while i tell you a story how reality kicked my ass!
i was feeling very sure of myself
thought i had this shit on lock
like i could do it myself
but you see none of us do anything alone except die.
feeling that particulates of feeling honest was reward for perculiarness.
i have only had but 1 love and i lost her twice,
sharing is selfish caring,
ease of guilt, who the fuck made it look like it was a selfless act? ...and if its caring so much I'm not gonna be there to comfort my therapist when she wakes up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night shedding a tear for me!
notice the different standards of behaviour for himself than he has towards me.
now she cares, enough to know that she gets a pay cheque at the end of the month.
used to clown around, litter and conscious ease myself that I'm creating work for those its meant for....IRONY!!
but the universe tends to unfold itself as it should. sometimes Revelation, fun or scary....
but I'm paper, y'all recycle my ass 'til I'm papyrus!
Gino Obuseng
Saturday, January 3, 2009
5sensed
i am moved
constant i smile at this new coat dawning on me
vibrating, electrifying my eyesight
my steadiness in my pupil is in triangle vision.
I'm seeing in 6's
this taste i hear is unveiling this red color i feel is condescending but not so much in age but ignorance
i smile at this white haired wrinkled bliss of a haven unaware, not introduced.
these cars line up stacked in perfect sequence, black to grey, brown to white.
the boards chipping away
liquid giving path.
it has become too mundane
too familiar, the surprise element is not weakened but awaited.
he who knows so much said, but maybe it should have been in point form. step by step.
I'm not thanking you,
I'm sharing
loving you is to be too simple
i can afford it, every adoration
your voice puts in my presence
i am marking in the skies as part of this natural existence.
Gino Obuseng
constant i smile at this new coat dawning on me
vibrating, electrifying my eyesight
my steadiness in my pupil is in triangle vision.
I'm seeing in 6's
this taste i hear is unveiling this red color i feel is condescending but not so much in age but ignorance
i smile at this white haired wrinkled bliss of a haven unaware, not introduced.
these cars line up stacked in perfect sequence, black to grey, brown to white.
the boards chipping away
liquid giving path.
it has become too mundane
too familiar, the surprise element is not weakened but awaited.
he who knows so much said, but maybe it should have been in point form. step by step.
I'm not thanking you,
I'm sharing
loving you is to be too simple
i can afford it, every adoration
your voice puts in my presence
i am marking in the skies as part of this natural existence.
Gino Obuseng
my patient, waiting
i miss you
you nag at me, with this force i don't understand when things are at a still.
you pull and jump at me when when my world is covered and glowing and is moving fast out my window, in silence
i think of only you, high above everything looking down, not at others, but counting each and every brick forming under our feet.
i cant wait to touch you, have you so deep in my soul
in my mind the memories are vague, but i know i could mould your naked body with my eyes closed.
though so much time has passed my voice has never escaped my mouth so loud as like i was with you. your light never filled my eyes, with you my toes never curled, maybe somewhere along the journey they did, but i could have sworn my legs were detached as we played.
i miss you, cant wait to see you.
i want every bit of you everywhere on me at the same time.
Gino Obuseng
you nag at me, with this force i don't understand when things are at a still.
you pull and jump at me when when my world is covered and glowing and is moving fast out my window, in silence
i think of only you, high above everything looking down, not at others, but counting each and every brick forming under our feet.
i cant wait to touch you, have you so deep in my soul
in my mind the memories are vague, but i know i could mould your naked body with my eyes closed.
though so much time has passed my voice has never escaped my mouth so loud as like i was with you. your light never filled my eyes, with you my toes never curled, maybe somewhere along the journey they did, but i could have sworn my legs were detached as we played.
i miss you, cant wait to see you.
i want every bit of you everywhere on me at the same time.
Gino Obuseng
020109
the moon called me back
with the setting sun,
the west in my wrong,
the ocean followed into its deep intensity of darkness.
the moon on this island has no friends,
for the lonely forget its comfort,
the tide pulls back so far.
a playground, nourishes of tax free debt.
paid when the sky dims and exerts in the air freedom in expression of the doubts that cling in my head.
the moon pulls me back, above, under people's skin as i try to soothe and correct the waves that arise in me.
Gino Obuseng
with the setting sun,
the west in my wrong,
the ocean followed into its deep intensity of darkness.
the moon on this island has no friends,
for the lonely forget its comfort,
the tide pulls back so far.
a playground, nourishes of tax free debt.
paid when the sky dims and exerts in the air freedom in expression of the doubts that cling in my head.
the moon pulls me back, above, under people's skin as i try to soothe and correct the waves that arise in me.
Gino Obuseng
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