats when the hallucinations had started.
He'd been a good student and did well in his O/Levels. After his exams, his parents- usually very strict, had given him some leeway as a reward for his studiousness. They no doubt expected great things from him. Kareem, however tooks this as a reward for all the hardwork he'd put in.
He initially started off hanging around with the boys around the neighborhood after an afternoon game of cricket. They'd pass around cigarettes and Kareem took his first tentative drag. Soon he'd tried a joint. Before the year was out, he was roving the streets of Maradana in the nights, searching for his next hit, like a starving hyena.
The first night he saw them was when he had just completed a break-in at Saleem's beef shop. Saleem was crafty and hid his cash when he closed shop. So the haul was not that great. Kareem was cursing his bad luck as he walked out and he looked up and saw them. They were lounging about on the other side of the road, They were green in skin and long in limb. Their antennae waved and green sparks came out of them when they spoke.
They spoke to him in mathematics. The numbers flowed from their mumbling voices right into understanding. Bypassing his brain, as far as he could tell, The numbers told him the logic of going home and quitting the dope.
So he went. And after a long struggle finally managed to clean up his act and gain his family's acceptance. But the numbers stayed with him. They didnt speak to him as much as before but he still felt their presence.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Corporate Blues
waking up on a monday afternoon to the lull of the ocean,
inside my head.
A dream takes over as the music trips.
I am a corporate dreamer
dreaming of the demise of the corporation.
Im a sleepwalker
waking up on a hammock in the kitchen garden.
the grass meanders down
and mingles with the sand,
the sand meanders down
to the water, gentle, lapping, lazy.
Just like me.
inside my head.
A dream takes over as the music trips.
I am a corporate dreamer
dreaming of the demise of the corporation.
Im a sleepwalker
waking up on a hammock in the kitchen garden.
the grass meanders down
and mingles with the sand,
the sand meanders down
to the water, gentle, lapping, lazy.
Just like me.
Monday, April 5, 2010
wiki how 2 tweet
Go to twitter dot com
start twitter account!!!
find friends (its no fun if you don't have any, and if you dont your a lozer anyway and shouldnt be tweeting in the first place)
Tweet
start with something simple like telling people what you are doing right now
e.g. I am feeling sleepy
progress to relplying to your friend's tweets
e.g. @samanthi awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwz @rameez LOLMAO ROFLCOPTER etc
(a knowledge of l33tsp33k will definitely come in handy here)
As you progress, you can try Re Tweeting.
e.g. RT @deshan lewis hamiltun is soo kewl!!!
like totally! (note, any comments in the RT can be expressed after inserting a '
' sign after the RT'd T)
As you become more mature and used to the novelty of tweeting, express your superiority to all the lesser twits by being innovative with your spelling.
note; such innovashun should be eksecuted with much care. with a lot of referense to reliable sources like LOL CATS. Also use exclamashun marks whenever you can
Good Luck !! NAO GET TO TWEETING!!! FULZ!!!!!!
plzzz dont kil meh..
start twitter account!!!
find friends (its no fun if you don't have any, and if you dont your a lozer anyway and shouldnt be tweeting in the first place)
Tweet
start with something simple like telling people what you are doing right now
e.g. I am feeling sleepy
progress to relplying to your friend's tweets
e.g. @samanthi awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwz @rameez LOLMAO ROFLCOPTER etc
(a knowledge of l33tsp33k will definitely come in handy here)
As you progress, you can try Re Tweeting.
e.g. RT @deshan lewis hamiltun is soo kewl!!!
like totally! (note, any comments in the RT can be expressed after inserting a '
' sign after the RT'd T)
As you become more mature and used to the novelty of tweeting, express your superiority to all the lesser twits by being innovative with your spelling.
note; such innovashun should be eksecuted with much care. with a lot of referense to reliable sources like LOL CATS. Also use exclamashun marks whenever you can
Good Luck !! NAO GET TO TWEETING!!! FULZ!!!!!!
plzzz dont kil meh..
Friday, April 2, 2010
Powerslave
These are the last words of Imhotep
half man half God but now on his death bed
it came for all of us and it came for him
Imhotep the half God but now he's dead
He bawled and he pleaded
his majestic eyes they bled
he screamed for their worship
as if, from it he could be saved
But his life had whittled
now his bone was brittle
and Imhotep
was on the way to death
The doorsteps
the face repelled
the eyes screwed shut
but nought helped
Imhotep
said nothing
in the end.
Instead his silent eyes
saw inside themselves
and he wept
as the tears fell down inside his head.
half man half God but now on his death bed
it came for all of us and it came for him
Imhotep the half God but now he's dead
He bawled and he pleaded
his majestic eyes they bled
he screamed for their worship
as if, from it he could be saved
But his life had whittled
now his bone was brittle
and Imhotep
was on the way to death
The doorsteps
the face repelled
the eyes screwed shut
but nought helped
Imhotep
said nothing
in the end.
Instead his silent eyes
saw inside themselves
and he wept
as the tears fell down inside his head.
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