Free Xpresion

seven Year is a long time like the oceans against the rough rocks at the shoreline you have come and gone over and over again gently stroking my person till i have become perfect a smooth pebble seven Years is a long time within this time i have felt my heart beat faster than the nineteen odd years before we met i have cried more, laughed more,had more sleepless nights, sighed more, been more miserable and more happy than the nineteen or so years before we met seven Years is a long time starting with that innocent kiss that afternoon just before my first math test i was sure it wasn't innocent then the more passionate kisses followed confirming my earlier assuption i miss the innocent times when all i did was sit, and all you did was kiss me so awkwardly seven Years is a long time we've shared more kisses innocent no more we've shared parts of us we have have been told were private we shared our bodies, mind and soul till we did not know when i beg...

If I am to buy into the school of thought that the god I know to be the one true god is the god of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob (The Abrahamic God Concept), I will be forced to believe in the history of a people as the history of the world. By subscribing to that faith too, I will have to ignore the obvious bias in that history towards a people, and acknowledge the fact that for 4000 or so years, god was a Jew. I will also have to ignore the varying times in the history of other groups,and nations that miracles have occurred, attributed to their god or gods; thus totally rubbishing the existence of other gods or a god outside the Jewish sect. Further more, I will have to concede that all actions as recorded as being done under the instructions of or with the consent of the god of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, are absolute righteous deeds. Therefore mass murder in the name of ones god, slavery, forced circumcision, chauvinism and total disregard for other cultures and beliefs will be lauded a...

true word amongst words a knight of words in shining amour I have fallen in lust for the last time .... maybe I shall taste of this bitterness no more.... maybe We shall not caress flesh to flesh and sweet nothings to unintelligible murmuring no more ... maybe Maybe I will wake up and this will be the harmattan  of 2001, before my innocence was robbed of me so sweetly. what hope Maybe brings the possibilities of wishing on opportunity costs the allure of impossible futures and plain wishful thinking oh thank the gods for Maybe and the gods are thankful for Maybe they exist Maybe, Maybe, Maybe... I will sacrifice my dreams to you and Maybe, you will answer me I will sing of your praise on nights with clear skies as i count the stars and wish for a falling one I will say, Maybe if i wish on a falling star .... i could only dream Maybe, you will make a better poet of me someday

Get up off you slowly pulling out this should be an euphoric moment yet i feel not so at all my face is down my heart is down and my penis takes a cue sex is supposed to be a cure all but my ailing heart is unresponsive Maybe it's because this is not the first time Maybe it's because we have tried this treatment one too many times

i have decided to die a thousand deaths to recede into my shell like a disappointed penis i have decided to live once always on the edge, on the balcony of life i have decided to play fair till all is fair and love is war i have decided to be the best the best amongst the worst and less if that is possible i have decided to take my life into my own hands and present it on a pedestal to whatever diety bids the highest i have decided to fight the elements wind, fire, earth, water, and crazy women   i have decided to be fatherles and soon shall be motherless without a doubt i have decided to have it all a handful at a time and all at once i have decided to be undecided about all this for now my only decision is my indecision

she loves me she loves me not i love her she loves me not she loves me  i love her not what is a man to do when love is periodic? wait for the next wave and wish the feelings dont ebb away as quickly as they came? she loves me i cant stand it anymore i die at thirty  i live at forty three life is too long to waste on flowers i love her it hurts as hell maybe it will stop maybe it will kill me maybe, just maybe, then it will be over