The world could aswell be a ball of fire
Chaos at the corner by the supermarket
Disease in the nursery in the hospital
The world was never round, its upside down
The world relys on me, the universe gave me a role. I pay my dues with the turn of the sun. The day is my companion and it end my task.
I can't bear it....I can't hold you forever.
I can't watch as u pass me by and think its in vain. I can't let you spit at me and call me mad. But I love you....I will protect you
I will move so the sun rises for you, I will push so the rain falls lightly on ur face. I will care for you when you go hungry, kiss you better when u get burnt. You are my world and I won't let you down...I will hold you till forever
I will stay this way...On my Hand stand
Tuesday, 16 August 2011
Monday, 20 June 2011
I was HIGH when i wrote this
Deep... deep blue my thoughts.
Solemn my words as my lips form speech.
Wind blew past, smoke clouds and shit.
I could ride the waves, on that stream off bliss.
I was HIGH when i wrote this....
I was high on Speed, on that f40 of life.
I was drunk on Bombay, drinking from her lips.
Smoke filled my lungs, i inhaled her scent.
My words a jig saw, "i lOvE yeU".
I was HIGH when i wrote this....
The green and the dark greens.
The white and the pink.
The lands we flew over.
The dress she wore.
I was Super HIGH when i wrote this....
We lived life, wine bottle after wine box.
We faced demons, ecstasy reigned on that EcStaCy.
Love mixed with herb, we conjured it up.
i near damn lost my mind, i never lost her.
We were HIGH when we wrote this....
Solemn my words as my lips form speech.
Wind blew past, smoke clouds and shit.
I could ride the waves, on that stream off bliss.
I was HIGH when i wrote this....
I was high on Speed, on that f40 of life.
I was drunk on Bombay, drinking from her lips.
Smoke filled my lungs, i inhaled her scent.
My words a jig saw, "i lOvE yeU".
I was HIGH when i wrote this....
The green and the dark greens.
The white and the pink.
The lands we flew over.
The dress she wore.
I was Super HIGH when i wrote this....
We lived life, wine bottle after wine box.
We faced demons, ecstasy reigned on that EcStaCy.
Love mixed with herb, we conjured it up.
i near damn lost my mind, i never lost her.
We were HIGH when we wrote this....
Thursday, 19 May 2011
YouTube - Armin van Buuren's A State Of Trance Official Podcast Episode 130
YouTube - Armin van Buuren's A State Of Trance Official Podcast Episode 130
My favorite DJ in the world!!! Arguably the Greatest DJ in the world!
Monday, 16 May 2011
"The Pretty Chick" - as told by my mind
Putting all guns and knives away for this one... Lets take a look at the pretty chick from my point of view (and by that i mean the view that you see for my eyes).
This chick is pretty hot, i mean like smoking hot. She has shiny light brown eyes, eyes you can look into and wonder where the last 10 minutes of your day went to. Her skin looks flawless...and this is from a point of view that knows nothing about make up. If i was but 100 times smaller than i am, i would walk on her skin for days... You know the kind of women that changes hair styles every half hour and looks twice as hot as before. Her hair just hiding small regions of her face and through the fierce jungle of weave or whatever you may call it....her eyes just pierce through and look at you. 3/4's open, head half way looking to the ground but pupils glaring directly into your soul.
She 'rocks' bodaciously tight skinny jeans, with her legs crossed and her hair just brushing the top of her thighs. Her legs have a perfect form, as you would be able to see through the jeans that could well be mistaken for a skin painting of 'jeans'. Her feet, DAYUM!!!, are like feet that have trod on heavens floor and been blessed with the beauty of a thousand princesses. Her toe nails each more gorgeous than the next, clad with pink bright nail polish that makes me want to stare at them all day. Her curves, all in the right places, at the right time, in the right order. I could just take her and and lead her to my chambers and pour melted chocolate on her stomach and lick it right off!!!
But wait, this girl here is down right perfect. WHY??? I would love nothing more than to make sweet love to this creature and afterwards rub her whole body with oil. Then again....she could be the pushy type, you know, the type that wants everything done their way or the high way. Or she could have warped fantasies about having 2 guys at one time.
This brings me back down to earth, she could be a psycho jealous chick that would cut my balls off if i even smelt in the direction of another lady. She could be the type that believes that because she is hot, she can have anything she wants. She could be the type that cant click with my boys and have a problem with all my female friends. She is starting to look a little risky. She could be the kind that blows off guys who just want to ask if the seat next to her is taken (not that he wants to chat her up but because its the only seat left). She could be the kind that determines a mans worth by the size of his wallet, or the car he drives or the (if any) amount of money he earns. his chick just started looking plastic.
So to you miss lady thang:" it would have never worked out between you and me. Its not you its....its me, i just think everything about you is really wrong. I hope we can still be friends or at the least be able to walk past each other without drawing swords" I think from all the experiences in my life, i know what kind of girl i want. The kind of chick who can look beautiful waking up in kitty kat PJ's. The kind of chick that will throw down with you and still want to make you coffee... a chick who when she smiles, does not need the help of 20 different creams and lotions to make my day. She is out there......thats a Pretty Chick!!
This chick is pretty hot, i mean like smoking hot. She has shiny light brown eyes, eyes you can look into and wonder where the last 10 minutes of your day went to. Her skin looks flawless...and this is from a point of view that knows nothing about make up. If i was but 100 times smaller than i am, i would walk on her skin for days... You know the kind of women that changes hair styles every half hour and looks twice as hot as before. Her hair just hiding small regions of her face and through the fierce jungle of weave or whatever you may call it....her eyes just pierce through and look at you. 3/4's open, head half way looking to the ground but pupils glaring directly into your soul.
She 'rocks' bodaciously tight skinny jeans, with her legs crossed and her hair just brushing the top of her thighs. Her legs have a perfect form, as you would be able to see through the jeans that could well be mistaken for a skin painting of 'jeans'. Her feet, DAYUM!!!, are like feet that have trod on heavens floor and been blessed with the beauty of a thousand princesses. Her toe nails each more gorgeous than the next, clad with pink bright nail polish that makes me want to stare at them all day. Her curves, all in the right places, at the right time, in the right order. I could just take her and and lead her to my chambers and pour melted chocolate on her stomach and lick it right off!!!
But wait, this girl here is down right perfect. WHY??? I would love nothing more than to make sweet love to this creature and afterwards rub her whole body with oil. Then again....she could be the pushy type, you know, the type that wants everything done their way or the high way. Or she could have warped fantasies about having 2 guys at one time.
This brings me back down to earth, she could be a psycho jealous chick that would cut my balls off if i even smelt in the direction of another lady. She could be the type that believes that because she is hot, she can have anything she wants. She could be the type that cant click with my boys and have a problem with all my female friends. She is starting to look a little risky. She could be the kind that blows off guys who just want to ask if the seat next to her is taken (not that he wants to chat her up but because its the only seat left). She could be the kind that determines a mans worth by the size of his wallet, or the car he drives or the (if any) amount of money he earns. his chick just started looking plastic.
So to you miss lady thang:" it would have never worked out between you and me. Its not you its....its me, i just think everything about you is really wrong. I hope we can still be friends or at the least be able to walk past each other without drawing swords" I think from all the experiences in my life, i know what kind of girl i want. The kind of chick who can look beautiful waking up in kitty kat PJ's. The kind of chick that will throw down with you and still want to make you coffee... a chick who when she smiles, does not need the help of 20 different creams and lotions to make my day. She is out there......thats a Pretty Chick!!
Wednesday, 4 May 2011
Origins
So as far as i'm concerned, you getting this far means you have an interest in what i have to say. I would like to inform you that though i appreciate the interest, what i have to say may and probably will offend you in one way or another. There is no escaping that fact as everything i put in the here blog, is exactly the way i dreamt, pondered, felt, juggled, imagined and eventually typed out last night.
NOW lets look at a man, middle aged (30's), working as an executive (half-way between the big dogs and the Factory floor workers) and earning a reasonable salary that allows him to drive a Volvo s40 and his wife to drive a Chrysler Voyager (I bet u already guessed that she is a soccer mom slash stay at home wife). This dude, if i permit myself to call him that, is living a good life but as do the people who work above and below him....HE STILL WANTS TO GET MORE MONEY. Of course money is just the surface of what this 'dude' really trully wants. Money = power and power is like the Root of it all.
POWER i would say is the unimaginable control of any or all life form, having the ability to have things done your way all the way and....just plain control.
This is what i have been thinking. Im not for Money hungry, corporate level, wealthy crazy power. Im looking for that power that makes humans cower at your sight. The kind of power that could see me lift the NRZ building in Zimbabwe, Bulawayo with just the thought in my mind and making it land on the head of the idiot taxi driver that cut me off the other day. The kind of power that could make me leap in a single bound and land (matrix like) in my yard after school. The kind of power that makes any girl who looks in my general direction to feel total and utter attraction to me and want to have sex with me in the closest possible venue. Imagine power, ultimate power that could make even the powers that might or might not (thats for another blog) exist think, "DAMN, I WANT POWER LIKE THAT"
Don't think this is born from watching too many movies, or playing too many games. It probably is but that is very far from the looming point. We are lost if we feel no power, but the thought of having more power, on top of all the power that we have is but a tantalizing thought. It has been portrayed in many movies where normal human beings are endowed with super human abilities (Yes even in those regions) and take on super human tasks. I dare you to give those abilities to me... Fuck the responsibilities, i would use my power to get me to the grocery store instantly, to make steers burgers rain from the sky. To make cars on the free-way stop inches away from me and flip over me, just for fun.
I have contemplated this for a long time and i have dabbled in various sources to try and obtain super powers. i have tried the following:
NOW lets look at a man, middle aged (30's), working as an executive (half-way between the big dogs and the Factory floor workers) and earning a reasonable salary that allows him to drive a Volvo s40 and his wife to drive a Chrysler Voyager (I bet u already guessed that she is a soccer mom slash stay at home wife). This dude, if i permit myself to call him that, is living a good life but as do the people who work above and below him....HE STILL WANTS TO GET MORE MONEY. Of course money is just the surface of what this 'dude' really trully wants. Money = power and power is like the Root of it all.
POWER i would say is the unimaginable control of any or all life form, having the ability to have things done your way all the way and....just plain control.
This is what i have been thinking. Im not for Money hungry, corporate level, wealthy crazy power. Im looking for that power that makes humans cower at your sight. The kind of power that could see me lift the NRZ building in Zimbabwe, Bulawayo with just the thought in my mind and making it land on the head of the idiot taxi driver that cut me off the other day. The kind of power that could make me leap in a single bound and land (matrix like) in my yard after school. The kind of power that makes any girl who looks in my general direction to feel total and utter attraction to me and want to have sex with me in the closest possible venue. Imagine power, ultimate power that could make even the powers that might or might not (thats for another blog) exist think, "DAMN, I WANT POWER LIKE THAT"
Don't think this is born from watching too many movies, or playing too many games. It probably is but that is very far from the looming point. We are lost if we feel no power, but the thought of having more power, on top of all the power that we have is but a tantalizing thought. It has been portrayed in many movies where normal human beings are endowed with super human abilities (Yes even in those regions) and take on super human tasks. I dare you to give those abilities to me... Fuck the responsibilities, i would use my power to get me to the grocery store instantly, to make steers burgers rain from the sky. To make cars on the free-way stop inches away from me and flip over me, just for fun.
I have contemplated this for a long time and i have dabbled in various sources to try and obtain super powers. i have tried the following:
- Selling my soul to the devil (Bastard doesn't know what he is missing)
- Prayed to God for the powers and promised that i will be a good little boy with them.
- Made a wish on a star
- Held my breathe to channel the power of the human spirit ( The power of the human spirit makes you fart)
- Experience a near death experience (Paracetamol will never kill you, no matter how many you take. They just make you sleepy)
- And of course i have tried what all of you have tried once or twice in their lives. Trying to close the door with your mind. A variation of which is creasing your face and using your hands in a half fist half open hand form to move the damn thing even just an inch.(it worked once but then i realized that it was just the wind that did it)
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