Vescucci on rampage

Song and Lyrics

2010-10-15T18:32:00.001-07:00

Sand/Gone with the wind

Hook:
What does it profit a man
who's building with sand
castles in the sky, chasing after the wind
Naked we came, naked we leave
Everything is vanity oh can't you see

V1:
See the birds of the air
flowers in the fields
gentle and free, Father cares for them
See the men of this world
with stars in their eyes
holes in their hearts, we're never satisfied

Bridge:
and no matter how you try
its falling just like sand
the harder you grasp it, it just slips through your hands

Hook:
So what will it profit you baby
to gain the whole wide world
make a name for yourself, but you're chasing after the wind
Naked we came, naked we leave
Everything is vanity oh can't you see

Bridge:
my baby can't you see
its all a fantasy
falling just like sand
gone with the wind

V2:
And the wind blows to the north
turns to the south
round and round it goes, oh what's the point?
Generations come and go
no one remembers . . . oh you're wasting time
See the sun is smiling, cos there's nothing new
You wanna build and conquer?
yes that's worthless too
So set your treasure, on things eternal
Cos everything one day is gonna pass away

Hook:
Then what will it profit it you baby
to labor all your life
get all your heart desires
but you're chasing after the wind
Naked we came, naked we leave
Everything is vanity oh can't you see

Bridge:
My baby can't you see
your wishes and your dreams
are passing like the breeze
falling just like sand . . . gone with the wind

One song that binds them

2010-10-13T15:22:00.000-07:00

Not many friends do I crave
But at least this one God gave
What rare luck; she turns out a fave!

For in moments of angst and grave
When from despair I need lave
Here comes JeSoul with tune to save
With a voice so pure and brave

Never one to deceive like the knave
Nor one to be moved by simple rave
Here follows the song to which I'm slave
One song in bold simplicity but still so suave
Like the friend her guitar is lucky to have

Lol. Yes, I'm fond of the letter V. Thank you, Jay. You're worth twenty good friends.

Song and its lyrics coming up whenever I can freaking upload it! I've been trying forever!

Some creepy wordy stuff

2010-10-10T17:22:00.000-07:00

Got the following from a thread on nairaland. I think it is pretty cool. Following this link http://www.nairaland.com/nigeria/topic-103149.0.html to see or the one at the end of the compilation. Enjoy!

The Most Interesting and Unusual Facts on the Net
Facetious and abstemious are the only words that contain all the vowels in the correct order.

"Adcomsubordcomphibspac" is the longest acronym. It is a Navy term standing for Administrative Command, Amphibious Forces, Pacific Fleet Subordinate Command.

"Almost" is the longest commonly used word in the English language with all the letters in alphabetical order.

"Flushable" toilets were in use in ancient Rome.

"Billie Jean" by Michael Jackson was the first video to air on MTV by a black artist.

"Canada" is an Indian word meaning "Big Village".

"Dreamt" is the only English word that ends in the letters "mt".

"Duff" is the decaying organic matter found on a forest floor.

"Fickleheaded" and "fiddledeedee" are the longest words consisting only of letters in the first half of the alphabet.

"Asthma" and "isthmi" are the only six-letter words that begin and end with a vowel and have no other vowels between.

"Fortnight" is a contraction of "fourteen nights." In the US "two weeks" is more commonly used.

"Forty" is the only number which has its letters in alphabetical order. "One" is the only number with its letters in reverse alphabetical order.

"Four" is the only number whose number of letters in the name equals the number.

"Hang on Sloopy" is the official rock song of Ohio.

"Happy Birthday" was the first song to be performed in outer space, sung by the Apollo IX astronauts on March 8, 1969.

"Kemo Sabe", meaning an all knowing one, is actually a mispronunciation by Native American of the Spanish phrase, Quien lo Sabe, meaning one who knows."

The lunula is the half-moon shaped pale area at the bottom of finger nails.

"Ma is as selfless as I am" can be read the same way backwards. If you take away all the spaces you can see that all the letters can be spelled out both ways.

"Mad About You" star Paul Reiser plays the piano on the show's theme song.

"One thousand" contains the letter A, but none of the words from one to nine hundred ninety-nine has an A.

"Ough" can be pronounced in eight different ways. The following sentence contains them all: "A rough-coated, dough-faced ploughman strode through the streets of Scarborough, coughing and hiccoughing thoughtfully.

"Rhythms" is the longest English word without the normal vowels, a, e, i, o, or u.

"Second string," meaning "replacement or backup," comes from the middle ages. An archer always carried a second string in case the one on his bow broke.

"Speak of the Devil" is short for "Speak of the Devil and he shall come". It was believed that if you spoke about the Devil it would attract his attention. That's why when you're talking about someone and they show up people say "Speak of the Devil."

"Stewardesses" is the longest word that can be typed with only the left hand.

"Tautonyms" are scientific names for which the genus and species are the same.

"Taxi" is spelled exactly the same in English, French, German, Swedish, Portuguese, and Dutch.

"Teh" means "cool" in Thai. (Pronounced "tay").

"The sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick" is said to be the toughest tongue twister in English.

"THEREIN" is a seven-letter word that contains thirteen words spelled using consecutive letters: the, he, her, er, here, I, there, ere, rein, re, in, therein, and herein.

"Underground" is the only word in the English language that begins and ends with the letters "und." $203,000,000 is spent on barbed wire each year in the U.S.

1 and 2 are the only numbers where they are values of the numbers of the factors they have.

1 in 5,000 north Atlantic lobsters are born bright blue.

1 in every 3 people in the country of Israel use a cell phone.

1 kg (2.2 pounds) of lemons contain more sugar than 1 kg of strawberries.

1,525,000,000 miles of telephone wire are strung across the Unites States.

1.7 litres of saliva is produced each day. In Discovery Channel, its a quart.

10 percent of all human beings ever born are alive at this very moment.

10% of human dry weight comes from bacteria

11% of the world is left-handed.

111, 111, 111 X 111, 111, 111 = 12, 345, 678, 987, 654, 321

1200 equals 1 pound (72 rupees).

123,000,000 cars are being driven on highways in the United States.

166,875,000,000 pieces of mail are delivered each year in the United States.

1959's A Raisin in the Sun was the first play by a black woman to be produced on Broadway.

2 and 5 are the only prime numbers that end in 2 or 5.

203 million dollars is spent on barbed wire each year in the U.S.

22,000 checks will be deducted from the wrong bank accounts in the next hour.

23% of all photocopier faults worldwide are caused by people sitting on them and photocopying their buttocks.

25% of a human's bones are in its feet.

259200 people die every day.

27% of Americans believe we never landed on the moon.

27% of U.S. male college students believe life is "a meaningless existential hell."

3% of all mammals are monogamous

315 entries in Webster's 1996 dictionary were misspelled.

315 words in the 1996 Webster's dictionary were mispelled.

4 tablespoons of ketchup has about the same amount of nutrition as a ripe tomato.

40% of all people who come to a party snoop in your medicine cabinet.

40% of McDonald's profits come from the sales of Happy Meals.

43.7% of all statistics are made up right on the spot

48% of astronauts experience motion sickness.

52% of Americans drink coffee.

55.1% of all US prisoners are in prison for drug offenses.

56,000,000 people go to Major League baseball games each year

67 million pounds of pesticides and about 3 million tons of fertilizer are used annually on lawns in the US.

78 rpm albums, used prior to 1948, were only capable of recording for four minutes. It wasn’t until later that year that Columbia Records introduced 33 rpm albums capable of playing 23 minutes per side.

80% of animals on earth are insects.

80% of arrested criminals are male.

In Disney's Fantasia, the Sorcerer to whom Mickey played an apprentice was named Yensid, which is Disney spelled backward.

By raising your legs slowly and lying on your back, you cannot sink into quicksand.

One in ten people live on an island.

84% of a raw apple is water.

It takes more calories to eat a piece of celery than the celery has in it to begin with.

85% of men who die of heartattacks during intercourse, are found to have been cheating on their wives.

85,000,000 tons of paper are used in the United States each year.

28% of Africa is classified as wilderness. In North America, its 38%.

Charlie Chaplin once won third prize in a Charlie Chaplin look-alike contest.

Chewing gum while peeling onions will keep you from crying.

90% of bird species are monogamous; only 3% of animals are.

90% of New York City cab drivers are recently arrived immigrants.

98% of all murders and despoils are by a close family member or friend of the victim.

98% of the weight of water is made up from oxygen.

99% of the pumpkins sold in the US end up as jack-o-lanterns.

A "2 by 4" is really 1 1/2 by 3 1/2.

A "Blue Moon" is the second full moon in a calendar month (it is rarely blue).

A "hairbreadth away" is 1/48 of an inch.

A "jiffy" is actually a proper time unit for 1/100th of a second

A "quidnunc" is a person who is eager to know the latest news and gossip.

A 1,200-pound horse eats about seven times it's own weight each year.

A 1.5 oz. milk chocolate bar has only 220 calories. A 1.75 oz. serving of potato chips has 230 calories.

A 10-gallon hat actually only holds about 3/4 gallon.

A 14-year old French girl had extraordinary electrical power. With a gentle touch she could knock over heavy pieces of furniture and people in physical contact with her received an electrical shock.

A 17 year old girl from Miami, Florida started to sneeze on 4th January'66 ant continued till 8th June'66.

A 6 pound sea-hare can lay 40,000eggs in a single minute.

A 7-year study, which concluded in the summer of 2000, found that 33 U.S. deaths were caused by rottweilers, pit bulls were responsible for 27 deaths.

A acre of coffee trees can produce up to 10,000 pounds of coffee cherries. That amounts to approximately 2000 pounds of beans after hulling or milling.

A B-25 bomber crashed into the 79th floor of the Empire State Building on July 28, 1945.

A Baboon called "Jackie" became a private in the South African army in World War I.

A bat is the only mammal that flies.

A bathometer is an instrument for indicating the depth of the sea beneath a moving vessel.

A bean has more DNA per cell than a human cell

A bee could travel 4 million miles (6.5 million km) at 7 mph (11 km/h) on the energy it would obtain from 1 gallon (3.785 liters) of nectar, or it could just sit down on and enjoy that honey properly.

A beaver's teeth never stop growing.

A bibliophile is a collector of rare books. A bibliopole is a seller of rare books.

A bird requires more food in proportion to its size than a baby or a cat.

A Blue Earth, Minnesota, law declares that no child under the age of twelve may talk over the telephone unless monitored by a parent.

A blue whales heart only beats nine times per minute.

A body decomposes four times as fast in water than on land.

A Boeing 747's wingspan is longer than the Wright brother's first flight.

A bowling pin only needs to tilt 7.5 degrees to fall.

A broken clock is right at least twice a day.

A butterfly can look at you through 12,000 eyes.

A Californian doctor has set the record of eating 17 bananas in two minutes.

A Canadian tattoo artist had 4,831 tattoos on his body.

A capon is a castrated rooster.

A cat has 32 muscles in each ear.

A cat has 4 rows of whiskers.

A cat uses it's whiskers to determine if a space is too small to squeeze through.

A chameleon can move its eyes in two directions at the same time.

A chameleon's tongue is twice the length of its body.

A Cheetah at full speed takes strides of 8 meters.

A cheetah is the fastest animal, clocked in at: 70mph.

A chef's hat is tall and balloons at the top so as to counteract the intense heat in the kitchen. The unique shape allows air to circulate around the scalp, keeping the head cool.

A Chicago law forbids eating in a place that is on fire.

A chicken who just lost its head can run the length of a football field before dropping dead.

A chimpanzee can learn to recognize itself in a mirror, but monkeys can't.

A citizen of Calcutta, India , grew the fingernails on his left hand to a length of 76 inches.

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The Truth hurts

2010-04-21T07:18:00.000-07:00

The Truth hurts. It is a capital thing with me. I have friends I wish I never had. Nothing is their fault really, I just don't feel like we can do long term stuff. Little things spoil everything....like when one party wants more, gets less, etc. I'm here now and I really don't know what I wanna do with my life. On one hand I could be the good son and have plenty of money and just more or less live the 'good life'. On the other hand I could be my own man and be happy and content in my misery. I dunno where I got them genes. I know I can do whatever I set my mind to but I just can't seem to train that mind on any bloody thing. I think too much, yeah. I do too little, yeah. I'm always high on the sombre, yeah. I like apathy. It's the only sensible disposition. Gaiety never lasts anyway and crashlanding from that high is something I've done too many times. I don't care to any more.

Prophecy 101

2010-01-23T15:14:00.000-08:00

One of these days, I'm going to find myself in the lowest depths and slit my throat or something. I'm posting this for the sake of posterity and the final egotistic wish to be able to do down among the people who 'forsaw' their deaths and especially the manner of it. Up yours, history!

On a side note, women are only on this earth to torment me. Just see if I ever let my guard down and care deeply for any one ever again. Just see

8 simple rules for being my father

2009-12-14T05:42:00.001-08:00

1. When I say I don't want something, it usually means something along the lines of......I don't want it.

2. It's not my duty to sit with you and pretend I'm enjoying a boring and pointless discussion. That's mom's job.

3. If you want me to do something for you, don't hover behind me 'teaching' me how to do it. Else do it yourself.

4. Let me be the judge about things that exclusively concern me. It's only fair, not to mention sensible.

5. I know the solutions to my problems. If I'm not seeking a solution, it follows that I don't have a problem.

6. Don't ask me a question to which you're not prepared to hear the honest and brutally truthful answer.

7. My reasons for anything don't have to make sense to you. That's why they are my reasons.

8. Every man was a son but not every man is or will be a father. I am not you. Free me. I love you lots though. Can't help it.

My curse

2009-12-14T05:22:00.000-08:00

My gift is my curse
My curse is my gift

I'm in a hollow pearl with no doors.
A pleasant gaol.

Maybe I'm truly free and everyone else is trapped outside
Trapped in pursuit of their own desires

Like a coward
I've died many deaths

Like a phoenix
I've lived many lives

I have come full circle and there's little to explore
I'm a lonely lonesome loner who is utterly alone

This is my gift, my curse

V for Vescucci

2009-08-07T03:23:00.000-07:00

Who are you?

Who?
Who is but the form following the function of what; and what I am is a man in a mask.

Oh, I can see that.

Of course you can.
I'm not questioning your powers of observation.
I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.

Right.

But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.

Voilà!

In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate.
This visage, no mere veneer of vanity is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished.
However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta; held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose.
So let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

At least he admits he’s veering towards verbosity.
© V for Vendetta. In case you do not already know.

Vesc's Interludes I

2009-07-28T17:14:00.000-07:00

Peter: How many children does she have?

Vesc: Two children. One is a boy

Peter: uh huh? What about the other?

Vesc: A crocodile

Peter: What?

Vesc: A crocodile

Peter: What the hell do you mean a crocodile?

Vesc: I mean a crocodile. Like the most ancient man-eating reptile

Peter: Are you insane? What's wrong with you?

Vesc: It's not my fault she has a boy and a reptile as kids

Peter: Oh, I see. Why didn't you just say the other was a girl

Vesc: Who said it was a girl?

Peter: Oh knock it off

Apocalyse

2009-07-27T05:53:00.000-07:00

This is actually a poem. I have little to say nowadays. So since I'm as lazy as an overweight feline, I'll just post this poem I wrote ages ago.

APOCALYSE

You will taste sorrow when you hear of my words……..

A crushed soul with just enough life to keep on suffering
A father spared, only to bury his own child
A boy fighting another battle of a long war, having forgotten what he was fighting for
The sun setting, fearing to rise again over an utterly devastated land
The saturated earth vomiting men buried, for it can bear no more
The blood of nations freezing across the snow, a crimson emblem branding the world with eternal guilt
Annihilation creeping slowly and surely, wafting like a zephyr
The heavens weeping terribly, unceasing and never easing for a consummate evil

How did it come to this?
How did it come to this?

Look! Behold, wraiths of generations past, roaming forlornly and with absolute apathy
As my last breath looms, I wonder, how will you taste this grief?

When you will never hear of my words

It's perfectly normal to shed a tear or two. If you don't, well, welcome to the club.

Fate and Destiny

2009-07-14T07:20:00.000-07:00

Providence!

What is it? What proof is there of it?
Since we possess only a subjective knowledge of it; and ever so scanty

Kismet.
Fails to light up our way
For it would be inimical to its nature
It only reveals itself in retrospect

Fate and destiny.
Eternal foe of the agnostic mind
And whose mind isn't agnostic
We but only lie to ourselves

Karma, the nemesis of another life?
Nemesis, the karma of this life?
What do you believe in?

Parallel worlds and universes; could it be?
All choices already made
All avenues explored
Infinite planes and infinite times
Sounds grand, no?
Too great, even for our expanding cosmos
But what does it matter?
I think it but do not feel it
I certainly can't be certain of it

Serendipity, curse or coincidence
Call it what you will
What will be, will be

Ramblings in neverland

2009-07-14T07:08:00.001-07:00

We only hope or wait for sunrise
But you always blow out the candle after the sun rises

How easy is it to follow our hedonistic failings and blame it on a power higher

We cast our sights on the same thing
But one perceives differently from another
No fault of the thing; but the fault of ourselves
If only there was one perception to perceive; one conception to conceive

About the meaning of life, even the dumbest of the fools has an opinion
An opinion he believes is foolproof

The ballad of a brokenhearted geisha

2009-07-12T04:30:00.001-07:00

This snow is new.

My lover is gone

This is the fourth month without a letter

The small stream by our home will freeze soon

The fish will now move upstream

I've never caught a fish before

But I sit with my pole to forget

The trees will shed their leaves

The mountains will soon have caps

I'll start painting again

It's four months now and I haven't seen the postman

My lover quests and I thirst

Maybe the postman is dead; maybe I am dead.

Love & Reason

2009-07-12T02:18:00.001-07:00

Did I say something about the human heart being very elastic? Nah! It ain't just that. It's more like a super-elastic piece of flesh. Someone said that the heart and the head are like two sides of an hour-glass. One fills out as another drains. Nice. But not necessarily true. I think they can both be in tandem. After all they both share the same first three letters, hea. One can be in love without losing reason. It's natural. It happens. It's fly

Why? Why not?

2009-07-09T21:39:00.001-07:00

Here I am. I've long forgotten the reason why I blog. An online journal. A digital chronicler. An idle pastime. A vain hobby. My consternation stems from an overwhelming desire to write in covert prose. It's almost as if a part of me wants to say something without the other part being the wiser. Of course I don't know which part is in charge now or if this whole thing isn't a machination of my imagination. See? There goes an attempt again. Humph!

Falsefulness and Truthhood

2009-07-03T05:51:00.000-07:00

That flesh that makes the whole good when it's good
It makes the whole bad when it's bad

If I lived among the cruel and ancient Aztecs.
I'd offer myself for sacrifice and have it cut out
What use have I of it

Brutal, savage and heartless
Even the prophets had a dirty harry in Moses

I wanna be like the Borg
Drones, unfeeling and at peace
Not because they know peace but because they don't know war
War of the heart

The idea of a conscience and an innate evil is myth
The heart is a semi-conductor
She swings both ways
Like Foucault's pendulum
I'd rather mine swung not

Poetic License

2009-07-03T03:56:00.000-07:00

I'm swollen tender at the skin ready to burst
I'm ready to burst with things bottled up
I'm ready to burst with poetic pus from my deep poetic wound

They say if you're going around in circles, maybe you're cutting corners
One scratches at a poetic wound and expect it to heal?
A poet knows better

Words seldom have one meaning
Neither do the sentences they band together to form
For the weather, change is the only constant
So also seems the human heart

The heart is like ignis fatuus
The foolish flame stays not still but flickers like an undecided heart
An oxymoron for morons to ponder

The sculptor already has his masterpiece in his mind and in his stone
He only toils to bring it forth
And the sculptor has many a stone to chip at
I have mine in my mind but cannot wield a chisel or a hammer

I'm faced with the obvious consternation

The sculptor sees his masterpieces and proceeds to carve it
The painter sees his masterpieces and proceeds to paint it
The unskilled man only seems able to talk of his masterpiece

Everyone has a poetic license.

Human nature

2009-06-29T03:21:00.001-07:00

It's a cold cold world. Man is ruled. And rules are manned. The world's greatest predator. The worst kind of cannibal. Mankind. A suicidal race headed for an apocalypse. Wouldst that they agree to be called a race. But nay! The manned rules are too strong. Too potent in its allure and intoxication. Sloth, envy, greed, wrath, lust, a few deadly sins. The best man only subdues his tendencies. It's a cold cold world. Man is a cold cold beast

Broken

2009-06-26T20:43:00.000-07:00

False comforts. Dreams. Hopes and wishes. Man has always been plagued with the innate and burning desire to desire that which is out of reach. Sometimes, he surprises himself. Sometimes he doesn't. But he always desires that apple of his eye.

False comforts. Dreams. Hopes and wishes. When serendipity turns itself inside out, what do you call it then? Or when it ages like a flower and withers away, what do you call it then?

Can anyone tell me?

Forlorn

2009-06-26T05:19:00.000-07:00

I woke up late this morning feeling exactly the same way I felt before going to sleep. I've really tried to cheer myself up but I can't shake the ominous feeling. I feel like a skydiver who discovers while free falling at several thousand feet above sea level that his parachutes won't work. I feel like I headed for the rocks. MJ died today. It doesn't help a quantum. Sigh. I need things to go back the way they were. I am feeling so forlorn.

MJ pop icon is dead!

2009-06-26T02:14:00.001-07:00

It's so sad and sudden. I loved him. I hated him. Now I love him again. He was really a nice guy with too much controversy for any one man. I'm stunned.

Questions

2009-06-25T16:14:00.000-07:00

To be or not to be?

That is the question.

Pick the petals off and ask: she loves me or she loves me not?

That is the question.

Cut off from the world you wonder: is MJ dead or is he not?

That is the question.

Thoughts on relativity

2009-06-25T07:50:00.000-07:00

I only like Albert Einstein because of two things. E=MC2 and his delicious theory of relativity. It's exquisite. Absolutely fascinating. Other things that intrigue me are light and vacuum. This dude I like but who often gets things wrong, Rene Descartes, said something about a vacuum being impossible to create or something. It makes sense, really. To a 19th century man. Or is he from the 20th century? I forget. Anyways, I'd be more disposed to think it was impossible to sustain rather than create. But when you really look at it there's vacuum all around us. The air in space could be thicker but thinner as well. The disparity is, voila, the vacuum. So it's a question of how much vacuum is sustainable. Here I am talking about vacuum....

So, the theory of relativity. It still itches me that it's still widely called a theory. I first learnt of this theory in a school magazine when I was still in Secondary school. A small obscure article at the end of the magazine caught my attention because it was supposedly boring. At least that was what the other students said. I read the thing and didn't really get it the first time. I read it again and again until, eureka, it sunk. Oh, happy day.

I felt enlightened. Almost smug. Like I was initiated into a cult of great thinkers (I was 15, gimme a break). Now, personally I think it's a crime not to know about the theory of relativity. So, if you're thinking 'what the hell is this damn theory of relativity?' I think you should be locked up and the key should be thrown away. Just kidding. But seriously what the hell? The theory of relativity! In order not to spoil your quest for knowledge; just so you can enjoy the thrill of discovering it yourself (from people who know more about it than me) I'll only give you a synopsis.

Ok, consider yourself able to move at the speed of say, the speed of light. Think at the speed of light. Grow at the speed of light. Everything on earth happens at the speed of light. Then one's life from beginning to finish would probably take the time it takes for me to snap my finger, snap! Now, consider the flip side. That we were doing all the things I mentioned above but with a million times more time? Life would really suck, wouldn't it? It'd take Joe Sixpack like a millenia to get to work. Think about it.

Really. Think about it.

Who wants a poem? Sharrap! Just cuz you said you don't wanna read my crap, I'll shove it down ur throat anyway. If you log out or close this page, you computer will irredeemably crash! If you look away, you'll get meningitis! I know you're not superstitious but why risk it? Read the damn poem!

LOST

I seek truth
I cannot grasp it; it’s never to be found

I seek beauty
What’s left of it, so fucking rare

I seek freedom
But the greatest dungeon is one’s own loneliness

I seek knowledge
Of what shall I learn; who shall teach me?

Everybody drifting, never meeting
Nobody’s communing, for naught is to be communed with

I’m doing nothing about it; it’s my lot that I’m just one of the lot

It dissolves my resolve

2009-06-25T06:58:00.000-07:00

It dissolves my resolve

I've once asked how a leopard can blot its spots

Or a tiger wipe its stripes

You've gotta live the moment or it passes

Just like flames become dust and ashes

You have to cherish it or it perishes

You cannot find peace by running away from conflict

You have to become one with it

For tis easier to cut along the grain

One has a lot to lose but more to gain

For who defines light without knowing of darkness?

Or vice versa?

Many good things have sad ends

Lovers become friends

Friend become strangers

Strangers become enemies

But memory lane is a two way road

One just needs to choose between

Tarnishing the varnish

Or varnishing the tarnish

Numb

2009-06-17T08:17:00.000-07:00

No blog today cuz i feel kinda numb. So I'll just post a poem instead. I wrote this one day when I was extremely down. I can't believe sorrow can evoke nostalgic sentiments. Well, here's the poem.

BEREAVED

Simple pleasures like snow falling gently

Little tokens of love, like ducks gliding in line

Placid scenes of magnificent fountains amidst floral grandeur

Enchanting, yea, but unaffected I am without thee

Smiles have long deserted mine lips

And this void in my breast too great to fill

Poignant memories of fervent nights and tender morn

O thou truest and faithful sleep!

Come hither and overtake me

For 'tis so easy to wallow in thine reveries

I'll have the world know, pole to pole

That I loved thou so

Now you see it. Now you don't!

2009-06-16T03:26:00.000-07:00

Only those who knew what was know what is no more

June 12th

2009-06-12T15:55:00.001-07:00

June 12th, 1993. Where were you then? I think we'd just moved to our third house then. My brothers who are twins were just born about five months ago, hence the need for a bigger house. I was more interested in that mysterious spherical pig skin apparatus called a football. Didn't think of a job. Didn't think of girls. Certainly didn't think of the vast injustice which was the annulment of what is arguably the fairest election in the history of this country. Nigeria, that is, in case you've forgotten. Not until years later till I started thinking of girls and getting a job do I realise the importance of this date. May his soul and his wife's rest in perfect peace. M. K. O. Abiola and his wife Kudirat Abiola that is, in case you've forgotten. No poem today.

From Suicidal to Murderous

2009-06-12T02:51:00.000-07:00

Yesterday as you all know, I was a codswallop of melancholy. Today, I'm as mad as a catalan bull. Who's the matador of my anger? Why, who else makes me angry? My father! You, poor reader, probably expect me to spew and foam at the mouth while explaining what he did to piss me off. Nah! I'll just give you a paradigm. How would you feel if you wanted to go to Rome by December and someone without asking you went to get you tickets for Rome for December. You would feel great, right? But what if you'd changed your mind before you knew of anything and now wanna go by July and you tell this person and he says "what the hell do you mean July? I've already bought you tickets for December! You want to waste my money?" Nevermind I didn't ask for him to do this. Nevermind I wasn't gonna ask him to do this. Nevermind I'd never ask him to do this. Nevermind he didn't tell me he was gonna do this. Of course, this isn't really what happened today but you should get the picture. Someone goes out of his way to make you indebted to him and when you act like you couldn't care less, he blows his top like you're cheating him out of his rightful ass kissing. Humph! I can't wait to be rid of the guy, I tell ya. I need a job, pronto. Well, I think I feel better now. A poem to cool down the tempo!

NATURE BOY

When, sometimes, I’m walking through the woods
I start to ponder and wonder whether
Real and tangible or just plain ethereal is the weather

There is something about winter
When the ice is forming and the snow is falling
That makes my heart quiver

There is something about spring
When the ice is melting and the flowers are blooming
That makes me want to sing

There is something about autumn
When leaves are dropping and the wind is blowing
That makes me feel so solemn

There is something about summer
When the sun is blazing and kids are about
That makes everybody amber

Suicide Anonymous

2009-06-11T16:06:00.000-07:00

Humph! Humph nowhere near aptly describes the utter hopeless helplessness I'm feeling right now. Every day I wake up to the same bleeding drudgery. It's suffocating and one day I might just jump in front of a moving train. Maybe not. I might chicken out the last minute and only become handicapped for life. Reminds me of some dumbass silver lining dreamers. They call handicapped people handicapable. The term is even in T9 database. What about the word blog for instance? They couldn't be bothered. Jeebus! I don't feel like being politically incorrect so I'll just keep on babbling till I pass some of my depression to you, poor unlucky reader. Why don't you find something more worthwhile to do instead of reading the blog of a deranged lunatic. I wonder if there are lunatics that aren't deranged. Hmmm. Consider that a moment and realise right now that you're better off, intellectually, to go watch grass grow someplace or watch paint dry. Instead of reading this blog. But if you're the stubborn mule I think you are, well, aluta continua! Victoria non ascerta! Just know, I'll be happier at the end of this. I can almost feel you seeping out my depression. Of course, it is impossible for me to write this and for you to read this at the same time but you know what I mean, Einstein. Maybe you don't, bozo. It's late and my eyes are heavy. In other words: I wanna get some freaking sleep. Take a minute to contemplate how you've totally wasted your time reading these concoctions of a disturbed mind. Do come back now. Anytime you feel too giddy with happiness and want me help you knock it off.

And so it begins..........

2009-06-10T07:33:00.000-07:00

Damn, It's been almost two years. I've abandoned my initial disposition to blogging which was: If/When I start blogging, I won't miss a day! This I've accepted to be unreasonable. So I'm now like: I'll blog as much as I can.I don't have much to say today except to not that this is the beginning of something I hope to be beautiful and in four years from now, I'll read what I'm writing now and proclaim "that is so lame!". In order not to disgust the four years older me, I'll just post one of my poems (I've given up on making money from them too). I hope you like it. (and, uh, at least ask me before you duplicate it somewhere else if you're so disposed)

APOCALYSE

You will taste sorrow when you hear of my words……..

A crushed soul with just enough life to keep on suffering
A father spared, only to bury his own child
A boy fighting another battle of a long war, having forgotten what he was fighting for
The sun setting, fearing to rise again over an utterly devastated land
The saturated earth vomiting men buried, for it can bear no more
The blood of nations freezing across the snow, a crimson emblem branding the world with eternal guilt
Annihilation creeping slowly and surely, wafting like a zephyr
The heavens weeping terribly, unceasing and never easing for a consummate evil

How did it come to this?
How did it come to this?

Look! Behold, wraiths of generations past, roaming forlornly and with absolute apathy
As my last breath looms, I wonder, how will you taste this grief?

When you will never hear of my words

I on me

2007-08-02T07:58:00.000-07:00

These are the things I and Myself think about Me. I thinks Me is majorly a very nice guy and even he hasn't seen his proverbial dark side, Myself thinks he'll probably be scared shitless of that side if it ever should come out. I thinks that's a classic case of MPD with one side having 99.99% dominance. I and myself both agree that Me seems to love people who have above average sense of humour, who like to read, watch movies and basically make friends (good friends)