Monday, November 21, 2011

Hold Your Devil By His Spoke And Spin Him To The Ground.

Happy Thanksgiving !!

Hello everyone. I hope everyone reading this had a nice weekend being thankful for all that went down this past year. Well, I don't have an enormous list of things that I'm thankful for because I've walked bare foot down and up the stairs of hell this year but hey, I'm alive. That is good, right? Even with the terrible bad cold I have right now lol.

    Even still, it's not enough for this experience called life. Just living? Existing? It's never been enough for me. There's like this lil beast inside that rages to do things, grow, stretch, test things to the limit. Life has to be intense, extreme even. I’m a Porsche that’s built to race, hugging the side of the road, screaming to go a little bit faster. There’s this yearning to feel, to taste all that can be experienced. And yet it’s sooo hard when you’re surrounded by endless lanes of blah. I find myself slowing down to plan for the next exit on the fwy. And lately my car has been stuck on idle.  For me, that’s worst than the engine dying.


So much of these has a lot to do with things around me. The government vainly marching its way down the circus of hell? The economy on a roller coaster? The once simple lives of many now being so complicated and twisted? The people who are unfortunately unaware of how beautiful this life could be? I look at the hate drowning slowly in the deep of our hearts and the destruction sneaking where greed dug holes in our minds. I see how much evil has come to dwell in our lives taking selves, one by one and how hypocrisy has left us blind. The blossom of love is over and I just can't help asking; when will the chosen one come to sow new ones?

They want to say we live in a perfect world. Perfection is defined without a flaw and I don't see a flawless world. I see a world full of hate, anger, greed, jealousy and despair. A world where children are dying, fetuses are aborted, innocent people are gunned down and murdered. A place where stereotypes lead to suicide and rape victims are just added to statistics. A world where war isn't a problem but more so; a solution. Where revolutions would not be possible without ammunition and humans would not be murdered if it weren't for hate. Pleads of help fill the streets and yet their begs continue to be unheard. Poverty is avoided and most people don't take the time to realize how lucky they are just to be alive.We're all led to believe that this is such a wonderful place and as human beings we are prone to be selfish, but there are some few who choose to be selfless. They choose to hear the soft cries of the lonely, broken and sorrowful tears of those who have lost all hope. We were all raised to be kind, polite and help each other as we were taught that God did create everything. Yes He did, but He didn't create evil. Evil only exists when you yourself create and walk into it.



Well amidst all these crazy outbursts of evil, The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in. Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect the person to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect the person to calm you down when you're yelling or to chase you when you run away. You expect so much that you feel entirely, and utterly defeated when something doesn't exactly match up with all your plans but that's the thing; Love isn't a plan. It doesn't have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it. Love happens; and it is so incredibly messy that people around you can't comprehend why you do the things you do, or why you fight so hard for something that seems to cause you so much pain, because simply, they can't see. They can't see the invisible ring of insanity that surrounds you when you're in love. It's inconvenient and painful and devastating at times, but we can't live without it. We can't breathe the same way or function quite right without it. See, that's the thing about love; you hold it up to all these images you've learned to attach to the word 'love' since you were little. We learn so many things about love before we are even capable of falling; "Don't rush in". "Keep steady". What you don't learn is how hard love is. How much work it takes. How much of ourselves we have to put into it. How it isn't worth it until we are complete and utter idiots about it.

"Love is a battlefield." never really made sense because it is contrary to everything we have been taught to believe; how 'love' is supposed to be. But it is so entirely different. Love isn't the person calming you down when you yell. It's the person yelling, just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, right in your face to wake you up and to keep you grounded. It isn't the person bringing you pretty things that make your relationship appear more presentable. It's after a long fight, that drains the life and bones right out of you both, and yet s/he showing up at your door the next morning anyway. It's not saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. We are human beings. We don't handle one another, and we can't be handled. We are mutable creatures that need something different everyday; need something more or less to keep us going, to keep us believing that it's not all for nothing. So NO, it's not telling you everything is going to be all right, it's the person standing there, admitting s/he's just as scared as you are.

You have to remember that with love, you're not the only one involved. you've unknowingly put your life, your heart into the palms of another persons hands and said, "Here. Do what you will. Mash it into mince meat. Or forget I ever handed it to you, as long as you have it." That's the thing about love. It makes us crazy. It makes reality invisible and it erases all the lines that we shouldn't cross because love isn't about fencing ourselves in; feeling safe, feeling sure about the future. It's about scaring the s**t out of every nerve in our body, but pushing forward anyway because all the fighting and all the tears and all the uncertainty is worth it and it's a hell of a lot better, than being 100% happy without someone to show us that there is a world of a difference between feeling 'happy' and just feeling.


SONG BENEATH A SONG. 

1, We Don't Eat - James Vincent McMorrow
To me, it's about someone whose been searching for faith in God throughout their life and then goes on to talk about humanity searching for the last 2000 years for God. I think the statements about "We don't eat until your father's at the table, We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust" is about doing things with faith/trust even though we don't entirely understand it.

2,  Are We There Yet? - Ingrid Michealson
I think this is simply about someone, maybe a couple, going through a rough time, and just hoping and waiting that someday everything will fall in to place.

K├ęcy.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Lover To Lover.

 Hello Guys! How's everyone doing? Its been so long since I updated this blog; I'm almost embarrassed. Haha, I hope everyone is doing great? Have a nice read and feel up my comment feed. ;)

I guess its no news now that my Lover (Kim Kardashian) has filled for a divorce; merely 10weeks after wedding! LOL. Who remembers when I blogged to congratulate her? Read it Here. I remember saying stuffs about expecting a divorce from her in time but I didn't expect it to be this soon. I have come to know that the mind reflects upon the world...So when an experience is painted with our subjective colors of judgment, then the reflection of this world on our mind becomes personal, unique. That is why i would advice any sensibly sensitive individual,to try to captivate these moments of melancholy on paper,through either poems or articles. I'm here now to make another post for the dissolution of the marriage. The media frenzy of this divorce is CRAZY! I feel really shocked at somethings people allow to let loose from their voice boxes.

I have never felt that love I read about in books, that inexorable thing that made characters take all sorts of unlikely decisions, so I'm possibly the least person to make any witty comment about emotions and things of the heart, but I know that It's easy to take off your clothes and have sex. People do it all the time. But opening up your soul to someone, letting them into your spirit, thoughts, fears, future, hopes, dreams..loving them? THAT is being naked. If there is one thing I know about love; Its that Love makes you shine like a star, exposing the full spectrum of your feelings and personality, in a way greater than you ever dreamed. Just as white light contains within it all the colours of the rainbow, love brings out all your colours and potential, the full realisation of everything good that is you. If this is all there is to love, and someone decides that She doesn't feel like she's shining, then Its left for her and her belief to do what she feels is right.

I'm trying so hard not to quote the scriptures because sometimes the bible is so conflicting in people's ideologies that it would spin my head, but to all those who are sending out mean Tweets and posting hate notes/name calling on her blog; In the bible, Jesus stops a group of people trying to stone a woman to death for the mistakes she made..He tells them, "let the person with no sin, throw the first stone." None of those people could throw a stone at her, because the truth was..they made mistakes too...And we all do, and the worst thing you can do when someone messes up, is be angry at them or play God.

In life we do things. Some we wish we had never done. Some we wish we could replay a million times in our heads. But they all make us who we are, and in the end they shape every detail about us. If we were to reverse any of them we wouldn't be the person we are. So just live, make mistakes, have wonderful memories, but never ever second guess who you are, where you have been, and most importantly where it is you're going.


Song Beneath A Song.

When I was small, I used to sit in my bedroom for hours and listen to music. Sometimes I'd draw, sometimes I'd do homework, sometimes I'd read, but listening to music was the primary activity. As I have gotten older, less and less music has inspired me to devote my full attention to it. Now music has become more of an accompaniment to my life, a sort of background thing and the feeling is amazing. I got the new Florence & The Machine album, Ceremonials!! Absolutely stunning vocals and lyrics swell beautifully with dark, haunting, and exciting music, with the instrumentation flowing so perfectly into the songs! Its Incredible.


1, Never Let Me Go- Florence + The Machine
This song seems to be about SURRENDER. Not giving up (an act of despair) but giving in (an act of embrace and devotion). This is about the pleasure of being overwhelmed, something akin to masochistic delight.

Ostensibly, the singer surrenders to the ocean, and lets it pull her to the bottom. All her concerns and prayers are as nothing any more because the all-encompassing sea reduces her to nothing.

But this is more metaphor, than reality, as the refrain "Never let me go," suggests that life continues after the surrender, and the willing victim desires to be overwhelmed forever. It's like the moment of orgasm, where you barely exist as a thinking person, and want to stay there forever.

It's the decision to surrender to a passion or desire, that others may question (branding you a sinner), but you don't care, and beg that desire to embrace you forever, to NEVER LET YOU GO.
2, All This And Heaven Too- Florence & The Machine


Okay, so love is really confusing. She can't understand it, no matter how much education she's had or poetry she's written. She's been scrawling songs about it forever, but that doesn't mean she really gets it. She wishes she could comprehend it, if just for a moment. The last line is BRILLIANT. "Words were never so useful, so I'm screaming out a language that I never knew existed before." She knows she can't describe love with words, so this made up language will have to do.

Nice to know that it's not just us mortals who find love confusing.



ES.

Friday, September 23, 2011

18.

How is everyone doing today? Its the weekend and I hope everyone plans to take a rest and enjoy it.
 Have a good weekend everyone ! Do you ever feel someone is watching you? Or somewhere, somehow, you're never alone? It exceeds hallucination and fear. Sometimes its real. Sometimes you are the one, moving closer to it...embracing it..Enjoy the Poem.


18.

She visits me at night
While no one is around
When the party is over
When alcohol ceases to be numbing...

When I feel the most fragile
She puts her arms around me
When I feel the most alone
She promises to make everything better...

Her beauty is exotic
Her voice is angelic
Her lips are intoxicating
Her legs chained to an 18inch stilettos heel

From a place far far away
I know she is not of this mortal world...

Seduced by the mystery in her eyes
She smiles at me like a flower blossoms in the spring breeze
She laces her finger on my lips and tells me to just go with her...

Whispering in my ear...
That she can take all the pain away

Tempted to take her hand
Taking a leap into her world
I stare outside the window
Where she wants me to go

There is darkness
There is her voice
Most comforting voice...

Come with me
Your soul shall burn no more
Come with me
Into a world of darkness, silence and peace

No more pain...
No more tears...
No more turmoils...

Only the perpetual darkness of the night
Only the weight of dirt
Burying the rotting corpse of my soul

She whispers in my ear
Just come with me...

How can I keep on resisting?
Why should I always be sad?
Night after night...
Day after day...
Year after year...

She comes again at night
I ask where she comes from
She smiles and says
I come from the darkest,
deepest part of your heart
I have always been here within you...

Song Beneath A Song. 

1, The Stable Song- Gregory Alan Isakov
 
This is the kind of song that comes up on Pandora(Or wherever you crawl to for music) and you just stop everything you're doing because you have goosebumps. And so you sit and listen, eyes closed, totally uninterrupted until the last note is finished.

Monday, September 19, 2011

The Man Who Sailed Round His Soul.

Hello Guys. Happy Birthday to ME!!


I'm very grateful to God almighty for such a rare privilege to have another year added to my life today. I think Life is so precious; yet fragile and delicate that we have to celebrate everyday; every given moment as it comes. Generally, I believe birthday's are over rated; not that I don't feel the need to acknowledge it, but I tend to believe people throw things out of proportion on days like this. This was my first birthday without my siblings, Heck it wasn't the same. We usually spend the day at home, lounging and basically eating everything we could lay our hands on. Then we played "remember whens" on every birthdays. Amidst chuckles and disapproving glares over embarrassing "whens", We try to bask in the euphoria of aging by reminiscing on moments that took our breath away. I didn't get to play "remember whens" today. It didn't feel good but I've accepted that it all comes with growing up. Nonetheless, I spoke to everyone and never has there been a barrier to exist among us, even over the phone.

Thank you to everyone who called, sent texts, Posted on Facebook, Tweeted @ me. Even the kind words in mails. I tried my best to return every message I got and truly, I am overwhelmed with everyone's kindness. I'm thankful to God for the support system that I have.

If there is something that I've learned, its the ironic complexity of life. The evolution of love, death and learning to breathe even when alive. The simple things eventually turn out to be what we are accounted for. How many times someone's heart gladdened after you spoke to them? How much effort you put into doing things that necessarily not your responsibility? I love smiling at random people. Some of them smile back. Some of them get really creeped out, but that makes it worth it. Each day we get up; with each glimpse of sunlight that ignites with our face; we are given an opportunity to make things right, to move faster to our goals, to be kind and chip out a word of encouragement to someone struggling. We are healed to continue healing others.

I've decided to share a bunch of random knowledge on this post. Here they are:

I've learned that we don't have to change friends,If we understand that friends change.

I've learned that something that you do in an instant, can give you heartache for life
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I've learned that you should always leave loved ones with loving words, it may be that last time you see them.

I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.

I've learned that either you control your attitude, or it controls you

I've learned that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you are down, will be the one who helps you get up.

I've learned that sometimes when i am angry i have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.

I've learned that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them too, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.

I've learned that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you learned from them, and less to do with how many years you have lived.

I've learned that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others, but sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.

I've learned that just because two people argue, doesn't mean they don't love each other. And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do love each other.

I've learned that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret, it may change you life forever.

I've learned that sometimes the people that you love most in life, are taken from you too soon.

I've learned that you can't make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved, and the rest is up to them.

I've learned that no matter how much i care, some people just don't care back.

I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and just seconds to destroy it.

I've learned that it's not what you have in life, but who you have that counts.

I've learned that you can keep going, long after you think you can't.

I've learned that their are people who love you dearly, but just don't know how to show it.

I've learned that even when you feel you have no more to give, a friend cries out and you find the strength to help.

I've learned that our backgrounds and circumstances may have influenced our lives, but we are responsible for who we become.

I've learned that it is better to deal with your crap as it comes. Sweep things under the rug for so long till it becomes a lumpy rug and then a Tripping hazard. 

I've learned that people make mistakes... But if they're willing to put the past behind them, then maybe we should to.

We're only here for awhile. Yes, things are messed up. But since we ARE here, we need to transcend the darkness and make a meaningful, positive impact while we can.

There is no person in this world who is made to handle every punch that's thrown at them. In fact, we're made to get mad, upset, sad, hurt, stumble and fall. We aren't supposed to be able to handle everything. But that's what makes us stronger in the end; learning from the things that hurt us the most.

SONG BENEATH A SONG. 
1, Julia Stone- My Baby.

2, Florence & The Machine- Shake It Out.



My soul is officially at peace with everything wrong with this world. For Today....

Friday, September 16, 2011

A Whisper In A Riot.

Hello everyone. How is everyone doing, great? Good.

     I'm deeply saddened by the recent Boko Haram saga that has taken the peace of mind of so many people. How can we just sit here and let it happen? Why doesn't such senseless violence and death make our blood boil? What is wrong with us? Can we really find peace one day? After the horrible things we've done to each other? I can't help thinking about it and as I'm awake now; I feel such a weird sensation in my belly. It makes me sick of how much we have to gain; being jeopardize because of some people who won't rest till they send everyone back to live in the 80s (or whatever.). I'm just worried about pregnant woman, little naive kids, bread winners. All these people shouldn't be dead for no reason. I indulge everyone to say a word of prayer each day for this country. Yes, it may not be everything there is to getting out of the raging meaningless storm; it may be more good or less than a whisper in the heat of a riot; but it is something. I f you're a strict beliver; you'd realise that we walk faster sometimes while our knees are on the ground; than standing to point fingers.

With ALL the cynical expressions botox is yet to offer; I make this statement. "Goodluck needs to get his s!!t together; that's enough spar treatment. Get to work."


Have a nice weekend everyone; My birthday is on Monday!! Woot!!
ES.

A Whisper In A Riot.

Under the scorching sun
The land dries up
Mother nature cries in pain
Famine is upon us all
The orphan’s body withers

Under the same scorching sun
The sky turns red
Blood all over dried up soil
Killing and raping of land and people
The beauty and goodness of life turns ugly
The orphan’s humanity dies

Under the same scorching sun
The air turns ice cold
Indifference freezes the land
Medusa’s face of greed breathes life
Into the most unspeakable part of humans
Forsaken by God and abandoned by our own conscience
Quietly watching our brothers suffer;
Without a whisper in the riot;
The orphan’s heart hardens


Song Beneath A Song.*The song I'm sharing today goes well with this post. Try and listen.

1, Walk- Foo Fighters.
When I first heard this, to me it sounded like a cry for the world over to start again, after we've successfully screwed it up with talks of depression, war, paranoia etc. This song could have a deep meaning as a cry for the world to go back to the way it was. Also, it could be interpreted to be about falling down and getting back up again. The paper mountains could symbolize anything - goals, relationships, maybe even beliefs that were destroyed. But you can't let that destroy you, get your butt up and move on because life is short and there are plenty of other paths you can take.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Light, Salt & Water.

Hello everyone. What's going on? Did you all like my last post? Share your comments with me on the short story and send people down here to read it. I will be taking it off soon. (Check the post before this to read.)

Well, this weekend was Kim Kardashian's wedding and I must say that I'm very proud of her. The wedding seemed a success. She looked SO beautiful; like the Duchess of Calabasas, literally. Despite the fact that she's had it rough so far but she has made a career out of every trial she's faced. People could still go on about the past but does it matter? She made 17million $ from her OWN wedding. You either work on your future or give the hole in your mouth a chance to heal.

Today is a random post day. Firstly, I must talk about this thing we call love. The relationship between love and the overly dreaded divorce. I'm NOT against divorce. I must say this with all sincerity. There's nothing more devastating than being alone in a marriage. When someone walks out of your life, let them. There is no use in wasting your time on people that leave you. What you make of your future is no longer tied to them. YES, you may miss them but remember that you weren't the one that gave up.

I mentioned on my twitter the other day, that I'm giving her union 2years max. YES. We all know the deeds and glitz of hollyweird and the overwhelming pressure of Love. If i had a chance to see the founder\ Creator of  the English Language; I'd give him a kick in the butt for describbing love in 4 letters. Its big; its deep. Its like a raging sea with No Jesus in sight to step on.

Love is but a sweet dream, we all dream about it and sometimes it feels so good, so real; we can feel it, touch it even hold it, however, sooner or later we will wake up. We live through this reality that knows not of the dream that possesses our slumber. We call it life; most of us prefer the visions we dream, however, that can not be. We sleep and we dream then we awake from slumber then we live, but by any dumb luck you just might be able to fall once again into slumber dreaming sweetly and experiencing love, cherish it for every minute you can, for believe me you will awake and that dream we fade, then you will live regretting and hurting for every minute you wasted. Love is a dream; Enjoy it, abuse it, but know love will not always be waiting for you to fall to slumber.

We are all a little weird and life is a little weird and when we find that someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it Love. So I'm saying even if she files for a divorce in 2months; she was able to experience that tingling sensation. That weirdness with another skin.

Love is essential. Love is Light, Salt & Water.
Nice day guys, ES. 


SONG BENEATH A SONG

1. I'm In Here- SIA.

It could may as well refer to being in a coma, literally. Trapped in your physical walls and mental state, going hand in hand with deep depression. To me, it's her expression of finding or losing yourself in the darkest deepest hole in your mind & realizing it. That's at least how I choose to see it. Isn't art beautiful. We can all look at this song and(with our life experiences)take away from it completely different understandings. She's lovely.


Thursday, August 11, 2011

Did You Hear What Happened To Kecy?

YAAAAY! Look who's back blogging???

Did you hear what happened to Kecy? He's been lazy !!

Hey guys! How's everyone doing? Its been over a month since i updated this blog and indeed i must apologise for my laziness and lack of motivation. WOAASH! Its been intense lol. How's everyone enjoying the summer? Share your summer glits over here would ya? Lagos is insanely hot but spending quality time with the family. Preciousness. Anyways, I'm back now and I hope there wont be any headlines again on my absense.

CONGRATS to ALL the winners of 2011 NBAs. It was such an intense competiton. Everyone literally deserved to win lol! Blogging isn't as easy as people think it is. Hardwork. Persistence. I'm over the moon happy for all the winners. FIESTY PEN; Who won againsgt me in the BEST POETRY, WRITING & BOOK BLOG is an amazing writer. I'm happy at the response she got on Blogsville; Congrats Akan !!

I'd be posting a short story in a few minutes and PLEASE, MAKE OUT TIME TO READ IT. I literally breathe to read your comments and opinions on all my works. As usual, it'd be taken down soon, as it is an original and I'm working at avoilding any form of theft. PLEASE READ.

Nice day guys. ES


SONG BENEATH THE SONG.

I have amazing new discoveries and some songs that i've re-fallen in love with over the summer. There are tons and i can't wait to share it with you all. This duo, The Civil Wars is a rare breed. Their music is magical. The melodies come out all so swiftly that i wouldn't mind them singing me the words oif a dictionary. They;re beyond mesmirising. Lend your ear holes to amazing, incredible music.


1, Poison & Wine- The Civil Wars



I think this song is all about committment. Both of these artists are married, and I think their writing of this song springs from there. Marriage isn't always that "feeling" of love - much of the time it is choosing to love. I think this song is about that. At this very moment, I don't love you, but I always will. I don't have a choice, but I choose you. Love has a way of ripping you apart just as much as it has a way of holding you together, and this piece is a gut-level-honest tug and pull of affection and affliction felt between two lovers
 
 
2, Falling- The Civil Wars.
 
Man, after being in this situation, these lyrics are true to life. "Can't help falling out of love with you'. Her voice is magic.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Poetry OR Music?

Hello everyone. Yes, I've been MIA for quite some time now but I've had things to attend to. Anyways, I hope everyone is safe and sound? I've been rounding off somethings and its kept be bound to chains literally. But i'm sure I am good to go now; so expect me on your dashboard. ;)

We scored 2 Nominations at this years Nigerian Blog Awards. and for the 2nd time in a role; we got the category for "Best book, Writing & Poetry" blog and the category for "Best Student Blog". As usual, visit the Nomination Page to start voting! GO! GO!  I had NO idea that there was a space for the latter but
 thank you so much to all those who considered me worthy of both. Thank you, thank you. Dalu.

POETRY OR MUSIC?

I started earlier in the month to share my music taste with you all by posting a song with every blog post (I call it the "Song beneath a song)". Anyways, cutting the long story short, I came across this song and JUST the lyrics alone could or deserves someone's attention. I listen to lots of people who tend to be creative when writing their songs; to me, I think I tend to find poetry, anywhere I can.
   
    Her name is Katie Herzig and the song is titled Crazy. Below is the lyrics and directly after; the audio.



What have they done to the birds and the bees?
Cradle was dropped, the nest make believe
And they're selling their souls for the purpose of losing it all.

What have they done to the cracks in the walls?
The world has been painted to cover it all
And everyone's afraid to admit that they're getting old.

Oh my Lord, I'm told

What have they done to the revolution?
They call it a war and claimed it was useless
The voice of the ages will never be heard quite the same.

What have the done to the innocent mind?
They spoiled and twisted the truth into lies
And all of the peace lovers are having to draw up their swords.

Oh my Lord, I'm torn

If I'm going crazy, then crazy is just that I'm born

What have they done to Jesus' life?
They're making it cruel, say it's a lie.
They still ask for His peace cause they feel inside.

What have they done with the 2000 years?
Made history into a faithful fear
The cracks don't expire just 'cause the surface is dry.

Oh my Lord, I'm tired

If I'm going crazy, then crazy is just my desire
If I'm going crazy, then crazy is just what I've seen
If I'm going crazy, then crazy is just in between




Katie Herzig: Crazy.





I think she's talking about the crumble of society and the jadedness that comes with age and getting used to the status quo of the world "cradle was dropped, nest make believe". Throughout our childhood and education, we're pumped full of idealism and empowerment. We're a bunch of capitalists "selling their souls for the purpose of losing it all." The revolution, the actual belief and movement toward changing things, was destroyed by nay-saying powers that be. And no one will view revolution the same way. Protesters are often thought of as crazy, uninformed, or threatening somehow "voice of the ages will never be heard quite the same." And Katie's stepping back to watch it all as an observer, realizing that if sane is fitting into that; who wants to be part of it? 


Song Beneath A Song.

Between The Minds- Jack Savoretti



I have one word for this song; Its spelled L-I-S-T-E-N. It's hard to believe that Jack Savoretti is only 22 years old! His voice has a breathy, emotionally charged quality, reminiscent of Neil Diamond and his songs are finely crafted guitar or piano based numbers, full of delicate, tender lyrics and hauntingly beautiful melodies.

His songs are beautiful and I think this young man is going to be a very big name very soon!

If you like artists such as Damien Rice or Ray Lamontagne or enjoy tender, well-constructed melodic ballads, then Jack Savoretti is going to make you tingle!

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

This Is Why I Don't Smile.

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 THIS IS WHY I don't SMILE.

In this world you have to be "Oh so smart!" or "Oh so pleasant!".

Life is a journey filled with paths not taken, dead end streets, high roads, etc. etc. etc. But the essence of life is not the actual journey, but what is built along the way.

Ever since I remember I have been asking questions. Why am I here? What happens when I die? How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop? Well I'm all grown up and I am still asking questions, and have a feeling that I will be asking them till the day I die.

I believe in having thick skin and a soft heart, the thicker the skin, the softer the heart. I can take it from the best of them, and dish it out just as hard. But when it comes down to it, I can become a very caring and focused person under the most stressful conditions. Nothing is perfect; I understand that. I love my life; I count my blessings everyday.



"What shall it profit a man if he gains the whole world but loses his soul." - Mark 8:36

"The true value of a human being is determined primarily by the measure and the sense in which he has attained to liberation from the self." - Albert Einstein

"In the world there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, the other is getting it." - Oscar Wilde

"Men are respectable only as they respect." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

"You learn to like someone when you find out what makes them laugh, but you can never truly love someone until you find out what makes them cry." - Author Unknown

"Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with those who are reckless with yours." - Mary Schmich

"I long to accomplish a great and noble task, but it is my chief duty to accomplish humble tasks as though they were great and noble." - Helen Keller





Ten personal commandments, ideas I try to live up to....

1. Every once in a while you need to isolate yourself with you and your own thoughts. Think of your feelings for and your place within your family, friends, country, earth, and universe. It might be a little overwhelming but it will give you a perspective that you will need to help you understand what true purpose in life is.

2. Never, never, never burn bridges. Always strive to keep the people you know in your life. You don't need enemies, and if someone wishes to be your enemy don't acknowledge their hatred for you. Hatred and bitterness always subsides if not fueled.

3. You will never be happy in your work unless you do something for yourself, or for the people you love. Most life experiences are things we don't want to do to survive and get by, use them to your advantage to achieve what you really want out of life.

4. Don't wish to be another person. Be happy with who you are, you are unique and can achieve anything if you really want it. It took a big bang, exploding stars, the formation of the sun and the earth, evolution, exoduses, wars, and several moments of love and passion for you to get here. So much has happened to get you to this point, don’t think the world is not on your side.

5. Release some of that built up stress. Whether it be screaming, partying, dancing, laughing, exercise, etc., etc. Don't take yourself too seriously the only things really worth worrying about are the things people call you in the middle of the night for.

6. Never be envious of another person, and always be happy for another's well being and enjoyment. Your emotions are your ultimate possessions. Jealousy will only darken your own heart, and will hinder any achievement or material things you hope to attain.

7. Smile.

8. Those that are closest to you, although they do love you, will be the ones who will hold you back. Your friends and family just don’t want to see you get hurt. The unknown is always feared, if you never take risks you will never accomplish anything significant.

9. Failure is the greatest learning tool in life. All great minds have failed multiple times before getting it right.

10. You can never truly love another unless you love yourself. Also, when looking for a life partner try to hold out for that person that you would throw it all away for. For when the love of another is greater than the love of yourself, you will know your true purpose in life

The French people will say "La vie est un oignon que vous pelez tout en pleurant"- Life is like an onion; you cry while peeling.

So why do you smile?

EdithSmiles.



A Song Beneath The Song.

1, Home- Foo Fighters

I think this song is about growing up & facing the real world. Letting go of the past and venturing out on your own path. It is scary to leave the comfort that you know, but you must in order to live and become who you want to be. Home is like a security blanket, the comfort zone.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Can You Swallow The Sea?

Hello Amazing people! How are we all? Chilled, I assume? I guess by now, everyone should be settling into the summer breeze and taking advantage of being lazy. HA!

  Anyways, its THAT time of the year again. The Nigerian Blog Awards 2011 .WOHOO!!  This is what I want you ALL to do, Go to Nomination Page and NOMINATE (www.edithsmiles.blogspot.com) In the 4th category for (BEST BOOK, POETRY & WRITING BLOG). It is NOT difficult and you wont "give birth" while doing so. Just fill in your name and a VALID email address and CLICK the SUBMIT at the bottom LEFT of the page. It takes approximately 2MINS to do so. Also endeavor to check your email address for a verification that your nomination was INDEED counted. PLS, do so and tell a friend to do so too. If you are experiencing trouble; Please let me know.

Today's post has a repetition of "THIS/THESE" and after reading it, you should KNOW that of a truth THIS blog deserves THAT award. Now who's already nominating? Thank you allllllll!!!!----EdithSmiles.

Can You Swallow The Sea?

These things, these broken things
they weave the pattern for recovery;
not puerile; sometimes cumbersome.
these broken things; Oh, these forsaken things.

These things, these subtle things,
they speak so soft yet so loud;
not always seen, always shown,
always honest, never proud.

These things, these drives

paths not taken, dead end streets, high roads,
of patience, echoes, silence and grace
these words; my fragile breath.

Chilled wind that fills the eyes
with the protestant of tears.
The chiming, amongst chatter,
of glasses and bottled beers.

The little red schoolhouse
with it’s foundation of bricks.
The everyday transactions
of cigarettes and lottery picks.

The unsteady flickering light,
down the street, on it’s pole.
The leathery coarse face
of a man who’s life is whole.

The insecure reluctance
behind unintentional smiles.
The words never uttered
through love’s never ending trials.

These things chasing; these things raging.

Where can you run? Can you swallow the sea?
the cold stare of death; the silk embrace of the July rain
these things, these things chasing the sea.

These things, these subtle things,
they speak so soft yet so loud;
not always seen, always shown,
always honest, never proud. 



A SONG BENEATH A SONG.

Keep Breathing- Ingrid Michealson.

Very inspirational, very soothing. There is so much wrong in this world, yet it is so difficult to bring oneself to make a difference. It seems there's not a good place to start. It's easy to get caught up in the insanity of it all, and suddenly nothing is certain. The only thing to do is keep breathing....keep going, keep trying, keep loving, keep working to do good.

Keep living.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

A Song Beneath A Song.

1, Wish You Well- Katie Herzig. For me, this song is about being so close and connected to someone and one day it is time for one of you to move on. This song is sad, but also accepting to the fact that everyone must move on at some point. I could see how people interpret it as death or a breakup, There doesn't always have to be bitterness in a breakup, sometimes it is just the way it is. And this song describes how you want to let the person that left you know that you'll be OK, if not today then someday. I think it's entirely based on what you're going through and what helps you relate to the song."


2, Head Full Of Doubt Road Full Of Promises- The Avett Brothers

The beauty of music is that people tend to let different songs mean to them what they want it to mean to them.
To me it is about freedom of thought and living a life that you choose to live. Society has derived laws to maintain order. But as the number of laws increase the amount of freedoms a person can experience decreases. Those who don't understand that scare me as well. We all share an existence together and who is to say what is wrong and right. We consider things to be wrong when it could affect us in a negative way. I think murder is wrong because I do not want my family and I to be murdered. Compassion is also a factor because most of us do not want to see another person suffer because we can imagine ourselves in their shoes. I want to free the bird from the cage because imagining myself in a cage sounds like a horrible place to be.
In the end the only person you have to answer to is yourself. So figure out what type of life you want to live and go live it.


3, Cold Water- Damien Rice



Almost like it has been inspired by some divine power. It really shows Damien's genius, I think...
I think it's about being lost, but holding on to what you love, being afraid of losing the ones you love. And maybe even about the fear of death. Like someone knowing he/she is going to die, but still holding on to the last bit of hope that is still left. Maybe it's just about the desperation everyone of us sometimes experiences, the feeling of being lost, not knowing how to get out of a dark and difficult situation, but still knowing there are people out there who love you, and at the same time knowing that there is a risk of losing those people. Or maybe not people, but maybe some divine power (like God)
Maybe... I don't know... it's just a wonderful song.


4, Sigh No More-Mumford & Sons

I think that this song is about the inconstancy of man (in terms of both the individual and humanity), and how we all desire to be profoundly and selflessly loved despite our tendency to perpetuate the opposite. On one level, I think this is about someone who wants to break a pattern of hurt and is trying to convince the other person that he is able to love purely and unconditionally. On another level, and this is what spoke to me, is the idea that God is love, and he is the answer to our brokenness. He is able to love us in ways beyond what we cannot fathom, and through him, we can learn to love as he loves.


5, Hope For The Hopless- A Fine Frenzy
This is a really good song to get you through hard times. It's kind of a "roll down your windows and forget about everything else" song. One word; POSITIVITY.  


6, Turn To Stone- Ingrid Michelson



It's a pretty profound song with stellar instrumental and lyrics. More explicitly, the song seems to have 2 interconnected themes; 'forgiveness' and one of 'love' in order to avoid 'turning to stone'. Thus, she warns that bitterness and hate can make cold the heart. In line with this interpretation,'waiting for someone else's hand' means waiting for someone to throw an olive branch or make the first move.

The alternative interpretation is a more vague interpretation focusing on love. Here, she may be suggesting that we should not wait for someone to ignite our love and fill our hearts, because we may 'fall' and 'turn to stone'.




7, 9 Crimes- Damien Rice

The repeating of 'is that alright' I feel is a person pushing the envelope with those they are close to in their life. Very self-depreciating, but i feel it's coming from a masochist who knows fully well; the wrong in their choices, then loves to feel sorry for themselves when saying what a horrible person they are, that they should never be loved in the first place...(i.e Love me because i don't think i deserve to be loved). The gun being the mental games, how they have the potential to wound those who are too naive to recognize it's power.
I feel the very simple and slow haunting execution of the song led me to this sort of twisted conclusion. I feel this person is tortured only by the desire to be complicated and pined for. Even after cheating their own game.

I believe the reason this song touches so many people is that it rings true for our own lives -- it is difficult to strike the balance of what you need personally and what you need to do to respect your relationship/s. we should all try compassion and understanding when it comes to carnal desires and matters of the heart.
 
A Song Beneath A Song.


I've been listening to these songs and I thought to share it with you all. My kind of song is what some will refer to as dead or some sort of strange term. I'd leave you to be the judge and feel free to ask for recommendations. Its amazing how these songs have helped me at different stages of my life. Music is THAT beautiful. Well, most of you who know me will attest to the fact that I'd die for Grey's Anatomy (literally. Shattap, I be Jesus?) They also have an INCREDIBLE music directors. Check it out.

The best thing about any form of art is that the TRUE meaning is up to the observer.

Have a good day , Beautiful people.

EdithSmiles.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Once Upon a Time I Lost Myself.

Hello? How's everyone doing? I'm good. Anyways; Knock yourself out, literally with today's post.
Stay warm & good; EDITHSMILES.

                  Once Upon a Time I Lost Myself.

Sometimes we lose it..
We fall into love like a pillowed net an lie..
For months..
I've been there,
Once upon a time i lost myself.
Her eyes drew me in from across the party,
She made me weak at the knees,
She made me feel different.
Once upon a time i lost myself.


We went on a date,

We invited friends..
Friends that didn't show up..
We sat there under the darkness..
It didn't matter that we were alone,
I didn't question the fact that my friends have fallen off the planet,
I couldn't see past my own two feet..
We were a couple,
We were in Love,
Our names sewn from the same string,
Oh! Once upon a time i lost myself.


Dreams fall apart sometimes.

We wake up and everything is different.
One day I wake up,
The fantasy that we created was torn,
Revealing the reality on the other side of the wall we formed.
It was easy to be idealistic about love,
I had never felt this way about anybody.
But things weren't right!
We had built a cocoon around each other,
Wanting nothing more but to become butterflies together,
And here we were,
Flying away!
Oh! Once upon a time i lost myself.


As I emerged from the darkness,

Of not being together,
I called her,
We met,
I sat in front of those brown eyes,
The eyes that held me in and made me forget my own,
They eyes that now looked different.
I told her it was unfair for us to deprive ourselves of our lives,
I wanted to be together,
But not all the time.
I wanted to be in love,
But not in exchange of my identity,.
I wanted to look into her eyes and see her,
not the glow of my own reflection.
I didn't want to loose myself,
And I feared I already Had!

On a cold evening,

As we walked,
The Lamppost shivered,
And tears blurred from her eyes...
The wind shifted,
And the light above us streamed down.
She kissed my eyelids,
She smiled.
She knew i was right.
This was the first night we walked,
without stepping on each others shadow.
This was was the night I was "I"
And she was "SHE";
Two names;
Two Souls;
Two selves.


Love doesn't mean losing oneself,

For One Upon a Time I Lost Myself!!



Thank you all so much for your never-ending support.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Inmate One; Fifteenth Cell.

Hello Beautiful Readers.


How is everyone doing? Good. Anyways, My best heart NakedSha  is in Nigeria for the summer. YAY! So we went to the cinema to see Hangover II. It was above hilarious; I died half-way but for the countless times she hugged me. I can't believe how tiny she looked ( she kept saying it was because I'm as tall as Lamar Odom but we all know that's not possible). Half way through the movie or rather, every 5minutes this lady sitting next to me threw out a hysterical laugh; so loud, it could melt the wax in my ears. Jeezz.. Then there was this lady who walked into KFC when we were having lunch with horrible lace fronts, extremely long painted nails (substitute for craws if you deem fit) eye-lashes so tack-ly done; I'd be stuck to glue if i sit on it (YES, It was THAT long) AND her face was another shade from her body and my Nakedsha goes:

     "everyone on the inland has this ashawo look going on for them" I laughed so hard, I hard to pinch myself. 

Anyways; I had such a good time and I just wanted you all to know lol. And I give the movie an 80%. You should totally see it WITHOUT a minor.


    Today's post is about being in love. Rather its that kind of obsessive overwhelming kind of love that drills a hole into your head. The narrator is a victim of obsession; she has done everything but he wouldn't let go............... What is your take on obsession? Leave a comment below. EdithSmiles


                                   Inmate One; Fifteenth Cell.


I’m bound by your false promises
And your commitment to shield
Away from all sufferings
But your weapons you still wield.

Locked in a mental cage,
My thoughts encase me like steel
Like your arms that confine me,
I can’t tell anymore what’s real.

I flinch in terror away from your grasp
But it only makes you tighten the noose,
There’s no escape from this prison I’m in,
You’ll never, not ever, let me go, let me loose.

I’d rather die now, than let you hurt me anymore,
I’m planning my escape with every tense breath.
But if, in the ‘morrow, you find that I’ve gone,
I know you’ll come looking, your twisted love won’t rest.

You’ll see me shackled and chained to a chair
Before you let me leave, I know you too well.
So in the name of love, when you take me back to your jail,
Just know it won’t be long now, until I see you in hell.

Monday, May 30, 2011

The Way To The Future.

Helloooooooooooooooooo Beautiful people!!. How are we doing today? I'm GREAT!! I hope you're doing good today? Guess why I'm over-the-moon ecstatic? Well, here it is;
With over 60posts consisting of short stories, Journal enteries and Poems, 897visits, 2 Nigerian Blog Awards nominations, 3 press publication (The Punch, The Nation) and over 120 blog comments, Today; EdithSmiles is a year old. 

I am so proud of all I have been able to achieve with your help.
As the Nigerian Blog Awards come up in less than a heart beat; I hope we get nominated and take the award home. Its high time we get that badge up there. :)
THANK YOU ALL; YOU GUYS ARE AMAZEBALLS.
I see life as having its own emotional wheel/cycle. It normally begins with excitement and gets warmer with love. Then anger corrupts and sadness follows, but after time Happiness will surely come again and then it starts of by excitement all over! People must understand that emotion is part of life. Everyone goes through all the same emotions. Don't think your life is a horror movie. Just accept it and remember its the way to the future.

                               THE WAY TO THE FUTURE.

When blood starts bursting through your veins,
the heart races like it has its last take,
the adrenalin in your body it drains
and brings your life to a wake.
Excitement!

 

When a sudden heart beat skips
and it feels like butterflies tickle your tummy.
when your legs give in the 'dips'
and you look like a smiling dummy.
Love!



When your fists start to rage and clutch
and your blood boils till steam
that red covers your face too much,
and the voice that forms a scream.
Anger!


When tears run down your face
and your body feels to brake
like your soul has no trace
of what is real and what is fake.
Sadness!


When discovering a joy in your soul,
fulfilled with pride and life.
Feeling like all that ruthless foul
has no more unplanned strife.
Happiness.


When you have finished through this cycle
it will all begin again.
Who knows how it will begin,
end or when?
But this is the cycle of emotion,
search yourself carefully of how you feel.
And within you, you will find devotion,
to understand the life's emotional wheel;

Showing you the way to the future.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

May 21st.

Hello world;
     A Beautiful day to you all. Hope the Saturday is treating /treated you all well? Ever wondered if the Angels blog? (lol). Here is something for the day. Enjoy and have a wonderful weekend. God bless us all. E-SMILES.
 
                            MAY 21ST.

I wandered the world alone before you; 
I spoke with the trees and sighed with the moon,
Who hung with mystery and dreadful loom.
I climbed a ladder of branches, twigs and dew
To reach the crescent of the moon
And stay with her till the nighttime noon.
I spoke and she spoke, and the stars did too,
Till i dosed in the morose of the nighttime gloom.

I awoke on the twelfth stroke of nighttime noon,
And said my last farewell to the stars and the moon.
At the basis of my ladder of branches, twigs and dew,
I set out on a journey to discover something new.
When i walked as far as my feet would do,
I landed by a kingdom, by a sounding sea of blue.
And there, I discovered a mistress' tomb
And the body of a man, frozen to his doom.

So there I laid by the side of the tomb,
To freeze with my love in the light of the moon.


ES.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Bullets & Iron Knives.

Hello beautiful people. How is everyone doing? Hope we are getting settled into the summer breeze & creating time to smell the beautiful flowers? So this is just something out of the blue, but I dare to ask you so; Have you ever felt solely responsible for something and the table turns around to torment you? Perhaps if its something you said or something you did not do? I had this thought and decided to share it in literature for better explanation. For the better part of life I tend to believe that  "Wherever there is a human being, there is an opportunity for a kindness."

Bullets & Iron Knives.

One cold lonely noon in some communal garden I used to know by heart and brain, I met - [saw would be more precise] – That tiny unnoticed earth drop who had strength and force; enough to save my mean and pathetic world. Swirling among flowers and trees, her small head ringed by a golden halo. She was laughing like one would cry.

Clad in black heavy clothes, mourning an old friend of mine; I was frail, teetering on the edge of the safe side of my mind, and she angered me. Innocently dressed in a bright leafy dress; Sunlight filtered through spaces between the trees’ gaping branches, sparkling off her skin like diamonds. She was just a toddler, toying with the idea of what she would be when she would grow up – [no one ever warns children that age is an enemy ]– a kid, not yet aware that the dance would someday end; who didn't care for yesterdays and tomorrows -[One should never believe ones first idea] - she was entranced; as if dazed by a never ending dream.

Frowning, one could say I tried to ignore, block out of me that ageless stirring motion, but Nature did not allow peace: Flowers, moths, the air itself revolted, buzzing through me, leaving heavy but pure aromas for me to sink in, confusing thoughts, rage and hate to create a brand new emotion ---; Then an interruption destroyed that perfect illusion of mine: 

           "Are you sad?" she dared, crossing the line as if she knew who I was, what I wanted, what I felt. 
Her hair was a rich shade of mahogany. It flowed in waves to adorn her glowing, porcelain-like skin. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, were a bright hazel. A straight nose, full lips - she seemed the picture of perfection. Had she smiled, the world would sigh with contentment. Had she laughed, the world would laugh with her. And had she wept, the whole world would want to comfort her. That drove me to jump the cliff of sanity; rage erupting in my brain, I stood then walked away, leaving kind perfumes and annoying girls behind. 

Fast steps echoed fast steps and pushed me to the Road, but I did not pay enough attention to deathly tricks of fate while the little girl followed me--------- and By a loud shout of people passing by, I startled, my eyes jerked up and then got stuck:  I was finally seeing the car, while bright fireworks exploded in my frightened pupils. Death was on me, and I felt just that light push on my back, then lost my footing, I fell on the harsh ground, safe - why was I?.......No, it could not be; it had no right to be, after taking away my best-friend.

My shocked mind made me move, and my mouth dried itself at such a sight, refusing to acknowledge that the beautiful girl [more beautiful than a Porcelain doll], whose soft whispers of  "Hold on, why do you seem so sad? Do you want a chat?" echoed at the tip of my ears was lying on the road, dead. Her voice was light and haunting and somewhat chilling. Her dull, hollow grassy eyes looking for something no one could see. 

        Suffocating, I just ran and ran down the gray black streets to my small home, wanting nothing more than wash blood and fear and death away --- but thoughts stayed, ringing through me like bullets and stabbing like iron knives: never again would she dance solely for this small world, never again would her laugh and songs annoy - [for the best] - the ones like me, and never, ever again would one hear her welcoming, earthly laugh, for her dancing dream had met its own end.

And I was sole responsible. 

I looked out of my window and the clouds had parted and the moon returned, bathing the scene in silvery light.















" The chemist who can extract from his heart's elements compassion, respect, longing, patience, regret, surprise, and forgiveness and compound them into one can create that atom which is called love" ~


Saturday, May 14, 2011

Come First Midnight Of June To Bury The Dead.

Hello Everyone? 

How are we doing today? I hope great. I've been off for a while literally, but i guess summer brings peace in more ways than one. I'm back 1000% to sharing poems/short stories, so don't un-bookmark me yet (lol). Today's post is a poem i wrote during my one-out-of numerous insomniac attacks. Its nothing personal as usual, 98% fiction [ ;) ]. I'd love to read your comments; trust me they do go more than a mile. Blessings; E-Smiles.



Come First Midnight Of June To Bury The Dead.

Frozen window pane
Breaking against the bitter rain
On the night of the eve of May
Blow me kisses, cold and cruel
Suck away my soul, you fool




Death will not have me, on this frost
For sleep has not taken me at my malignant cost.




Instead, I will lay on my rotting bed's sheets
Speaking to the ceiling faces of concrete;
They are broken angels, Plastered to this room
Never to know flight, but to aptly loom


Peg me not a dreamer
For mine are not so sweet
Think me not an angel
For we walk through hell's heat


Tell me not your secrets
For I am not mute
Listen with heed of caution
For my views are too astute.


Sing me a song, and I'll write you a verse
Forgotten in time, and equally cursed
Left in my palace, with no friend or foe
My cries only answered by my own echo


I'll paint you a face
Of death's last smile
It will hang in the banisters
Staring in denial.


And sometimes he hums
And the cherubs all weep
For this is what greets me
When I can not sleep.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Breathless; As I Breathe


   Whats good fam? I hope everyone is doing good. Happy Easter too;  May the joy of salvation and power of the resurrection wrought miracles in your life & family; now and always. Anyways, here's today's post. I hope you enjoy it. Comments are humbly accepted. cheers beautiful people. E-Smiles



                                Breathless as I breathe

I am a star fallen from the Blue tent upon the Green carpet.
I leave a trail of brilliance behind.
The  Poet's elation.
The Artist's revelation.
The Musician's Inspiration.
A Creation that never Transpired.
As I embrace slumber, the Eyes of the Night watch over me,
And I look upon no other.
As I awaken I stare at the Sun,The only Eye of the Day.
And Light floods my Playground,
My shadow is supreme.
Close your eye and Dream.

I'm not a feast to the dreaming eye.
I burn and re-build to create what dies.
But Whatever I maybe.
I do know this.
I am a Beautiful wish come true.




I seek a definition.
An absolute form, a complete shape.
A definite guise, a perfect frame.
a clear voice, a pure expression.
a description so marked, An explanation so sound
Without contrast, distinct in clarity.
Authoritative yet exhaustive.
Assertive and decisive.
But whatever I maybe.
I do know this.
I am a beautiful wish come true.


Am I the Hero of the heart?
Soul mate of the mind,
Lover of the lips or Victim of the eyes.
Disciple of Wisdom and Guru of Contemplation
Slave of the wings tethered in chains.
Courage of the fear whose death is near.
The Blinding light of a faith now intact.
The Fading light of a smile now gone.
A soldier with blood on his blade.
His beloved, in blood, in his arms.
Am I what drove him to kill?
A woman's sacrifice at every step,
At the altar of social demand.
Or the sacred shrine in the heart of a child,
adored by a merciful mother.
Am I her Heart Strings Gripped so Tight and Tugged so hard.
Strummed with greed, and Broken with pain.
But Whatever I maybe.
I do know this.
I am a Beautiful wish come true.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Dew Drops.

Hello people. How are we doing? lol I'm hoping great? I'm not doing so bad myself too. Thanks to Jah!!
Here is a poem I wrote; make meaning out of it and let me know who has the best re-definition. Its quite an easy one so have fun passing with ease. Don't forget to follow me on twitter and tell a friend to tell a friend who knows another friend; about EdithSmiles.

DEW DROPS.

If you close your eyes you may travel anywhere
You may be with many people who have very much to share
You may laugh and sing and be at peace you may even think you’re free
But in your mind you will find that you are but a “me”.

I am one, a darkness or a light

I am not sure yet of which and wont till I take flight
One day I was a slave, walked with flock in deathly heat
And looking not beyond, a chasm at my feet

Men they crossed it fearlessly as would a tightrope walker

Falling to their death with the slightest falter
I too was drawn to cross and to see the other side
After all had gone I felt it time to take it at a stride

Balanced ‘cross a pole seven days to fall and die

One step left to go, to fall and feel alive
Little did I know that I could fall another way
Toward the sky I set my eyes and fell for seven days

A voice it spoke and told me one man I will meet

He would be the leader of goodness or defeat
And when I see him I will be shown who it is I am
The opposite of him, I would be good or would be damned.

Seven days past, still I fell toward the sky

No angles and no devils and no one to tell me why
I looked and looked toward the sky but no one did I see
Until I closed my eyes, and I saw only me.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Cashew Nuts, Oranges & Palmwine.

Hello everyone. Hope everyone is enjoying this month of march? Well, whatever the challenge might be, there is a God and He's definitely up to something. In this month of march, my darling friend, co-blogger and mentor, Funmi Oyatogun's blog is a year old!!! It seems to me like yesterday, when the unique blog came to life. I am so happy and proud of her and her achievements within a year. with over a 100 followers and award nominations, NAKEDSHA, Has proved to be clothed with success. My story with Funmi is a funny one.Not in a "clown-funny way" but in an un-believable amazing way. Have you ever wondered what marks our time here? If  one life can really make an impact on the world? Or if the choices we make matter? Or the friends and companies that we keep? Well, i believe they do. And i believe that one man, one person, one special friend as Funmi Oyatogun, can change many lives. For better.....or for best! You know, most of our lives are a series of images, they pass us by like towns on a highway, but sometimes, a moment stuns us as it happens and we know that this moment , this instant is more than a fleeting image. We know that this moment, every part of it, will live on forever.

Cashew Nuts, Oranges & Palmwine.


Under a blanket of stars,
The moon had cast its silvery glow,
Amidst the silvery midt,
The sun had mightily shone its path,

In the darkness of reality,
You had lighted a candle of hope,
So fast it burned;
Melting all its vibrant colors & scents of misery

With your fragile words,
And the simple acts of kindness,
With the nobility of your steps,
And your passion for the world

As we watch the sunsets,
As ships docked ashore,
I felt loved.

There is a fluttering beat humming in my ears;
It whispers away the reasons for my tears

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY .NAKEDSHA

E-smiles.