down, but not completely out...

well, the title of this post isn't quite what it means :)

i have been away from blogging for years now, literally. maybe it's because i grew old; or maybe it's because other aspects of technology replaces blogging, angazi. i am not on twitter by the way (i don't recall twitter's existence that last time i blogged). LOL.

anyhoo, that's me. i will, from time to time, post one or two or however-many posts here. just for fun.

laters.

'tis winter indeed...

the winter evening settles down, with smell of steaks in passage ways...

winter has hit us finally and unfortunately. it reminds me of the PRELUDES (TS Eliot). well, the winter that is the season, and the winter that my life has reached. quite interesting, saddening, dull, cold, etc. the only good part about winter is that in not so long a time we will be in spring...

adios. i miss blogging.

somewhere out there...

It's been a while since I've done this. Feels kinda strange... In fact, I don't think I can do it anymore. I wouldn't know where to begin. A lot has happened since the last time.

Anyway, I shall let by gones be by gones and start off on a clean slate. Although clean slates are relative...

-S

i am bitter! i am bitter! i am bitter!

well, at least i think i am. many reasons. but they all essentially boil down to one root cause: women. we love them so much, however, they are too damn cruel. some of them without realising. but cruel all the same. we men can also....

ag fuck it. i am bitter! and i'm sticking to it...

-S.

i love song...

here be the Waters of March. purely deep. i purely love.

A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone
It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun
It is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush
A knot in the wood, the song of a thrush
The wood of the wind, a cliff, a fall
A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all
It's the wind blowing free, it's the end of the slope
It's a beam it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the end of the strain
It's the joy in your heart
The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone
The beat of the road, a slingshot's stone
A fish, a flash, a silvery glow
A fight, a bet the range of a bow
The bed of the well, the end of the line
The dismay in the face, it's a loss, it's a find
A spear, a spike, a point, a nail
A drip, a drop, the end of the tale
A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light
The sound of a shot in the dead of the night
A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump,
It's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the mumps
The plan of the house, the body in bed
And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud
A float, a drift, a flight, a wing
A hawk, a quail, the promise of spring
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart
A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone
A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe
It's a thorn in your hand and a cut in your toe
A point, a grain, a bee, a bite
A blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night
A pin, a needle, a sting a pain
A snail, a riddle, a wasp, a stain
A pass in the mountains, a horse and a mule
In the distance the shelves rode three shadows of blue
And the river talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life in your heart
A stick, a stone, the end of the road
The rest of a stump, a lonesome road
A sliver of glass, a life, the sun
A knife, a death, the end of the run
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the end of all strain, it's the joy in your heart

-S.

i hate you!

this is a short poem i have composed. it's called "i hate you"

i hate you
i love the fact that i hate you
the fact that i love that i hate you liberates me
you are what i hate

i hate the way you treat me
i hate the way you talk to me
i hate everything about 123
i hate the way you always leave me dry!

if this be an error, and upon me proven
then, Virgin Mobile, i will still hate you, even the day after tomorrow!

-S.

this one is a dedication to you...

you're here, i'm pleased
i really dig your company
your style, your smile, your peace mentality
Lord have mercy on me
i was blind, but now i see...

yesterday i took a long walk with you, i cannot say that it was around the block, although it was after dark. i liked it. it was cold. i did not care. i appreciate it. you are one of the best people i know. i tell you this all the time. sometimes you don't believe me. sometime you do just a little bit. still, you rock! my world!

-S.