Oxymoron

Act naturally
Bitter sweet
Common sense
Durance freedom
Empty satiety
Epicene human
Eyes wide shot
Frozen tears
Fine mess
Gelid summer
Global village
Godly atheist
Government intelligence
Hidden bravura
Honest politicians
House arrest
Icy hot
Inside out
Lost memories
Living dead
Pregnant virgin
Real sobriquet
Second best
Silent buzz
True lies

Still in the Game

German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche once said, “That which does not kill us, makes us stronger.” That’s correct! I’m in that state right now – flux.

I try as much as possible to abstain from people like people who get on your nerves. In other words, you should be on my side. Have you ever asked yourself this question? “What don’t they understand?” It’s crazy how your ace, the one accompanist, turned out overnight, leaving you with bitter thoughts and acrimonious memories. To make matter worse, he dragged your name to an arena of complete defamation. You don’t like that, do you? No one does, I guess.

He’s affable, albeit sometimes, he lacks some other attributes of listening. I tried to help out on that with sign languages, usually from a distance. It worked most times.

“Catch me if you can” is the name of the game. Quick Reminder: I’m aloof and far.

I drew the curtain because like him, some people take my benevolence for granted. I’m not stretching hatred towards anybody, though. On the contrary, in your fortified reasoning, feel free to embrace altercation and extend your thought towards my ideas as an alluvium of animosity.

I am unusually an irksome human but I’m irked and now it’s time the sucker faced my ire. I thought I’d told him already to quit testing my mentality. Well, the fact that people are aghast at the economic situation doesn’t mean he should grasp all; rather, he should only adhere to half the definition and get prepared for an interview which ensnares nothing but getting his lips imbued. After such, he can be rest assured of turning pennies and nickels per second to some couple of dollars just by osculating my ass. Smart-ass is what they call me, so there’s nothing to regret, or is there?

Blame me not; my writing is an ambassador whom is ready to stand face-to-face with anyone in a game called, Affront.

In the past, I’d always begged him not to hate me but the game, but his ichthyic brain wouldn’t concur to such an appeal.

Before now, what did you suggest I do? Uprightly carry my cheeks and jaw while my elbows suffer the weight? Oh please! Although I’m a coquette to knowledge like some lasses to me, I don’t even want to admit the phrase “Back down” into my institution.

The wind sighs on my behalf so I’m in a languid mode. You can say I’m still modeling but I should be an icon in a few minutes. Nah, I take that back - a statue. Until then, I submit that he learns from what he cannot learn from. This is because the world has just one library and I happen to be the curator.

I’m never in disguise. I don’t try to be. It makes no sense. I mean, I’m like the sol that shines and my morale still gets noticed in my diurnal activities. Play along with me. It’s a game… just that I’m not into a conciliatory concordance. Sorry, not now. Maybe later…

Literally Veiled...Readers, Skip This! Pt 3

My brio comes in at sixes and sevens manning me up like a tiny town nestling among the foothills of the French Alps. Readily, I stated what needed be and told it like it is, more or less like making the rules- no amendments (i.e NB:). Prior to this time, he had legally broken in, sat down, and started a discussion based on the irrelevance of relocation. I let him play his last childish pranks and paid attention to his renowned epilogue. For once, I felt like clapping. I was going to let him know it's a role well played but then I had a second thought, and this time to let it slide. All I know is that he's always going to be two bricks shy of the load before my very eyes. Now the witnessed behavior makes me want to curse him out but I'm lost for words. So, permit me to say without remorse that he's like an irritant - nay, a virus which must be attenuated.

Spreading like wild fire, rumors bee my ears about his reference in relation to my uplift. Verily, I say to myself that it's a part of life where each and every human takes care of number one without reckoning with his/her fellow human. I always keep my wits with me and ready for any situation. Further writings about circumstances as this can be drafted in seconds, if needed. I don't have to be reminded that I have keen wits because most judgments taken in the past are right. All I'm stressing is to let your perception of life merge with mine to conclude his presence as one that didn't make one iota of a difference nor add an importance. In the case where you disagree, I understand. I saw the writing on the wall and was ready for it. Call it my selfish reason which I'm still on, and will embark on again after this, if I had another chance. But best believe this world is not a jungle; it's a court. I know He finds him guilty and sooner or later he'll get his knuckles rapped.

All shaken off.

Presently, I live in seventh heaven, way better than the previous. And about my finance, I'm yet to be in the clover. Gone were the days when I used to be in the red, almost went bankrupt. Now I keep books of every transaction. Know that the job remains the same, but it's enough to keep the wolf from the door. Plus, I don't beat my brains out anymore about unnecessary things but things to think about. I must confess that it really feels good to bury my head in the sand and not talk about it. Don't be surprised when a success immediately follows another; it's all planned out cheek by jowl.

A Me(ss)age-mo to Writers

Every writer is a hungry man, neither rich nor poor. Sometimes I read articles, journals, books, and much more and feel how they felt when writing. Passion! **sigh**  One could perceive in their works that every second gave birth to unique and/or refurbished ideas. BUT when delay outrages their belief of early publication, they tend to see the previous days as hair days. Others are absent-minders which as a result drives them to put out their work as quickly as possible. And their scorecards: nothing to write home about.

I'm not a writer nor a back seat driver, but I do have a (fill in the blank).

To start up with, adhere to the belief that it's very much OK for there to be a hardship. By now, saying it's an ill wind that blows nobody good should be a cliche to you because you and I know we don't learn better at any stage of our lives other than during hard times.

And for absent-minded writers, I submit that you soak up information like sponges. Be familiar with what the title or topic (should) umbrella(s).

Really, I hate being put into a feeding frenzy. However, I'll appreciate it if this is considered a (fill in the blank). Hey, it's a free country. You can dull all herein as a blind proof for calling yourself a pro or remain the same ol' ignorant I perceive and purloin my (fill in the blank).. lol

Should you take this for a  Mess, Message, or Memo?  You choose..

..T. Ohis

"QUESTION AND ANSWER" TAGS Q & A.

"QUESTION AND ANSWER" TAGS Q & A.

Before now, I received this topic and was tagged by Geebee . I apologize for the late reference. I was gonna come back and finish it. Well, it's now edited. Enjoy..


Where is your cell phone? Desk
Where is your significant other? Nigeria
Your hair color? Black
Your mother? Wanofakaind
Your father? Wanofakaind
Your favorite thing? Phone
Your dream last night? None
Your dream/goal? ApexIAL
The room you're in? Bedroom
Your hobby? Observing
Where do you want to be in 6 years? Washington
Where were you last night? Work
What you're not? You
One of your wish list items? Estate
Where you grew up? Lagos
The last thing you did? Laughed
What are you wearing? Robe
Your tv? On
Your pet? None
Your computer? Compaq
Your mood? Languid
Missing someone? Kindalaik
Your car? Buick
Something you're not wearing? Hat
Favorite store? None
Your summer? Hot
Love someone? Yeah
Your favorite color? Blue
When is the last time you laughed? Now
Last time you cried? 2008
Are you a b*tch? Nah
Favorite past time? Joker
Are you a hater or a lover? Both
Are you genuine or fake? Genuine
Any vices? None
Pro life or Wire hanger? Pro-life
McCain or Obama? Obama
Pro plastic or Natural? Natural
Dream job? Archiever

The Rules

1. All answers to each question must be in "ONE WORD"
2. Link the person who tagged you, and pass the tag along to seven (7) people
                                                                                            1. Solomonsydelle
                                                                                            2. Doug
                                                                                            3. MissLove
                                                                                            4. Deola
                                                                                            5. Rita
                                                                                            6. Doris
                                                                                            7. Afronuts

Poetry Controversy

Good, in between and bad

How good, in between and bad do you want it?

You are you as I am me

Let me do my work while you applaud

That's if you're not a poet

Well, if you are,

Welcome to our club

Until you are called out,

Sign in and remain calm

Otherwise you are them in our club

Be my guest, be my critic, you are snubbed

Like cigarette, we’ll be smoking

While you remain the stub

Disturbed. And will be extremely purged to the core

And that’s my word

Make a Difference

Let's launch a rocket
and make the good things reign
Hope it won't rain
On that day...
We'll be present
like it's strike
On the contrary, we'll hike.
Hike
This is a rural ground
Yes
The green weighs less than a pound
Who's to blame?
Give 'em the crown
they'll frown
and marry fame
We're all aware - that's your aim
Stealing our harvest
and cropping 'em in your pocket
Thinking...
we have a tribal mark
called, Surprise!
We know before our very eyes
Why not launch a rocket?
Help turn the table
and carry-out your onus
To a layman, this is understandable
There needn't be any excuse
Once again
make the ground urban
and invite folks' responses to huh
Let's launch a rocket

February's Intro

It's half of the shortest chosen disciple

When every human is a vegetarian

Black is remembered not as neutral but color

And around the birth dates of two Oyonmis

It's fair to lay my gift this way

Knowing it's one of the annual recurring ones

Contrary to a common gift; it's a perfect one

One that Literature has made easy.