SarAndiPiTy

Guest Blog post

2011-10-25T02:58:00.000-07:00

*this is a piece done by a good friend of mine, who surprised me one day,just one of those people i never imagined would sit down and write..it seems you never know what lies within the minds of people,the unexpected.. i really liked it and thought it would feature in my blog as my first post of this year...after a 12 month hiatus, i am back..with a guest blog..no need to feel too cheated though. enjoy :P*

She picks herself up, dusts her self-worth then hums a crafty song and walks away.how i wish she had used me as her walking stick just to be wanted by her in any form of consent.she later on sips a hot coffee from one of her 'i love u' coffee mugs and sighs of her intimate but lonely days.she consoles herself with a rock band singing ''inject me with your poison and infect me with your love'',she unisonley nods her head as the band feeds her thoughts with the profound bass of the two-way guitar.after the rock band has faded she then switches to Mozart,where it happens she is caught in between emotions of her present and her shunned down past.
she cant afford to cry because she is more of a hard-stuff than a lovey-dovey lady,or so she thinks she is..
finally, so full of mixed thoughts and emotions she retires to bed and wishes that the chills of the night would freeze her already stupid heart to an icebox.no love found no love known, is her belittled prayer for her known future.
take heart my love, i so wish we meet in her world of the unknown.for i will be in debt of her sweet love.no asunder shall be hinted by any of beast or human affiliates for our super-normal love.sleep tight my dear because tomorrow will be a better day for Eros and Ac...

D-minor

Musicality

2010-10-06T04:57:00.000-07:00

He got rhythm. She got soul.
They are the words to their unspoken song.
He funkifies her soul. She harmonizes his rhythm.
As they add note by not to the music bar the hang on.
Colouring their melodies with thoughts in unison.
Making sweet the tune strung from their shared feelings.
Creating Love songs. Sad songs. Life songs.
Their song.
Having moments that go off tune when they are in discord.
But always bouncing back with modulations to higher and stronger bonds.
Renaissance. Baroque. Romanticism
Each period being withing their definitive nature.
Understanding each other to levels of major heights and diminished lows.
Winding each other in their circle of fifths.
Balancing their polyphonism into a monotone
Representing the oneness that they are.
And together forming the absolute and sweetest melody.
Ending in nothing but a perfect cadence.
She is the Soul. He is the Rhytnm.
Funkified. Harmonized. Soulidified and Rhythmic.
They are the Music of their Hearts.

this is to Mr& Mrs Kagotho,Mr& Mrs Njoroge,Mr& Mrs Gatama,Mr& Mrs Thuo,Mr& Mrs Rithari, Dr& Mrs Kinyua,Mr& Mrs Ndungu,Mr& Mrs Mwenda and all those parents out there who teach us that youth is just as old as the love you have.

xoxo

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2010-09-20T19:09:00.001-07:00

FACT: I am that girl who cannot sing,draw,dance,act,run,make funny voices,imitate,draw,roll her tongue,twitch her ears,scream or draw to save my life..actually i think if aliens held me at ray/laser gun point and told me to do the above,they'd probably just let me go and brand me highly unsuitable for their time wastage...you get the point at how not so good i am..yeah..

But i guess thats the one thing i love about me..all through my life,in the way we was brought up,there was always this lingering notion that your talent had to fall within one of the above stated category..only..and therefore everyone who'd discovered what their talent was,was either a singer,an actor,a dancer,good at sports etc..and because i had budding potential at none,i always believed that God had somehow forgotten to sprinkle talent dust on me while he was gift wrapping me for my mummy..but with time and age i got to discover that just because i cant do things everyone can doesn't mean am useless(though i highly believe my brother thinks i am.its the love)it just means i can do stuff not many ppl can..and for that i learnt to appreciate the fact that i can string words together,or listen to ppl and good music,or play with my nosetrils or actually get dogs to like me(i wish the same was with kids,and no,not baby goats,am actually good with those also)just the small tiny things..and i'm guessing thats in tune with my character..small things make me happy so i'd very much rather be a small person with a big influence..so today i'm happy about me..just because i'm cool..and i rarely give myself compliments so this feels weird..but hey,a girl's got to love herself,don't she??

And to everyone who brings out who i am,thank you..you are highly appreciated:-)

Happiest 21st birthday to me:-*

*ribena toast*

21 days to my 21st on the 21st..

2010-09-02T14:24:00.001-07:00

First of all,i probably might not make it to the 21st. Its always by God's grace that such things happen..and for that i thank Him...

Ever since i was 14,every year on my birthday,i write myself a letter. Within this letter i tell myself of all the things i've gone through in the past year,the changes i've passed through,what i've learnt and who i've grown into. And every year on the day after my birthday,i reread that letter then unceremoniously tear it up into shreds..and now you know something you didn't know about me..

This year i turn 21,which according to world social standards is a big step..more so for me,i turn 21 on the 21st(you realize you only turn your birthdate once in your life hence the excitement). I'd planned on writing out the above heading on my blog a few months ago. I was meant to write about all the things i wanted to do before 21,you know the usual,piercings,girl on girl experience,bungee jumping,attemps at tatoos,serial dating,going to a casino etc(you get the point right??) i'd wanted to share about the stuff i wanted to do now that i was 21,floss about how am now worldwide legal and stuff like that..i had a lot riding on my mind bout this 21 post,till this evening..

21days to my 21st,this particular evening that is today,i happened to have an amazing talk with one of the most intellectual ppl i know..it started out with a walk in the drizzle,one of the few things i actually like doing(yeah,walkin in the rain) and most randomly we ended up having a drink over conversation waiting for the rain to get bored and stop pouring...and within that 1hour,i finally realized what i really wanted to be written in this piece...

We all have good days and we all have bad days. We all have ways of dealing with our bad days. We all have ways of sharing the joys of our good days. We all have ppl who ruin your day. We all have ppl who make you smile during your worst times. We all have dreams of what we want to become. we all have regrets of how part of us turned out. Life is an oxymoron of sorts. Its a beautiful lie,its the ugly truth. But life is what we make it with the help of He who made us. Its what we choose our friends to be,its what we choose to be to our families. Its what we choose to know and to learn, its what we choose to desire to discover...We all have good days and bad days..and those shall soon come to pass..so in my 21st year, i'll choose to be the best daughter,sister,aunt,niece,friend,mother,mentor,teacher and person that i can possibly be..and through those things learn the important things of this life...to live,to laugh,to love and above all to worship in every circumstance...for without His grace,where would i be??

There is a thread from the heart to the lips,
Where the secret of life is woven,
Words tear the thread but in silence the secret speaks..

I fear i have overstepped my silence..

To any one who reads this,may you be blessed with a wonderful year..say what you need to say,and remember to Live,Laugh and Love..and die happy:-)

Xoxo
Me:-)

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2010-08-13T13:50:00.000-07:00

Everyone is always quoting that 'my deepest fear is not that i'm inadequate,but that am powerful beyond measure'..thinkin about it,it makes sense,most common man is fearful that they are powerful beyond measure...but for the rest of the deep folk,they are not fearful that they're powerful beyond measure...that is somethin that they already know..the fearful thing is that,with freewill, we may abuse the power of our nature...in essence,we should already realize that we are powerful,through the words we speak,through the thoughts that run in our minds,and through the ideas unspoken that we precariously hide at the back of the unexplored silences of our minds..the problem lies far beyond the fact that we know we are powerful beyond measure..but what the world would come to if we were to make public what runs in our minds...You see,in my opinion,the human mind is complex..everyone's thoughts are unique to themselves,but there exists a class of people,a minority..who the majority cannot seem to understand,thus seem to brand as weird,who in the depths of the corners of their minds hold ideas,merely ideas,that if brought to light,would change the way the world thinks...if given a chance to be exposed,would bring about a revolution..a new era..a new perception...and in so doing would open up possibilities way beyond the scope of imagination...but that,sadly would never happen,because we live in a world branded...everything has a label,and that which is not ordinary is labelled not wanted...we live in a world where everyone is trying to be equal,to be the same,they call it globalisation...but i dare say that we need to live in a world where everyone strives to be the same but in a different way,a circle inside a square to fit the triangle of life..that diversity is what we need,to be able to advance to greater heights...but fear is our biggest obstacle..fear is our greatest enemy dressed as our dearest friend..who then puts the thought in our minds that 'our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate...'..but for those enlightened,they may be able to say that their greatest fear is not that they are inadequate,nor are they powerful beyond measure,but that,with freewill, they may abuse the power of their nature...lets work to rectify our fears,learn to control our fears,and see where fate/grace may lead us to achieve this rarely embarked on task...fight to learn how to control your fear...the world would soon become a better place...or ultimately just end up way worse than it already is(well.we do have to explore all possibilities,don't we)

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2010-07-27T09:45:00.000-07:00

Anyway so today in one of my lectures,for like the 369th time in my life(ok thats an exaggerated number,lets bring it down to 48th time)i was once again informed of the fight or flight adrenaline theory...you know the one where if you find yourself in a stressful situation,your heart rate increases,your muscles gain super powers and you can do amazing things??yeah that one,and once again for the 48th ish time in my life,my lecturer used the one example always used... "if you come face to face with a lion,then your adrenaline levels go up blah blah..."i lost concentration soon thereafter because random questions took over..So that statement got me thinking of how highly illogical that example,which i am 100% sure anyone who's gone through our beloved 8.4.4 system has at one point,been told..true??Thinking about it,how many ppl in your life do you know ever came face to face with a hungry lion??like really??which kenyan person is this you know who takes walks in the forest and comes face to face with a lion and suddenly their fight or flight mechanisms took over??see??very illogical things we're taught in kenyan schools...if you ask me,they should change that example to somethin like "your adrenaline levels should go up if you come across a group of Kenya Police carrying AK47's..for all you know they might fire aimlessly and you may end up being that suspected gangster that has been terrorizing the neighbourhood" Such are the things that should make you bloody scared...

So now this lion thing got me thinkin again of all the lies we were told as kids..you know,all these things which you think about are simply nonsense..for example,i am also more than sure that at one or a few points in our primary lives,we were told that we could become the next presidents of Kenya...REALLY??thats just giving kids false hopes..look at it this way..when being told this president vibes,you were probably between 10-16,i there was a general election between that time,you were too young to be president,so that clearly wasn't your time..come a few years later and you can actually vie for presidency,but you'll probably be trying to make ends meet,feed the babies or trying to move out of home(at 35??) or something that life demands..by then the next general election shall come and a president shall be appointed.If its the continuing president,then you might have a chance in the next two terms or if its a new one,try your luck 15-20yrs down the line..and anyway only one person can be president at a time,so its really much of a gamble...now thats what you call giving kids false hope...smh...

Oh then i had another thought in my head,but am hungry so its disappeared..seems like this is the end of this random bubblings...i really should stop this now:-)

Cheers..
Xoxo

P.s Next time its about coffee companies and exams..thats if i actually come round to writing it:)

Letter to 13 year old me

2010-07-08T10:40:00.000-07:00

Hey you..
Its me,you from the future..everyone was kinda doing this so i figured it wouldn't hurt to follow the crowd this time round...so where to start..

Oh goodness,i can see you so clearly in my mind..13 years old,shy,carefree and a TV addict(seriously you watch too much TV,you'll get bored eventually though)..your very similar to who i am now,only am more grown and less naive..13 is gonna be a very interestin year for you,you'd best believe..you somehow,under circumstances never fully understood,pass your KCPE nd as much as you don't make it to Loreto limuru aka Kottet,as much as you wanted to,you land yourself in the last place you'd have ever expected to go...and it comes as a blessing in disguise,because the friends you make in high school are still some of your best friends many years after you clear..

Unfortunately,you still are the youngest in your class in form 1,and its not gonna change till you join campus,you'll always be the baby,and they will still continue pinchin your cheeks for a long while after..its true some things never change..but some do,like the way you stop being the chubby girl,yeah don't worry,i know the boys make fun of you(especially because your hopeless at running) but few years down the line,they'll have forgotten..well you won't become skinny thin,but a nice curvey chub chub..haha your gonna have to wait and see how that one turns out..
oh yeah,your just about to clear prima and i can see you sitting next to your biggest crush..and your probably blushin like hell when he talks to you(btw the blushing aint gonna stop any time soon).dont worry bout him,crush away..your gonna look at him few years later and wonder what the hell you ever saw in him..and anyway he was never your type ..13 is the year your gonna discover you love writing out your thoughts,and that journal you write your silly primary school things in is going to be your best friend in high school,and many years and many journal volumes later,you'll still be journalling..your main self trademark..

Be warned though,you'll discover your a phase kinda girl,and you'll have a number of those as time goes by..but don't dwell too much on such,they're just passing by..though some of them are gonna be very interestin to explore.Goodness,your white boy phase is about to start btw(Mrs CMM will be ur nickname..Chad Michael from one tree hill,you'll be watchin that soon),your gonna go crazy over the spikey hair and the punk look for a while but its going to end..

i think about you and envy you,the good girl who's a superb Christian,just as mum raised you..its gonna reach a point where you will start questioning religion and eventually stray far far away from the path but be sure you'll always acknowledge God,but its gonna take some work to go back to where you are now..anyway you'll end up being pretty much the same,with awesome friends and family..enjoy 13,its a pretty good one for you..things are gonna get tougher when u grow up and you'll need to learn how to make decisions,be a big responsible girl and stuff..i really don't want to sell out all the secrets so ill leave you to that..so cheers,see you when you get here:)

Love.

P.S Don't change a single bit of you as much as the pressure is there to do so,you'll turn out just fine,different but fine:)

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2010-06-15T19:17:00.000-07:00

WITHDRAWAL SYMPTOMS...my version

withdrawal is one phase of my life I hate..literally..i could take a knife and shove it down its left elbow if it was a person. And I can bet u a million bob, if I had that a million bob, that you hate it too.

my good englishmen friends at The Oxford University(am guessin thats why it was called The Oxford Dictionary) in their genius of this foreign language that we pride ourselves in, described the word(s) withdrawal symptoms as “the feeling of being depressed by the absence of something, literally, the unpleasant physical reaction that accompanies the process of ceasing to take an addictive drug”...simple and straightforward. Well, its not always about the drugs, though if you think about it, your addiction of whatever can always be termed as a drug. Id check up the meaning of drug from the oxford men just to be clear but i've already returned the dictionary on the shelf and I aint feelin that vibe of standing up again. So, the point of this random bubblin of today is that..i hate withdrawal symptoming and more so because im caught right up in the middle of it.

I havent had a ribena fix in more than a week!!!! im actually quite proud of myself because i've been trying to quit its regular consumption for a while and now that i've gotten round to doing it, its a good thing...BUT truth be told, Im miserable, all I want when im thirsty is that bursting bubble feeling going down my throat in all its purple glory..i actually feel like a junkie who should check into rehab or something..or the way im trying to get on with my life after Greys Anatomy writers decided that they should end the bloody season the way they did. Its a really hard thing knowing that there are no more episodes to look forward to and its even harder finding somethin thats gonna replace that relationship I had with all the attendings and interns at Seattle Grace Hospital. The thought that no one is ever gonna replace Dr. Torres is a baad baaaad thought. So much for my lesbo crush vibes lol.

Which now brings me to withdrawing from holiday. There is nothing as hard and as difficult as the thought that you can no longer sleep in till way past nine, or that your back to an environment where you actually have to do stuff and people bigger than you will complain when you actually dont do the stuff and worse yet you have to learn how to write notes fast again..right after you forgot how to hold a pen.. and the worst part is that, thanks to Aristotle and Socrates, who felt the need to dispense their wisdom upon younger generations ultimately leading to the evolution of school, is that we have no choice..hence the reason im up at 4 in the am's trying to get a grip of stuff ive been learning for about 3 months now...it sucks right??

so I now need to sign out and get some work done, but in actuality I shall be going through a process of withdrawaling from an awesome week, with thoughts of simple derailments, episodes of the weakest link at 1300hrs, a captain hook towel for a blankie coupled with my freezing toes, burgers and loads of good conversation..so like a coke addict or somethin I need to check myself into mental rehab, find a way to get on with my boring old schoollife and better my concentration...or maybe, just maybe, leave those thoughts in my mind, play them out every once in a while, smile for a moment then get eternally depressed right there after..as long as I just leave them intact...and at this point in time, the latter seems like a much better idea, and anyway there's always next time,right??..so now i'm gonna toast me a ribena to that :)

signed out
The Junkie

P.s there was somethin id wanted to include when I was writin this but I forgot..if I remember it past now it wont be of much help to you anyway :)

60 seconds thoughts..

2010-06-01T02:49:00.000-07:00

...at this particular moment i am neither whom i am meant to be nor am i where i am meant to be...
At this particular moment i just exist,
and in that particular moment,i hear my defining voices speak..
She says-am just a girl like me with her thoughts beside her,her dreams within her nd her fantasies holding her close to herself.
She says-am just a girl like me adoring simple pleasures,the last refuge of the complex.
She says-am just a girl like me realizing that she's too scared to face what she's always hoped for,weighing her courage against the fear of the unknown.
She says-am just a girl like me wanting to live in the moment...mindless,without reason,solution or question.
And then amidst all my defining voices,she hears I say.."am jus a girl like I wanting to enjoy her moment's perfect serendipity!!"

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2010-05-31T10:13:00.000-07:00

there's one thing that i have discovered that Kenyans can absolutely NOT live without..PAPERBAGS!!! Yeah paperbags is the one thing that people in this country of ours would die, lack of. You see if there's one thing i love doing is what we'd call in plain terms, people watching. its my favourite past time, my best sport and the one art that i have come to love and if i may say, master. So today in my amazing session of people watching which happened to take place on the stone pavement thingy on the back entrance of sarit, i came to the bright paperbag discovery of mine. really in all honesty, if they were to introduce those brown paper things that we see people on tv carrying their groceries in, there'd probably be a civil war or definately the numbers in upper muthaiga mental hospital(formerly known as Mathare)would tremendously go up. i mean that would be some form of capital torture. definately torture.

just imagine you going into nakumatt to buy a soda and instead of giving you a paper bag, they give u those brown paper thingys(ok can i just call them karatasi ya unga coz it fits better that brown paper thingys..deal??cool, moving on)yeah, so they give u karatasi ya unga to carry your stuff in.. or you want to go take shoes to the cobbler(weuwe kizungu is on point!!!) and your over there carrying torn viatus in karatasi ya unga...approximately every one in three people walking out of sarit was handling a paper bag..ok the fact that theres a major supermarket in there helps that fact but still..and come on think of the middle class kenyans,those of us without cars that can comfortably handle the karatasi ya jogoo..its actually quite a depressing thought...

and this post is gonna have to be cut short seeing as i just heard my name being called very menacingly by my mother and if i dont answer ill probably find my clothes outside the gate in a paperbag...so to be continued at a later time..

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2010-05-11T00:18:00.001-07:00

Campus politics..i hate campus politics.No,actually i HATE campus politics.This extends to all kinds of politics anyway,political politics,church politics.friends stealing friends politics right down to the politics in my head(my voices do campaign to win the big post of being the main voice in my head.i like all of them though,keep wondering why they go through all that)..but thats beside the point..i really really do hate campus politics..in fact so much that i never vote..

So here's the scenario..public university,full of shady people(no pun intended,just speakin from figures) who all want to be the head of some department or the other. Ok fine,i know having leadership skills and all that ish is apparently good stuff,but don't turn into a cheating,vote buying.free soda/beer giving to get more votes kind of candidate...REALLY??i think there has to be better ways to do this thing..be subtle about it ppl..at least,gosh its the most polite thing you can do..

Hence the reason i never vote during campus elections...first of all,i hate all those posters strewn everywhere..ok don't get me wrong,am not against the posters(yeah right) but just don't glue them aimlessly everywhere... On a normal non campaign day,campus is actually a very beautiful place,very spotlessly clean and professionally manicured by hardworkin kenyans who i highly suspect aren't paid enough..then all of a sudden campaigns start and there are posters(which i still dont have a problem with...ahem ahem) GLUED everywhere...on walls,trees,in the middle of the road,on walls,on walls and on more walls..the fact that some candidates glue 6 posters of themselves at the same place doesn't make that better... Once again,i don't have a problem with the posters,but honestly...somethin unique every once in a while would be appreciated..and the hell with the taglines?? A paradigm shift into your future, Leadership that leads(i wonder what other kind there is), For Justice,Truth and Educational steering into the future to name but a few of the least ridiculous ones...i think i even lost the point of this post in all this venting..oh well,you get it don't you...

Which brings me to my concluding statement...i have invariably made up my mind,help of the voices included,that come next year,i'm gonna make posters...not vie for a post,just make posters...simply because i can.. I am now in search for a picture of a very beautiful cow,preferably black and white,whose face shall don my posters together with the tagline 'Moo-ing forward to greener pastures and milking out potential with graze'...or alternatively,put up a pic of Farmer John and Sheep with the tagline 'the baa-gining of a leader who farms what you plant'...lets see if those shall work..who knows,ppl might just vote for me:-)

Signed out
Me:)

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2010-05-04T05:32:00.000-07:00

So...I kinda need a printer attached to my head!!!

Yeah,basically thats the point..a printer attached to my head..although it does end up being more of a wish than an actual want.you see the thing is i just realized somethin(i actually do have rare moments of intelligent realizations)that,i have so many thoughts in my head only that my laziness never allows me to write them out...EVER..so it ends up being a waste of space in my brain(all hail kid cudi for that line)..so therefore the need for a printer.you see,that way,everytime i come up with a bright idea,all i'd need to do is press the invisible button built in to my temple,and my thoughts would be printed out..i just don't know how where the paper's gonna come out from but hey,with all this ingenuity man prides himself to have,am sure the good japanese will figure that out...and then everyone would be happy:-)

So i actually do need a printer attached to my head..and to make life more interesting,get me a coloured one too:-)

mindlessness

2010-04-09T11:42:00.000-07:00

she can hear his silence
his deep silence
speaking to her
whispering out in words so gentle
a voice so still,drawing her senses towards him,
urging her to listen
to read his thoughts
and hear what he has to quietly say
his silence opens up her eyes to undiscovered possibilities
resting in the dark corners of his mind
and to dreams stashed so secretly away,
saved for another brighter day
when he shall dare to dream again..
it leads her to who he truly is,
the child within,
who sits and waits ever so patiently
longing just to be heard and understood,
harbouring his fears and secrets in his self created pandora box
that he clutches so tightly to himself,
she sighs...he smiles...
she notices his sense of wonder..intimidating..
marvelling at the honesty and childlike innocence
with which his wonder is generated,
she sees his thoughts wandering far into dimensions only known to his mind..exteme ingenuity..
she smiles..he sighs..
she looks at him and sees the world through his eyes..
a world where he is king and everythings right..
-imperfect perfection-he calls it
she closes her eyes and takes it all in,
savouring every bit of his knowledge,affections, senses and passions..
allowing herself to learn and transform into newness..inspired..
and within his silence,her own soul quietens..she is hushed..
and a deeper more profound silence forms,
elevating the understanding he and she share to a greater height..
and there they stay,
allowing only time to gently take them back to the reality where they belong...
she smiles..he smiles

untitled..2

2010-03-14T10:16:00.000-07:00

I met a man with no name
As I was walking down my Nothing Street
You know- the one where nothing exists??
He flagged me down with his hand
And looked as if he wanted to chat
But I, feeling confused and conflicted
Knew for a fact that
I wasn’t at all whatsoever interested
So I gave him a weak smile
Polite courtesies, they call it
That lasted for little less than a while
And I began to move on…
In hopes to get to my journeys end
But this stranger jumped and held my hand
And I could not help but stop
And look back
He begged me with his smile
Which unlike mine was genuinely wide
And I could not help but stop
And stare back
At this stranger beside me on nothing street

‘pardon me for my rudeness
But you seem to be lost.” He said
I can see it in your eyes
And feel it in your thoughts
You walk with the poise of a girl misplaced
And I couldn’t help but notice
The weariness in your feelings that’s laced
The trudge of your feet
shows of the conflict within
your inner battles between you and them
though you know not who them be
and I can see from your tear stained face
that you once beheld beauty and grace
but the world has torn you down
turned that lovely smile to a frown.
So take my hand, let me through
Be your friend and guide you through
Your journey’s end”

I stare back in disbelief
At the man down on nothing street
I stare back in shock and disbelief
Who the hell does he think he is??
to try and tell me who I am within??
To tear me apart piece by piece
And tell me the truth I dread to hear??
Who the hell does he think he is
This man down on nothing street??
I am not that broken and bruised
To make myself seem all that confused
I am not beaten and torn
To make him think me tired and worn
i think I am still going strong
depending on my wit and my instinct to move on
I think I still got my strength
To keep me keeping on
I doubt I am sure enough
That I can make it through on my own
I doubt I am wise enough
To help me get far beyond where I want to go
I know I am deprived of hope
Seeking for grace
And begging for salvation
And in my thought I find myself on my knees
Infront of the man with no name
Down on nothing street

and He shall take my hand this man
and lift me up from me knees
and He shall wipe the tears from my face
touch my broken heart
and leave behind no trace
and He shall take away the pain
not forgetting the guilt and the shame
and He shall call me by my name
with His gentle still voice
and I shall look up and in His face
I shall see compassion and grace
and His voice shall administer love
and His touch, grace
and I shall be healed and made whole
and my nothing shall be turned
into something
all done for me for free at no fee
by this man with no name
down on my now Something Street.

**it always comes down to what you choose to believe in**

Untitled

2010-02-13T17:40:00.000-08:00

She talks of things her eyes have never seen but her mind has imagined,
Traveled to the lands of old and fought with the armies of the north,she has been where the sun opens its eyes to the world,to where the moon kisses the earth goodbye..
She has danced for the rich kings of power and been wooed by the most chivalric of men..
She has been to the land where the wind blows off her bonnet,as she rides in a horse drawn carriage..
She's the girl who's the mother to the poor boy stealing for a living,the wife to the seaman who prays everyday for her husband to beat the tide.
She's the daughter to the village elder,gettin married off to a man she don't love,she's the sister to the samurai warrior who chose death before dishonour..
She's the queen of the land she rules yet she's the quiet maidservant brushing her mistresses hair
She's all this in the world and beyond,she's everything she can ever imagine...she can go wherever she wants,be whoever she wills..
And above all she can choose whomever she loves..for her heart is hers to give,and she may give it to whoever she chooses...
So if you're her choice...be a man about it and treat her right...because as i said,she chose you..and such choice is often an honour..

Happy Death to Dear Delphi day(my version of Valentines)

Xoxo

P.s this was written under the influence of insomnia...but yes i do get surges of extreme mushy emotion every now and then..

P.s as i just reread it and realized how lame this sounds hehe..but thats why its my blog:-)

You know..you dont

2010-01-18T02:38:00.001-08:00

soooo??
yeah
u think?
think wat?
you know
i dont
you do
what?
you know you know?
ill assume
thats fine
am assuming
sooooo?
yeah
yeah what?
u sure?
i said i guess
ok fine
fine ?
really?
dont know
come on
come on what?
help me out
how?
just
just?
yeah just?
just why?
cant say
how now?
just cant
ummm?
no words
ok
but ill try to
go ahead

my heart
your heart
my soul
your soul
my words
me to you
frozen
cant speak
cant think
speechless
my mind
standstill...

why???

because
you there
amazing
confusion
cool
distracting
deep
uh-huh
dont know
dont ask
please
just dont
understand
somehow
agony
explanations
too hard
am flushed
got to go

wait
dont
please dont

huh??
i like

u do??

uh-huh

you see
talk to her
says india
a moment
think i will
my superstar
floetically
i want you
just commonly
love rains
most def
undiscovered
perfect
cast a spell
dont care
you see
its true
i do
for you
ill shine
break you off
strip you
poetically
inspiration
u smile
i smile
sunshine
stars
colors
all around
thats you
for me
so please
dont go
stay
just a while
a minute
not
an hour

you see
my thoughts
your thoughts
divine
simplicity
absolute
complexity
and ...

BUTTERFLIES!!!

the end...

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2010-01-18T02:34:00.000-08:00

He stands at her doorstep,
Coat pressed,badge in place,
Takin in the air,
Pregnant With the promise of sunshine rain...
A gentle knock from his hand
Sets his mission in flair..
And so he waits for an answer,
With anticipation too much to bear
He can hear her breath on the other side of the door..sweet..
So he smiles..then he waits.
He waits for her answer to his unspoken question,
Communicated through their senses,affections and passions,
Hoping that with each passing thought through her head
Shall bring him long awaited happiness and satisfaction..
Yet he knows that it might not be so,
And in his eyes glow a hint of courage mixed with a fear of rejection,
So he knocks again,as if to remind her that she is the cause and effect,
And probably will be the end
To his dream of life's perfection..
And so he waits..

She leans on the door,her back against it,
With intention of having her heart as far away as she possibly can,
Tears made from elements of want and doubt,
Her heart wants in but her feelings want out..
She can feel his love for her seep throught the cracks,
Intoxicating unintentional captivity..
She turns around,her chest now against the door..
And with a tear in her eye,she whispers to herself
'There are two hearts whose movements thrill,
In unison so closely sweet,
That pulse to pulse responsive still
They both must heave or cease to beat...'
The clarity of her intent swallowed up in her own silence.
She hears his gentle knock again,
As if to remind her that she is the cause and effect,
Herself knowing that she IS the end to his dream of life's perfection.
And with a tear stained smile she gives the lock a click
With the unopened door saving herself the real aftermath of war,
And she walks away from eventual hurt and pain..
Leaving him there standing,waiting in the sunshine rain...

Sun is shinin..

2009-03-04T13:55:00.001-08:00

Sun is shining...makes you want to move your dancing feet..want you to know am a rainbow too,to the rescue here i am...

Mr.Marley jus had to write those words 4 me...you best believe...its the same way at the moment i am utterly hypnotized by gemineye who just offered me a penny for my thoughts...and that just makes me incessantly wonder and fail to comprehend how the hell most of y'all dont appreciate the beauty and depth of words...how??or maybe its just me(maybe i got too much blood in my head considering my legs are up against the wall as i read this!!)bt anyway understandin the minds of men is a task too futile to begin trying to accomplish...and God made it worse by givin us free will...how on earth does HE manage to keep track of all 6 billion changin thoughts??but then again why am i questioning the awesomess of His ability...Be still and knw that He is...

On that note..i should probably sleep now...

Till my next blog session,peace out people...

Keep smilin:)

SarAndiPiTy

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