A Controversy or Two and a Good

A leopard can’t change its spots, so why try to change me? I’m unique and as a result don’t want to be a spitting image of any human --A Dark Horse to be-- I’ll continue to remain me and with time, you wouldn’t need any invitation to see me dine.

I digress.

It’s funny how I’ve been holding my horses since I’ve known my left hand from my right. I don’t have an axe to grind, but many a times I get tempted to doing that. Everyday passed is rarely classified as a field day. It’s either one crazy cruel circumstance or another. I still can’t fathom out the reason(s) some folks want to get me into saying things about their bitchy actions (excuse my French). Is it a must? I don’t want to. Let me be me! I know I sometimes make mistakes and mess up, but I slap myself on the wrist. Answering to your hidden question, yes, it’s pretty hard now but it’s worth going through it. I’m glad I’m not Thomas but Thompson, and so I intend to stick to the belief that every cloud has a silver lining.

Other than the mini trauma, it’s been really cool around. Typing about coolness, I just met a cool, smart, and otherworldly nymph. Great combination if you ask me as it avoids moral decay. It’s a shame I’m not going to keep you guys updated on this though.

Me and the Hypocrite

Courtesy of (h)is/er inner mind
(s)he breathes out laughs and sighs cries
when needed
(S)he creates with me
the options to bettering the things I do
Duet thoughts (s)he bears - in and out
With all outter intentions to favoring me
Very aware of my awareness
Necessity I should have kept
Secretly kept
Don't blame me
How was I to know?
(S)he's a hypocrite

Literally Veiled...Readers, Skip This!

I am the best or among the best who hold down what I do like crackheads hold down cocaine. A hundred more is all I asked for, something I way more than deserve. How would you feel if you were in my shoes? That is, my project is still an on-going one, and I'm still a partner with credit companies. These two have one thing in common - Finance. No option like little scare but that's what I hold, and so was scared to leave. I keep thinking my mistakes might fetch me sorrow. Plus enmity between credit companies and myself is what is going to appear on the front page of my mind's Blame Magazine.

All flashed back to the day I turned two. The same hour I decided to push back my shoulders with my head raised high. I gathered ideas and futured a mindful fat check to my creditors already. I readily told my body, mind and soul that it's done with - a fragile opportunity. Then came THE HYPOCRITE, seconded by his assistant offering me a soundful and meaningful idea.

I was bamboozled and my pitch was queered.

I had four weeks of easy-hard labor which was never my kind of thing. I was always equipped with ingredients. This is the one thing I got fed up of eating. Two weeks doing that, I forged an ID, but no one wanted to see it. Being the same being I am is never going to change. This is what I examined.

After the examination, I smelt a rat. And four weeks plus three days got me frustrated. Too frustrated I didn't stop a rat from destroying a mini-asset. There I was killing her hardly with my words. Too hot and tough she couldn't help but to contact him. What did they have in their minds in the first place about me, a fuddy-duddy? If so, they must have scented the building as a funny farm. This is crazy. Well, a little coversation was held amongst them, welcomed by me, as long as I get what I've always asked for or less, but definitely not this.

Full monty is full monty to me now. Seems as though it's going to be harder than the initial stage. Life from my perspective is like a dry run. I'll continually use my loaf. Presently, I'm eager to know where I stand, still frustrated, though. Ask me for a wish; and that'll be to put everything ablaze.

Remembering 9/11

"What's going on? United States? No! No!! No!!!"

That was the horrified exclamation of destruction from a high school junior seven years ago depicting the United States on 9/11. It's a shame it struck United States, though.

May the souls of 9/11's victims rest in peace.

Surprisingly, Osama Bin Laden is yet to be found.

When is this tumultuous war going to end?

A Prisoner of War

Hearteningly buried

sometimes, abstract burials

but not forgotten

Put in a jealous gaol

spaced out

with labyrinthine corridors

Starving one who
sees gruel tantalising

Excruciating torture
and
a by proxy death, if any
coil up the mind

Still brave.

Help Wanted!

She's alive and dead. Dead, the photo voices it.

Her hands carrying her head... a succumb to apex sufferings.

Vultures are mostly seen in decaying possible scenerios as this.

Well, she's still alive. But how alive when you can predict the max breath she can take?

Help make a change!

What a Break!

Longest time-break, readers. I've been busy lately. It's more like a vacation, but unveilingly, it's been hardwork all the way. I have been taking my time dealing with my project. Seldom have I told people about my plans/mapped out journey. Thus, they still act as nosy parkers, and as a result, I had to take my time to blot my copybook. It's crazy how people do this. I mean, I try. You must know that I'm not a magician, so absent sleight of hand in your thoughts.