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i wish i could say that was enough, that the experience had reached its climax

that it had all been for groupie love, a kiss on the cheek, that i could swear never to wash the left side of my face.

that all i needed & settled for was just a taste.

perceive & receive, lead & leading me through 'twas a world wind of circumstances.

steady slow dances

of words, song, stance in expression of understanding misconception being lead thru a path of truth,

Real.

And these words i wait for, in anticipation like my 1st meal.

But many would raise brow in the mist of this soul orgasms, as they look past it only asking if 'we seal the deal'?

And take this lyrical demonstration as a reflection of me initialing the pages as my contribution of how i really feel.

And i thank you for a long awaited gift, that was able to lift me from what my mind had convinced my hand was only a drift, which was only a shift of true and needed inspiration.

These words & these tags may seem entirely as a brief but solemn mention.

Unknown, unheard, infamous they face rejection, but like everyone this is my form of getting my hit of that depth, my lethal injection.

I'm true to it. If it makes you feel better print my words out. edit, ready for frame & lamination.  

Nxu Stru! i'm a hiphop cheerleader!!

14/03/2010

0410hrs

Gino Obuseng

i could write about a thousand things that mean the same.

say and stay the same.

keeping my words ever so tame.

like compare this rain to the nights of loneliness, reverted and disguised as pain. 

i could stare out this window, & pretend that you don't know 

as i put on this show of screaming and howling like you done stepped on my toe.

but as long as the clouds & sky stretch for miles.

this will always come simply to me as are my smiles.

Gino Obuseng

Angel's Tears

The rain has me on some trip,

its breeze taking my hand & drifting me away slowly into a sweet-scented cool mist of memories...

Memories of you, of me, of him, of her and plenty of them many of those forgotten only to be remembered by the rains pure smell.

The grey sky is tainted with red, some say gloomy, and truly maybe it should sit heavy on my head, but as it seems like the radio volume dial turned clockwise, 

the pitter-patter of the drops increase. 

my mind starts screaming words at my pen.

increasing is the electricity in my brain inspired completely by this rain. 

Gino Obuseng

think about it

so in my attempt to try, my attempt to lose, control, to shed, this attempt

to hold on, the many sour attempts to love, someone, failed. not so much in myself but 

the strength to continuously attempt to puncture beliefs set before even my fore-mothers of stereotypical bullshit that has kept many souls imprisoned, captivated almost always capsizing the minds over their weak souls.

i wonder how much strength they "think" they have in their domes when death can stop them mid thought and still their spirit lives on, think about it!

Gino Obuseng

hold her

maybe in that access love she doesn't know where to put her misplaced feelings.

so she runs to the unfamiliar, the shaken like her soul, the desperate to hold on...

and so intensely lost loves, paternal, she cries so loudly!

Gino Obuseng

Watch Me Phly Past

i went to school, came back had learnt what i already knew...

looked down on.

"don't disappoint us" they say, to a person they don't know. this time around don't mess up, to deafened ears f a self & universe taught woman. a box they don't know the location to.

chemically, mechanically, surveyingly engineer your own shit, with BA's, your HONS, PHd's, make it so you leave your mark behind just like the ones before you. make it so that yr Bsc's MBA's & your point averages count up to make the total of you; that people talk about you, like you talk AT me.

my path is G plated, had in-seam stitches holding my shit together, my name on it and trademarked.

you look down on me, shun me, wanna say it out loud so your party listens on, what is it?

comfort yourself with me, take it now, run with it while I'm still here. from me you get a head start.

my shit is copy-written, your 2am "life lessons" are just a vent of multiple sexual frustrations, work load, smashed black cars, envy of spinning wheels. 320's, 270's coins, i don't beam... booty call cabs, i walk, repair shoes... dust them off. and proud!

starting & staring from 'my end', but don't for 1 minute think its from the bottom. but I'm climbing. from the bottom of my being.

stop.

wait.

watch me phly past!

blessed. with an atmosphere like mine. exampled... those i keep around me dream like me, big like me, guess what haters we rock the hell outta 'em shades. we go hard!

those i choose to surround myself with love real, passion, fire, talented, black, 'mosadi', banna, motswana. we are not stray, rather multi talented, diverse, pinky n the brain tryna take over the world, this world, your world, our world. 

i get carried away trying to explain to you that i am deleting those weeds, diminishing the fungus my lovely haven, my mind has accumulated over the years. 

my light complexened ass apologizes for your bumping ride and the weak reception.

we at Gino make it so we affect deeper, infect spiritually and brand darker.

watch me phly past!

Gino Obuseng

PAST PRESENT & FUTURE

It has always seemed easier, I guess, to write of things confusing, hurting, inconclusive, incomprehensible.

Simply when, after nights spent in passion, in blinding bliss, there were then night’s alone, craving; the pen would not free the words fast enough.

Even as I admit the statements above seem of confusion.

Understand me when I say: clarity has never been so clear.

Before I guess what was at that exact time I thought like a dream I could shift & change at my will. Though voicing ‘everything happens for a reason’, I did not practise. Falling in love, in awe, trusting the idea that I had of formable & tangible relationships…

Ideas that I had back then have what my past in its presence could have be… can had been??

The past, my past, this past of this lifetime, seems up & down, side-to-side, round ‘n round, twirling, swirling until it came to a dead halt… it stopped. 

Master I have preached & verbally proved over & over as much as I could to hearing ears… I feel now I am ready to learn further, push deeper, and practise intensely. My present, as still as my grounded presence. I can re-shape all that I know, with metaphors & examples of diverse situations as much as I can.

I confuse my present with the thoughts I had yesterday of what today would be like. I take so much responsibility for the universe’ intends & tends…

The reigns I try to control & tug on are endless, I just LET GO! And oh…the world still spins… 

Gino Obuseng