tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54264662691708064662024-02-19T20:26:23.912-08:00Crash landing naked.Of a wild wild heart and the naked truth.Poety.soumeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03185025864039258299noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426466269170806466.post-26758351892856985082013-01-17T05:07:00.002-08:002013-01-17T05:15:30.873-08:00Rhythmic healing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It was me calling, in the middle of the night<br />
Tired of running, I wanted instead, to fight<br />
Because I was aching, from a wound<br />
A painful cut of betrayal, decades old<br />
Threatening to rip my insides apart<br />
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That night, I chose to call you<br />
Because you are aloof to my pain<br />
Which strangely makes you strong<br />
Stronger than I have dared to be<br />
Power over my weakness<br />
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You understood; without a word spoken<br />
that, I didn't want love, not that night<br />
I didn't want care, at least not then<br />
I needed healing, and I found it there<br />
In the pounding inside your chest<br />
Your heart rhythmically consoling mine<br />
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Rocking me in your tight embrace<br />
Quiet like the snow, yet so warm<br />
Tranquility descended on me<br />
A rare peace washed over me<br />
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I hoped that is what forgiveness feels like.<br />
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soumeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03185025864039258299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426466269170806466.post-92054290478354748032013-01-15T08:28:00.000-08:002013-01-15T08:30:27.909-08:00Sleepless<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br /><br /><br /> Most times one has a good night's sleep, <br />Other times one get's so worked up<br />That all one can do is turn and toss<br />Clench and un-clench, curse and curse.<br /><br />Often times it can be narrowed down<br />To one's poor judgement of character...<br />So poor that it haunts them<br />Even in the deep of sleep.</div>
soumeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03185025864039258299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426466269170806466.post-31670315396732035902012-12-18T11:07:00.000-08:002012-12-18T11:15:28.645-08:00To be wanted<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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For someone to fix her in a gaze<br />
Is all she wanted.<br />
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For that someone to find<br />
Irresistible in her form<br />
Breathtaking in her lips<br />
The milky way in her eyes<br />
A treasure worth digging<br />
A blizzard worth braving<br />
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Enough was being said<br />
But she wanted to feel it<br />
In the beat of his heart<br />
As he leaned into her<br />
Arrested…<br />
by her femininity so unique<br />
He would be unable to peel himself<br />
off of her…<br />
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He would want her unashamedly,<br />
Unashamed indeed, for he would know<br />
With a knowledge so intimate<br />
That what stands in his presence<br />
Is royal, if not goddess<br />
He would be painfully aware<br />
Of every second lost<br />
Painful indeed, for he would know<br />
With a knowledge so profound<br />
That what is in his possession<br />
Is rare, if not divine.<br />
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Slowly…<br />
It dawns on her<br />
This is romantic<br />
Only when it doesn’t happen.</div>
soumeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03185025864039258299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426466269170806466.post-80334558903639893202012-08-16T17:47:00.000-07:002012-08-16T18:24:04.667-07:00Rudisha, my man!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Let’s talk
about a man, a man about a shoe, a man about to shine… oh wait, he has already
shone, this man, at the tracks, smack in the middle of the Olympics, the whole world
watching. Certainly confident of his capabilities, he embarked on a journey, a
path walked before by our very own Wilson Kipketer; fear aside, sights set high,
he set out to out-shine history and out-do himself. The city was
London and the year was twenty twelve.</div>
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We were all there
singing the song on our lips, about the colours of our national pride, the
black, the white, green and the red, that which unites us and reminds us about
who we are and from where we have come. We know deep in our hearts we can bank
on the dependable, the things common among us, we say we are champions in athletics
and that is because we know we are. We celebrate these things that bring us
together, the little but powerful things we share, like the shoe polish we all
use, that can of Kiwi, a symbol of quality, durability and a shine like no
other, doesn’t matter who you are young or old, Kiwi has got something for you and your shoes; the polish, the wax, the cleaner, the dye, doesn’t matter your preferences,
they got you covered in black, dark tan, light tan, mid tan, brown, burgundy,
neutral, navy blue, you name it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Rudisha did
it before, and he has done it again, no fear, just faith, the faith that forges
forward, the faith that nurtures and trains for victory, the faith that
consistently and triumphantly wins, the faith that moves mountains and breaks
records, the faith that renews, restores and sets new records. This is the same
faith a mother has in her children, the faith that they will turn out alright,
the faith that they will learn and practice the lessons they learn, that they
will shine in all aspects, hair to shoe, that they will always remember the
basics, like how to maintain their leather shoes; that when you make an
investment in something, you take care of it, you nurture it, you clean it, you
polish it, you make it shine, you make it last longer because that is the
reflection of who you are and where you come from.<o:p></o:p></div>
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This man we
talk about, is a shining star, a knight in shiny gear and shining shoes a son
of the land, home to many a shining stars and he doesn’t let that hinder him
from polishing his own star with a touch of Kiwi, giving it a shine like no other,<i> Kwani hakuna mng’aro kama mng’aro wa Kiwi,
Kiwi hung’arisha, Kiwi huboresha na Kiwi hutunza</i>. His is a touch of speed, steady
lead; a touch of grace, dignified pride; the Midas touch, golden medals; a gentle man, humbling humility; composed, the
perfect portrait of a together young man; a hardworking fellow who takes the
time to groom and takes pride in his appearance; a reflection of his status.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He has brought
us fame and more, taught us lessons lasting forever more: patience, persistence,
resilience and excellence, he is the embodiment of greatness. Poised, even in
the face of unimaginable expectations; he is not, deterred by the deafening cheers
but feeds off the positive energy, the faith of those watching, he is motivated
by the goal ahead, the line at the finish of the 800 metres stretch. The city
was Beijing and the year was twenty zero six</div>
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Let’s talk
about the father and the son, let’s remember and celebrate the husband, the father, the
patriot and the passing down of the mantle of ethics, hard work and excellence,
generation after generation of daughters and sons who learn from history, who
hear that inner call and answer boldly, who run not away but towards their
destiny.<o:p></o:p></div>
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soumeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03185025864039258299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426466269170806466.post-78859668803175087852012-08-09T22:56:00.000-07:002012-12-18T12:16:16.539-08:00I AM YOU<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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How do you
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The lovers
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They of a thousand
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And hundreds of missions<o:p></o:p></div>
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They of many
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Stallions of
many colours<o:p></o:p></div>
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Hues from
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Committed to
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Travelling
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Discreet
alleys and dangerous woods<o:p></o:p></div>
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They that
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The comfort
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Abodes on
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Owning them
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Destinations
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Reasons
unspoken, yet understood, intrinsically<o:p></o:p></div>
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Songs sang
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Memories
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It’s as if
they never were but are, still<o:p></o:p></div>
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As though
gone but their presence behind, left<o:p></o:p></div>
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A beautiful
sunset, darkness setting in fast<o:p></o:p></div>
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A lovely
summer, petals lie scattered<o:p></o:p></div>
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A full moon,
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They say a thin skinned drum<br />Makes the loudest beat<br />I am fairly grounded amidst the bullshit<br />My harvest is sweet<br />I walked passed a crowd of creeps<br />The type who rob and speak<br />Like their résumé requested what they do upon the streets<br />I was adamant that I wouldn’t get<br />Involved with these ignored them peeps<br />I just kept my walk discreet<br />A few blocks later boom!<br />Sister’s aura is sweet<br />Initial shock left my heart with a faulting beat<br />“See I could live of yours if my heart stopped for weeks<br />May I walk with me, I mean you sorry my name is Tumi<br />Omar Salih when I am prying to the maker of your beauty<br />Couldn’t help but admire what’s your name little cutie?”<br />She said ‘I am in a rush thus don’t be a fuss<br />I mean for fucks sakes I need to catch the bus” “wait<br />It must be fate you sway to the soundless rhythms<br />Of club deejays, I don’t normally do this<br />But I don’t commonly view this<br />Sisters in the city got a thing for playing nudist<br />And you are fully dressed truly next to odd<br />So I pursue it give me your name and number<br />Where you been last summer<br />I know your world eagerly welcomes new comers<br />Come on!’ I grabbed her by the wrist and went on<br />“Forget the bus you look like you like the loud type<br />The fist in the air the fat black and lovely proud type<br />That’s me Tumi at your service with a purpose<br />I can play Biko and make white people nervous<br />Besides the taxi is cheaper<br />Damn it’s good to meet ya, come on!<br />Do I really have to ask again sweetheart?”<br />“Okay for goodness please hears my number get off your knees<br />My name’s Yvonne look man I really have to leave”<br />And with that I added more bounce to my stroll<br />I couldn’t wait two days<br />I went home and made the call<br />“Hallo, can I talk to that pumpkin Yvonne?”<br />“She got raped this afternoon she can’t come to the phone”</div>
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Hard day at work stains the face<br />But I was looking pretty<br />A five minute walk, through this place<br />Takes an hour in the city<br />See brothers act rude and throw gestures at you<br />Some will even try to grab like you in a petting zoo<br />You gotta get fully dressed and not summon suggestions<br />That will get you pressed to brothers<br />Thinking you show interest<br />I may be bugging but it’s like slavery or something<br />These cats mastered the art of space invasion but fuck it<br />I will deal with it tell them straight<br />How they make me feel and shit<br />It gets to a point where I feel conflict is imminent<br />Two blocks form the bus stop<br />This kid looking love struck<br />Mumbles something at me and I say nothing at he<br />Lord have mercy here’s another lusting at me<br />“Look I am in a rush thus don’t be a fuss<br />I mean for fucks fakes I need to catch the bus”<br />Ay these cats are made to frustrate/straight up<br />Grabbed me by my wrist I didn’t play that<br />He looked a little cute talking loud on his knees and shit<br />And brothers started looking he was smiling<br />Very pleased with it<br />I gave him my name and number and left suddenly<br />But still missed the bus I cussed this kid for loving me<br />Slapped from behind I turn around<br />There two in front of me<br />I am shaken I gave ‘em my purse<br />Thinking they mugging me<br />When the other two drag me to the nearest shrubbery<br />Pulls my lips to his unzips the jeans<br />And rips the seems<br />Knocked unconscious in attempts to scream</div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Yes...one that reads your feelings so ardour</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Of that your desire such splendour</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">As such it says; it's never a wonder</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">To have your smitten heart shudder</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">At the thought of her beauty; such grandeur.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">It's a bud; even as it doesn't flower</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">For they too call it soft, the poplar</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">It also shines bright, the lopsided star.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">The bud is meant to flower, the star to shine from under.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">For such is this Lvov, with its tuck and splinter.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">As you tread on this your crystal stair</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">The evening smiling with you as you stare</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">The pilgrim soul in you so bare</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">But filled with glad grace- Oh your flower!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Tulip, crocus, violet or rose- beauty beyond measure.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Let not the silken mists blind your eyes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">And cause you to bow shyly as wet swans</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Be cautious of jealous trouts</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Don't hit your toe on linden trees</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">And beware of the sun's flame-white disc.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Be sure to learn the song by heart</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Before you start to flatter and flaunt</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">It is not right for you to fight</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">If you learn it,it sounds right.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">The sun's flame-white disc will light,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">As you pursue your longing by night.</span>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">By Flora Njeru</span></div>soumeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03185025864039258299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426466269170806466.post-65842296522515586562012-07-02T00:09:00.000-07:002012-07-10T01:42:52.874-07:00Despite the Improbability<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: black;">Do you still want to go to Turkana?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">Now more than ever, with me perhaps?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">Do you still think I have a nice smile?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">That I am crazy?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">Do you still think I am good at romancing?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">That I should be a romance coach?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">That I should help people get love or laid?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">Because I am a master seducer!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">Do you still love them, the letters?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">Do I still get your heart-racing?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">Do you still think I am a genius?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">Would they still mush-you-out?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">Would you still find it such a lovely thing, the surprise tea?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">Would it still be utterly sweet?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">Would you still be speechless?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">Am I still your lovie?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">Am I still your friend?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">Am I just a “Msichana” to you now?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">Will we have a next time?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">So we can take more blurry photos?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">So we can call the
“Motorbyke” guy from the gorge?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">My photography… is it still absolutely gorgeous? Wow still?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">Is the waterfall still spectacular? </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">Should we publish how
you and I were lost in the woods<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">and how Spectacular it was to find the waterfall?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;">Was ours the shortest story ever told?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Of bruises and cuts that go beyond</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Engravings everlasting</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Ever present; ever so near</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Vivid reminders, nerve wrenching</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Beautiful ugly scars, bitter sweet memoirs</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Of a life lived in dismay</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Of loneliness and harrowing pain</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Everlasting infringements that die not</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Of tears shed; dreams lost</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Beautiful angels; they die too</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Behold!..a demon is born</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Out of mother earth's own flesh...and blood</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Out of fate; mother earth's silver platter</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Demons are made of these</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Earthly ills..that they wish not upon themselves</span><br style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Karma, what have you got to say for yourself?</span>
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<br /></div>soumeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03185025864039258299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426466269170806466.post-57354878788118003162011-05-18T03:55:00.000-07:002011-05-18T04:11:24.821-07:00Not intent on arriving<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-vJlgFxpwBZkLSQ8M_SeOyHmnjIaoiYTqtbdEBm6VJDL0UiquA8jTNC5SAXwpy7jtxx71cPJJgXgCxlX25QD9as4KrsUfevAy8zQ3S_HzRUZZyLCdJLm2etwMRup9PMG7D9D7WIuXvQVK/s1600/Flying_Books_2.36381119_std.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-vJlgFxpwBZkLSQ8M_SeOyHmnjIaoiYTqtbdEBm6VJDL0UiquA8jTNC5SAXwpy7jtxx71cPJJgXgCxlX25QD9as4KrsUfevAy8zQ3S_HzRUZZyLCdJLm2etwMRup9PMG7D9D7WIuXvQVK/s320/Flying_Books_2.36381119_std.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608009771807445730" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">I am a traveler</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">I have tickets to everywhere</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">I know that isn’t fair</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">And if you think this is hot air </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Allow me to share;</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Manuscripts are my airfare!</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">A book in hand</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Is worth a ticket around the world</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Many that one could afford</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">With a yearning to understand</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">The wisdom of the gods</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">You are no longer blind</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">When I reads I paint</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Pictures of emotions felt</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">By peoples different</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">In hearts, of lands distant</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Pains and laughs otherwise faint</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Becomes suddenly so acute</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Every time I read </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">I taste wine and rare bread</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">From the bakeries of the dead</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">And somehow breed</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">With their attitudes and creeds</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Gradually I am freed </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">On scribbled tablets</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">I find dark alleys</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">And numerous tunnels </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Leading to elongated railways</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Some, wide and common pathways</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Most, narrow and troubled waterways </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Whenever I read </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">I find and plant a seed</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">That painfully grows to feed</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">My innermost desires and needs</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Thus, I ascend</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt">That is why I read.</p> <p style="margin-top:.25in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:.25in;margin-left: 0in;background:white"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:"inherit","serif"; color:#333333">"The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page." -- St. Augustine<o:p></o:p></span></p>soumeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03185025864039258299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426466269170806466.post-83446880983927475312011-05-16T00:31:00.000-07:002011-05-16T00:37:22.009-07:00I have loved<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq1HutK95QqRiNofRy3xsYixeNDnIWSVsB61jFUPkQijXzki5-nMylBTEG3mcmKH8pvskXR0FBc6ss74o5A3SUO6A6_eqRnRlFILntUfmC_3Q-Au0DDycK7jGGrliqsPE4au8Q_IqvWfFg/s1600/What-is-Infatuation-300x225.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq1HutK95QqRiNofRy3xsYixeNDnIWSVsB61jFUPkQijXzki5-nMylBTEG3mcmKH8pvskXR0FBc6ss74o5A3SUO6A6_eqRnRlFILntUfmC_3Q-Au0DDycK7jGGrliqsPE4au8Q_IqvWfFg/s320/What-is-Infatuation-300x225.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607214244785293762" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left; ">Within me I search words to describe him by</div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span">But all I manage, is to cry</span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span">I go about my life as though he never existed</span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Though deep within, he never exited</span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span">I never loved another or 'felt' loved by another</span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; ">so </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">in sync as; he and I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "> together</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; ">I will outgrow this someday, to myself I think</span></span></span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">But no denying that I am weak</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">I will need the universe in its entirety at my aid</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">For I am and always will be afraid</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">To love, have, give, only to lose, hurt and pain</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Unless it is him, that I fall for again</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span">It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. With this I am content.</span></div><div style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div></span>soumeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03185025864039258299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426466269170806466.post-79615000584253387632011-04-03T05:29:00.000-07:002011-04-03T06:18:03.288-07:00It never ended.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1O8XVJpwz865U2gFjbsWa8GKWW4gfQZsBZaCKqTb6ZbQR130j8TT-LY1bBeHb0B6PEvusoOGlvOYbVosu1GqQg2CgTAMbRazHOpcY8kJIxL5sLJUE9OI7s81YCoBQQUWAS8W8MAd50c98/s1600/tango-ii.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1O8XVJpwz865U2gFjbsWa8GKWW4gfQZsBZaCKqTb6ZbQR130j8TT-LY1bBeHb0B6PEvusoOGlvOYbVosu1GqQg2CgTAMbRazHOpcY8kJIxL5sLJUE9OI7s81YCoBQQUWAS8W8MAd50c98/s320/tango-ii.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591342474082707682" /></a><br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span ><br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span >So we broke up, Tim and I,</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span >All I do now is dance to the song,</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span >In the safe of my broken heart,</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span >Dripping from my soft lips,</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span >The song that never ended.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span >Hidden behind this pile of paperwork,</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span >I’m immersed in great sadness,</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span >Engulfed in profound loneliness,</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span >My feet tapping away to the song,</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span >The song that never ended.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span >All I did Monday evening,</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span >In my delicate shiny robe, </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span >Alone in the empty house,</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span >Was dance under the dim lights,</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span >To the song that never ended.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span >With every turn, I felt you beside me,</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span >With every step, your silky lips necking me,</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span >With every swirl, was your easy touch,</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span >With every dip, I fell into your loving arms,</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span >And just like before the song never ended.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><br /></p>soumeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03185025864039258299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426466269170806466.post-89722967238662721852011-01-22T05:06:00.000-08:002011-01-22T06:13:02.723-08:00Our motorcycle diaries<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZZuVPhAZJET9hFgwj-h0tOwvWCAmdGtn5YgLYfQb0Ms21iUkXc-H7Wgbu0sRIOsJgaaoUm3e_GydUkody4bw5Mydy6rqvZoc3dd6ZbIBWUlhPu5MGFb1cUvzCCi9IyGlrVouz7WLIQX-3/s1600/2009+BEAUTIFUL+SOUL+LOGO+WHITE+SOUL%25281%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZZuVPhAZJET9hFgwj-h0tOwvWCAmdGtn5YgLYfQb0Ms21iUkXc-H7Wgbu0sRIOsJgaaoUm3e_GydUkody4bw5Mydy6rqvZoc3dd6ZbIBWUlhPu5MGFb1cUvzCCi9IyGlrVouz7WLIQX-3/s320/2009+BEAUTIFUL+SOUL+LOGO+WHITE+SOUL%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565004225732281922" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now that it's no longer awkward and</p><p class="MsoNormal">Though I haven’t the slightest clue</p> <p class="MsoNormal">There is something I would like to do</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> S</o:p>urprise you.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I want to give you a random call</p> <p class="MsoNormal">After being silent all summer long</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ask you to a ball</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Read drinks and football</p> <p class="MsoNormal">At a local mall…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Catch up on the latest of Al gore</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Pretend not to have an agenda at all</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">While I quietly scheme a plot</p> <p class="MsoNormal">To steal a motorbike</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And get you to come with me on a boat</p> <p class="MsoNormal">On a tour, of a small crater lake </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Then hike to the mountaintop</p> <p class="MsoNormal">To catch the best view at sunset</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Pop a bottle of chardonnay white</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And just celebrate </p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Naivasha is a place of magic</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Humming to nature’s music</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Appealing to the artistic</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Peaceful on the hammock</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Everything is frolicsome</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Encourages me to party some</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">There Paula (Kahumbu) got engaged</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I was humbled </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Martin got martini-ed </p><p class="MsoNormal">Grace disgraced and</p><p class="MsoNormal">We will be healed.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Come with me to Naivasha</p><p class="MsoNormal">wait for it... on a motorbike?</p><p class="MsoNormal">Was it not you who wanted to know if I ride...</p><p class="MsoNormal">Am I right?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>soumeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03185025864039258299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426466269170806466.post-16526463470412456252011-01-22T01:49:00.000-08:002011-01-22T02:27:20.935-08:00Misery Business<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm1nh6BYvqa0-Uffp6FBnQLxqKVvG-leJfr9otWmVXRcTSss_XDmAXbx38gMfWA2kLS7yOD79abiQ1BAu3siNvHRVs3xHVd_dHnJvxRzMHnIQMR3J5ied7N8Qf882H9bRrgPV1-IjOgPde/s1600/as-miss-27.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm1nh6BYvqa0-Uffp6FBnQLxqKVvG-leJfr9otWmVXRcTSss_XDmAXbx38gMfWA2kLS7yOD79abiQ1BAu3siNvHRVs3xHVd_dHnJvxRzMHnIQMR3J5ied7N8Qf882H9bRrgPV1-IjOgPde/s320/as-miss-27.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564947765915816818" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Strumming my chords of weakness, you!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Simultaneously breaking and making</div><div>My heart.</div><div>Have mercy I scream, drowning</div><div>Beneath the sound of your ignorance</div><div>So blissful</div><div>I can't, no I won't do this anymore</div><div>If I had a choice</div><div>I would walk away, into oblivion</div><div>so far </div><div>from this pain of you, I inflict on me</div><div><br /></div><div>Cool calm collect, so together, you!</div><div>never realising, never seeing</div><div>never.</div><div>I say never again, ever</div><div>But how forever can I stay </div><div>away.</div><div>I can't, no I won't linger here</div><div>If I could</div><div>Leave I would but where is my </div><div>will,</div><div>When I more than need him</div><div>betrayal of one's feelings to oneself, of one's head</div><div>to one's heart.</div><div><br /></div><div>My heart, why, couldn't you pick </div><div>on one,</div><div>One that requites, one that feels</div><div>the same,</div><div>As I, why, did you have to reach for</div><div>what you can't</div><div>No I can't, I won't play this games</div><div>No more.</div><div><br /></div><div>Behold Johnnie seats crying</div><div>cursing</div><div>See Sam outdoes himself phone</div><div>call</div><div>After call after, why not return</div><div>Why</div><div>Can't you, you want to but why </div><div>Won't you</div><div>I can't, no I won't settle for that which</div><div>is available</div><div>Just because it is, I will pain instead</div><div>hoping helplessly that I find, you!</div><div><br /></div><div>Something is wrong with the world,</div><div>My world,</div><div>It don't spin right, it don't tilt right, </div><div>it orbits</div><div>Around all that is so rightfully wrong</div><div>as if, guided, misled, directed by a blind</div><div>yet all knowing, truth, true north</div><div>True, yes true to you, you!</div><div><br /></div><div>Rest come to me, content please, I welcome</div><div>you,</div><div>forgetfulness, nothingness</div><div>I'd rather die than fight, not,</div><div>I want, yet I can't let go of you</div><div>I need strength, to unclench</div><div>unfeel</div><div>I won't, I can't turn off my life support</div><div>You!</div><div><br /></div>soumeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03185025864039258299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426466269170806466.post-88087828971392658612011-01-09T10:29:00.000-08:002011-01-09T10:41:00.498-08:00For what it's worth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8d6VxxutEWCH0p3u8pceazvJ1N8wDJzDsPaUc3Va9knqjwvehO-QB17no-KEJMseohyphenhyphenwbqx0d7cyQE6OouTTCytZYliQdndsW1oyl8zJuNwmpa_MN56VrdTC1CDu-2rAaFjblbUlELcJj/s1600/dreamweaver-dream-love.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8d6VxxutEWCH0p3u8pceazvJ1N8wDJzDsPaUc3Va9knqjwvehO-QB17no-KEJMseohyphenhyphenwbqx0d7cyQE6OouTTCytZYliQdndsW1oyl8zJuNwmpa_MN56VrdTC1CDu-2rAaFjblbUlELcJj/s320/dreamweaver-dream-love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560257227276960690" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">I have a crush <i>(Is it still called that long after 12 months)</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">That will not go away</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Feels like I’m in too deep</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Have I lost my mind?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I just like talking to you</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I like you</p> <p class="MsoNormal">That is what it is.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I don’t know how it started</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Or when it did</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I just know I can’t sleep</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I can’t eat anymore</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Waiting for love to walk through the door</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I wish I didn’t miss you anymore</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It is how its is.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">What you don’t understand is that </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I would catch a grenade for you</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Throw my hand on a blade for you</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’d jump in front of a train for you</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I would do anything for you</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yes I would die for you baibe</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yet I don’t know why</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I would go through all this pain for you</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It just is what it is.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">There were days I thought I wouldn’t survive</p> <p class="MsoNormal">If I didn’t hear your voice</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Without that kiss</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And it’s been a long time coming </p> <p class="MsoNormal">But when it does </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I will be here with arms wide open</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’m too in love to let go</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And if I don’t try then I’ll never know</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Nobody said it was easy </p> <p class="MsoNormal">No one ever said it would be this hard</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now I’m running in circles</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Going to the start</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It is what it is.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">When you feel like you are stuck in reverse </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Like you </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Lights will guide you home</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Back to me</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And I will be there to love you</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Each and every night</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And I will try to fix you.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>soumeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03185025864039258299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426466269170806466.post-73714005754066635072011-01-03T13:19:00.000-08:002011-01-03T14:39:43.525-08:00What I should have said<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWb9A9UDNKWigV0vKmtJnBqEopIF6Tnz7xA3QSPbkuATSL0f63dBMo1a4AATUXoovQywD2INm9DqojDcdWSaSjxNO7mEx_dR0ptQrEPfO9WUGO2QywYqWbP_vlChNTmImE1RQq07HhOrQL/s1600/Miss_You_by_Piotr18Wch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWb9A9UDNKWigV0vKmtJnBqEopIF6Tnz7xA3QSPbkuATSL0f63dBMo1a4AATUXoovQywD2INm9DqojDcdWSaSjxNO7mEx_dR0ptQrEPfO9WUGO2QywYqWbP_vlChNTmImE1RQq07HhOrQL/s320/Miss_You_by_Piotr18Wch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558076351591284802" /></a><div><b><i>Lets make our motorcycle diaries...</i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div>Is what I should have said,</div><div>But I never told you I just held it in,</div><div><br /></div><div><b><i>You were in my dreams...</i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div><b><i>I will have breakfast with you at the Chalet...</i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div>Now I miss everything about you</div><div>Can't believe that I still want you -</div><div>Even after that melt-down </div><div><br /></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><b><i>Come to Naivasha with me?</i></b></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div><b><i>I bought you a gift.</i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div>You make it hard to see</div><div>Where I belong to </div><div>When I am around you</div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div><b><i>Watch the most beautiful sunset with me...</i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div><b><i>Yes I will have coffee with you...</i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div>I miss your blue eyes</div><div>Every time I close mine</div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div><b><i>It came from nowhere...</i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div><b><i>You are right we all do...</i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div>We all fall short of glory</div><div>Lost in ourself</div><div><br /></div><div><b><i>I am scared...</i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div><b><i>I hate that you put me in this position...</i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div><b><i>I am not sorry...</i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div><b><i>At least now I know...</i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><div>I will never forget </div><div>I will never regret</div><div>One day maybe we'll meet again</div><div>Closer to the edge.</div></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div>Inspired by: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_YtzsUdSC_I">Colbie Caillat- I never told you</a></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLqHDhF-O28">30 seconds to mars- Closer to the edge</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Courtesy of <a href="http://www.facebook.com/mutiria">Meme's</a> Playlist ;)</div><div><br /></div>soumeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03185025864039258299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426466269170806466.post-47638811765760451982010-12-04T02:59:00.000-08:002010-12-04T05:15:11.993-08:00Our twilight saga<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjun5mptiko6Yowt1P67JxgO1dnxDggGGMGs3AapUg1QnGE9sytX8AAPREaWWH5q43NZzquMQyvFSugiLgcaJIR8_xXLK5oOEw89NLyJSiEMRG1qmhf9eLgNWJPj4xIhSQHs5LtXTeRUglq/s1600/Edward-Bella-edward-and-bella-35524.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjun5mptiko6Yowt1P67JxgO1dnxDggGGMGs3AapUg1QnGE9sytX8AAPREaWWH5q43NZzquMQyvFSugiLgcaJIR8_xXLK5oOEw89NLyJSiEMRG1qmhf9eLgNWJPj4xIhSQHs5LtXTeRUglq/s320/Edward-Bella-edward-and-bella-35524.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546783371177841762" /></a><br /><br />Dear Edward You,<br /><br />When it seems like it’s quiet<br />And there is a silence in the darkness<br />And it sounds like the carnival is over<br />And as you walk in the crowded empty spaces<br />And you stare at the emptiness around you<br />I will be there and you will be there<br />We’ll find each other in the dark<br /><br />And you will see and I’ll see it too<br />Cause we’ll be together in the dark<br /><br />And if it terrifies you then it terrifies me<br />Cause I will be there.<br /><br />Cause if it’s coming for you then it’s coming for me<br />But I will be there.<br /><br />And if its panicking you then its panicking me<br />So we’ve got each other in the dark.<br /><br />Cause we’ll need each other in the dark.<br /><br />Yours,<br /><br />Bella Me.<br /><br /><br />Words inspired by DJ Tiesto –In the dark.<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Qlz_Y4R4ok"></a>soumeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03185025864039258299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426466269170806466.post-91922936300304338302010-10-20T07:24:00.000-07:002010-10-20T08:07:13.720-07:00Halt! Hush! Hark!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0zNVwpjKnIkbHS-k8uedwb7e0XvJG5Jq4Y0rn98g8Jixs5W0azjwLcyRkUHQdZ7dW8-7cGPuIJmELh8ac52gMG1mtoYIPfpoAfGmsjnwPmN0fwv2z8gDkPcRD_WSgPWx9H7mCEmwbwKii/s1600/tired+girl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0zNVwpjKnIkbHS-k8uedwb7e0XvJG5Jq4Y0rn98g8Jixs5W0azjwLcyRkUHQdZ7dW8-7cGPuIJmELh8ac52gMG1mtoYIPfpoAfGmsjnwPmN0fwv2z8gDkPcRD_WSgPWx9H7mCEmwbwKii/s320/tired+girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530144210308220914" /></a><br /><br /><br />Phone please, ring not, trill not,<br />Interrupt not my short break,<br />Nothing could be more important,<br />Madame hath to get her rest.<br /><br />Boyfriend please, go away, stay away,<br />Care yes, from a distance,<br />Let me have this 3 days to myself,<br />Have you not things to do by thyself?<br />Be with the boys, glue self to the screen,<br />Handsomely I will reward, you, I give my word.<br /><br />Girlfriend please, no shopping, no hen night,<br />This time I am enough company,<br />No ranting, just decompressing,<br />I know my way to the spa,<br />I can pick the colour of my nail polish,<br />Worry not,<br />Say hullo to Mary for me, drinks on me,<br />I'll hear all about it once I return.<br /><br />You know not how to relax,<br />Thou hasn't learnt to catch thy breathe,<br />Run and run you run, have you no stop?<br />The things you chase, won't they come to you?<br />What you chase, always runs from you, they say.<br /><br />Lie down my stubborn body and recuperate,<br />Rest oh big head, and catch a snooze,<br />Here, take this happy pill,<br />It'll calm your nerves, maybe knock you out,<br />A couple of hours, sleep hard,<br />Forget thy tribulations, find peace, reconcile.<br /><br />Forget the drink, it will do you no good,<br />Never has, don't fight this, its true,<br />Make peace with self forgive your iniquities,<br />Embrace who you are, fight not your fate,<br />Make the best of what you possess,<br />Take not for granted those offering a hand,<br />Dream again, breathe afresh, walk anew,<br />Rebirth, second chance, new slab.soumeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03185025864039258299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426466269170806466.post-78432621062346755542010-10-01T12:54:00.000-07:002010-10-01T13:04:12.084-07:00Your pencil skirt<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIAC-C7Almkk0vBE7tKFmZ2rEjr4r4JMhysne4_uYCBIXcOU1F_8yJ5hMWB7JQhSohhouOhKH-EjiGCx99NRVeeg_EFBYjyOYY7eHWeME9WzuQF2E16juiKOzDF9L4L2zChN7oDVo8QlHz/s1600/love-triangle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIAC-C7Almkk0vBE7tKFmZ2rEjr4r4JMhysne4_uYCBIXcOU1F_8yJ5hMWB7JQhSohhouOhKH-EjiGCx99NRVeeg_EFBYjyOYY7eHWeME9WzuQF2E16juiKOzDF9L4L2zChN7oDVo8QlHz/s320/love-triangle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523170787114773426" /></a><br /><br />So you are in love with someone else,<br />someone who burns within your soul,<br />I hear you've never felt so alive,<br />so much desire beyond control.<br /> <br />When we spent summers at the waterfalls<br />and you said these were the perfect days,<br />I believed you.<br />Now you can tell some lies about the good times you haven't had<br />But I have tongued you more than twice,<br />and I like it when you tell me to stop,<br />Oh its turning me on oN ON,<br />When you raise your pencil skirt,<br />Like a veil before my eyes.<br /> <br />Well i know that you are engaged to him,<br />But i know you want something to play with.<br />I'll be around when he is not in town,<br />Then I'll show you how you are doing it wrong.<br />We share the same city and feel the same song<br />so when winter comes and the bomb drops<br />don't let me be the last to know<br />How you are feeling, where you are.<br /> <br />Creation is gone crazy and the TV is mad<br />Now you are the only sane thing that I have.soumeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03185025864039258299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426466269170806466.post-81112435649364971772010-09-17T10:58:00.000-07:002010-09-17T11:05:36.320-07:00Lusts of the flesh<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgzEJCxK6qplzsuiY12fgVHq-GkuE_37nlyj6aMdpElq2hdbZh-_9HFfPHSkXK7hCx-yzOt0JqeGE5aW8C6wFDM5mOj4oZosDDHQtKFLXL_TENySrdK1k9-Dp_YkANekZ9hSKQE2um_J57/s1600/4814487320_aa24c09359_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgzEJCxK6qplzsuiY12fgVHq-GkuE_37nlyj6aMdpElq2hdbZh-_9HFfPHSkXK7hCx-yzOt0JqeGE5aW8C6wFDM5mOj4oZosDDHQtKFLXL_TENySrdK1k9-Dp_YkANekZ9hSKQE2um_J57/s320/4814487320_aa24c09359_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517944668375927058" /></a><br /><br />Funny that I wait for my phone to ring<br />Though I haven’t the slightest clue, what to say to you<br />I don’t even know you, but I want to say I love you <br />I want to say I’ll be here for you, I’ll wait for you<br />Care for you, breathe for you, and smile for you<br />I do that every minute of the day you know,<br />Smile for you.<br /><br />Rub my feet against yours again<br />Clasp my hand and squeeze again<br />Embrace me and hold me tight for once<br />Kiss my brow and find my pouty lips<br />Touch my stomach and don’t be afraid to feel my heart<br />I won’t question if you want to go further<br />I want to find you, be with you<br />Fly with you to a far away land<br />Fall in love with you and blow away your mind.<br /><br />Please don’t make it stop, freeze time instead<br />Please don’t burst my bubble, don’t make a sound <br />Let me marinate, just a while longer<br />I don’t care if you reciprocate, just don’t ruin it for me<br />I believe, let me believe<br />I don’t ask for much, just let me breathe<br />Breathe you in, dream of you, play with you, <br />Stay with you, stare at you, and sleep with you. Kiss you.soumeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03185025864039258299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426466269170806466.post-74591445158635691562010-09-11T03:17:00.000-07:002010-09-11T05:43:40.170-07:00Who are we?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG-V4xwY-1mlSbftSAUNd7y0O-_XWxL4J5hQ8AR3bca7Md9YHsS_ssrfxkdd3j5i5qOES0HwbLvFzbdhEIxNu5IhT2ivKUKsbZsbkOXUjrRoBKQtciU67t2ZJAHuj9hQNOlRy33qMS6tBD/s1600/Confused-Pic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG-V4xwY-1mlSbftSAUNd7y0O-_XWxL4J5hQ8AR3bca7Md9YHsS_ssrfxkdd3j5i5qOES0HwbLvFzbdhEIxNu5IhT2ivKUKsbZsbkOXUjrRoBKQtciU67t2ZJAHuj9hQNOlRy33qMS6tBD/s320/Confused-Pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515601932600251762" /></a><br /><br /><br />They make us cut our locks, by their piercing looks<br />We change our wardrobes, so we are not labeled rebels<br />So we can fit, and attain goals masked by the mist<br />How they rule over our creative souls is cruel.<br /><br />They say we look shabby, and out goes our ragged denim<br />That music its too loud, and there we are turning it down<br />Rock and roll is the devil's, at them we could throw pebbles<br />But why don't we? Scared spineless we!<br /><br />Hiding our tattoos, as if they were marks of failure<br />Not pursuing painting, for we can't defend what is for sure<br />Here we are frustrated, with a boring job to endure<br />If only we made that call, do we not know our cure?<br /><br />Shifting in our coloured skin, as if we don't belong<br />Speaking silence, for fear of saying it wrong<br />Are we not of this race, this very human song<br />Of freedom, of power? enslaved for how long? <br /><br />You marry her, and yet you kiss his face<br />In the closet you sit and long for same else<br />Unfair to your wife and untrue to yourself<br />All because they prosecute and persecute<br /><br />Why do we let them prevail, and retreat behind our veils<br />Have we a good response? have we no bravery as to riposte? <br />Its a shame, that we have no name amongst them<br />But what they call us, make us, FAKE US!soumeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03185025864039258299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426466269170806466.post-736523122813510382010-09-05T09:13:00.001-07:002010-09-05T09:17:52.669-07:00So you know<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXUTrGTtt0Fm9zE7_2UeAYTde4GARTWzrMTZVQM2tKz1CY57Jqu_Xutqel6uKNhUwMsqF1jR4VIQL-a3ysVgZCOm0Su9-wYdt61FN8OC5ewb-KwVZRUj0ythnYdwn9ZWMt3P2fNhkzMl7p/s1600/hug+fingers.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXUTrGTtt0Fm9zE7_2UeAYTde4GARTWzrMTZVQM2tKz1CY57Jqu_Xutqel6uKNhUwMsqF1jR4VIQL-a3ysVgZCOm0Su9-wYdt61FN8OC5ewb-KwVZRUj0ythnYdwn9ZWMt3P2fNhkzMl7p/s320/hug+fingers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513463884615433730" /></a><br />From Sufi Rabia - <br /><br />In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.<br />Speech is born out of longing,True description from the real taste.<br />The one who tastes, knows;the one who explains, lies.<br />How can you describe the true form of Something In whose presence you are blotted out? <br />And in whose being you still exist?<br />And who lives as a sign for your journey?<br /><br />- Rabia al Basri [1]<br /><br />(Via Arif Jinha)soumeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03185025864039258299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426466269170806466.post-5526074571661173522010-08-15T15:33:00.000-07:002010-08-15T15:42:09.205-07:00Ode to Ankh<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNx9FdyGoxfW5kk7jPngB_-tEyROexBinz49BuZ_yNn2R74nm4nkDN5jqBIMDs4T1DBBlFdwycUp-LDhVSG4NElKPPnvKp9LoMXPN7yPtI7f9xII9Bm_aph0n90Iy7m0RuALrbLIKXR0xs/s1600/ankh8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNx9FdyGoxfW5kk7jPngB_-tEyROexBinz49BuZ_yNn2R74nm4nkDN5jqBIMDs4T1DBBlFdwycUp-LDhVSG4NElKPPnvKp9LoMXPN7yPtI7f9xII9Bm_aph0n90Iy7m0RuALrbLIKXR0xs/s320/ankh8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505769542149843554" /></a><br /><br /><br />Dear Ankh,<br /><br />Since we rubbed feet under the table at that dinner, I haven’t slept much,<br />Thoughts of you ceaselessly torment me,<br />Images of you won’t give mine mind any calm,<br />Possibly it was a fleeting instant,<br />Perhaps the booze fogged up our judgment,<br />Or maybe it simply was what it was,<br />A moment,OUR moment <br />I don’t know what to think, or what to make of it,<br />I just pray you have trouble getting shuteye too.<br /><br />Ever yours,<br />Xx.soumeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03185025864039258299noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426466269170806466.post-80340499499786911872010-08-15T14:29:00.000-07:002010-09-17T11:08:38.626-07:00Kiss me?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBZNzLXL2pNPHALiPFsvBZ3KOU2wRqLmCfD9fZT0w2xZrRdAa0jo_oFSJSCTXab7WyEWwpfNnHOdiH6RRCpxFLb-kSDhynVak64eOXOusvzLHFdBf7P3Q2XKXxynoO09i1HApvjy3QNIEV/s1600/kissing_at_sunset_by_kocong.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBZNzLXL2pNPHALiPFsvBZ3KOU2wRqLmCfD9fZT0w2xZrRdAa0jo_oFSJSCTXab7WyEWwpfNnHOdiH6RRCpxFLb-kSDhynVak64eOXOusvzLHFdBf7P3Q2XKXxynoO09i1HApvjy3QNIEV/s320/kissing_at_sunset_by_kocong.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505753460305844082" /></a><br /><br /><br />Back to the beginning of the end<br />Right where it all happened<br />Back to the spot where electricity flowed<br />Bursting with desire, hormones raging<br />Rubbing feet, beneath the desk,<br /> Daze.<br /><br />I am here, right at the unanticipated rendezvous<br />Recreating and reliving long gone moments<br />Where finally we bonded, our energies coupled<br />Where our eyes met, and our bodies connected<br />The pit of my stomach turning, <br />My heart swollen with anticipation.<br /><br />I want to hug you but I won’t<br />I want to touch you but I can’t<br />I want to kiss you, will you let me? I ask.<br />You giggle, is that a yes? I wonder.<br /><br />I don’t make my move<br />I won’t leap before time<br />I will hold back, even if it kills me<br />Till lights turn green, amber is fine; at least it’s not red<br />Embarrass myself I won’t, show my voracity I can’t<br />I will hunger with class, am I not a lady?soumeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03185025864039258299noreply@blogger.com0