My Pre-Inception

I'm yet to grow a wisdom tooth. Call it what you want, but my mind's eye calls it "My Pre-inception"- which plays an immense role in my life. Funnily, I haven't even gotten to the third stage; yet, I feel as though I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. All hails to my friends and foes. My concern happened to be yours in a way or two. Honestly, I was at my wit's end when the ache was first felt. I'm a brave black young man with short hair but the pain, in a way, curled my hair. Of course, I had a sickening solution, one that has no good effect after all. For some reasons beyond by ken, the solution to the problem always flies in the face of common knowledge. Yep, I ignore it like a billion times in a second. And to say I'm not going to advance to the third stage hangs by a hair. I mean, at least I have the presence of mind to indulge honesty before embarking on the next stage.

An intimidating scene: having a mind like a steel trap - trapped in a jealous gaol - much like a bravura, crazy-crowned from laymen's perspective; and having bats in my belfry from contemporary intellectuals' perspective.

Currently, I'm in a positive frame of mind as everything is semi-okay. 'Keeping a cool head' and 'Letting my brain enjoy its vacation' are my long mottoes. So, when next you see me knit my brow, feel free to think it's due to the sun's rays or act as an unpaid intern liaison with modern-day thinkers. For I know you will never know what I know about you, let alone know a thing about me. In essence, you don't know me, I doubt if you would in the foreseen future, and I'm wrapped in the mood of optimism that until you know you, you'll never know me. If this doesn't make sense, at least know that our minds cannot have a meeting. Not now.

Love and Hate

I missed you
Once.
Your absence docked
like a spaceship on a new planet
Voyager is what I was

Not anymore

Used to be the wannasee before my eyes
Now
You are:

(Like the thousands of bacteria in a drop of water;
Like the somethingorother in a speck of blood;
Like the million and one living things in the air around me)

Invisible and Irritating.

I read:
When we love the earth,
we are able to love ourselves more fully.

Until now, I used to believe this.

Water; Blood; Air
These, you represent.
I loved you, and then I hate you.
Now I love you

Selfishly and unfaithfully

My Body and Mind's Soliloquies

Hands shaking
Paralyzed handwriting

Pause.. Wait..

Yesterday, half a decade gone
Yes, but..
Hush!
Prior sacrifice disregarded
Time flies; I flew (within)
Shame.. please, no eye contact
But we are one
Smartass, count me out

Almost midnight, half a decade's prologue
Good luck!

A Friend I Had

I met him on solid ground.
A funny, focused, and ridiculous clown.
Deep to Davy Jones’ locker,
an ardent follower of street soccer;
balls present when he is.
And his body type,
one of a kind
putting you to a quiz.

Gnome.

Like a visualized quay,
We were boats tightly tied
hoping we’d make history
and put an adage to sleep
"20 kids can't be together for 20 years"
It was progressing..
Although times were hard,
we had transparent destinies.
Very vivid,
like being in a sun lounge.

Then he died.