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
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
why i write
everything, shallow and deep...I'm just everything i am all the time....
and its noticeable. inconsistently consistent... unpredictably predictable!
its a possession...i don't have a choice...gift and curse!
its like u know how everyone has 5 senses, how some people say can talk to angels and God, how magicians do, how fortune tellers do.... how animals sense things...i have this voice, my soul has a voice... i don't sit and make shit rhyme, or pre meditate, its always there, talks all the time, even now, people say i have a way with words its just that i know alot of words and like explaining fully what i wanna say...soul to soul, that's y i like people receiving my writes the way they feel them. what u feel is what i mean...
it registers everything all the time, we are friends and enemies... doesn't fancy my mind too much...lol! or my ex-housemate!(OK that was just for thrills)
true always...and can knock me down on my hands and knees clutching on a pencil, writing on a napkin...its so deep that wen it has to write it has to write...I've written so many pieces, my hand numb from being slower than it speaks, where i break down and cry after documentation!
yo...i write every where, anything!
I've gone months before without writing, OMG i thought i was gonna die, i felt dead, my soul was hurting, i was numb...was not myself or my i had written so much of wat i was feeling, that i wasn't feeling...and i always see it go, n come back...she plays tricks on me...
the more i listen n accept the more i hear, the louder she gets, used to think it was just me...nah! she loves explaining...her 1st and Passion is written word, its a choice, for people willing and ready to accept and receive...we get loud though sometimes....
hahahaha! sorry, we get carried away! but this is why i write!
sealed in the package wen i was delivered!!
Gino Obuseng
and its noticeable. inconsistently consistent... unpredictably predictable!
its a possession...i don't have a choice...gift and curse!
its like u know how everyone has 5 senses, how some people say can talk to angels and God, how magicians do, how fortune tellers do.... how animals sense things...i have this voice, my soul has a voice... i don't sit and make shit rhyme, or pre meditate, its always there, talks all the time, even now, people say i have a way with words its just that i know alot of words and like explaining fully what i wanna say...soul to soul, that's y i like people receiving my writes the way they feel them. what u feel is what i mean...
it registers everything all the time, we are friends and enemies... doesn't fancy my mind too much...lol! or my ex-housemate!(OK that was just for thrills)
true always...and can knock me down on my hands and knees clutching on a pencil, writing on a napkin...its so deep that wen it has to write it has to write...I've written so many pieces, my hand numb from being slower than it speaks, where i break down and cry after documentation!
yo...i write every where, anything!
I've gone months before without writing, OMG i thought i was gonna die, i felt dead, my soul was hurting, i was numb...was not myself or my i had written so much of wat i was feeling, that i wasn't feeling...and i always see it go, n come back...she plays tricks on me...
the more i listen n accept the more i hear, the louder she gets, used to think it was just me...nah! she loves explaining...her 1st and Passion is written word, its a choice, for people willing and ready to accept and receive...we get loud though sometimes....
hahahaha! sorry, we get carried away! but this is why i write!
sealed in the package wen i was delivered!!
Gino Obuseng
my heartbeat knows me
my heart whispered something to me
it changed its pace, not fast, not slow
concentrated, true, a sense of completion.
and my breathing the cradle it rocks on.
the promise in the words that were said.
i feel it beating in every cell in every part of my body.
its knowing...
did you know you stop me?
i decided for you, when i forget my knowledge of knowing and slip into an unlit corner, in hopes of salvage, when it should be for me to receive a gift of remembrance.
its knowing, that these many rules don't have to be followed wen you dream things to life.
Gino Obuseng
it changed its pace, not fast, not slow
concentrated, true, a sense of completion.
and my breathing the cradle it rocks on.
the promise in the words that were said.
i feel it beating in every cell in every part of my body.
its knowing...
did you know you stop me?
i decided for you, when i forget my knowledge of knowing and slip into an unlit corner, in hopes of salvage, when it should be for me to receive a gift of remembrance.
its knowing, that these many rules don't have to be followed wen you dream things to life.
Gino Obuseng
Inebriated
felt like gentle rain
feel it from the bottom of me
welcomed him
possess another person
storm rose inside that made me cringe.
we heave and when you leave there could be just whispers.
attacking the core of my inner being corroding my thoughts.
its the smile and look in your eye.
that calls up the silence of the moon
to whisper at your lips brushing up
against mine, entangled your tongue in this prolonged hope i feel right to the bottom of me.
this room, the bricks and wood remember the thrill of intoxication.
I've began to understand,
its an exquisite beat as we race against our heart beats, with no sense of direction,
i don't know left from right but my legs spread to welcome you.
the depth, the colours in my head changing this possession i want forever.
Gino Obuseng
feel it from the bottom of me
welcomed him
possess another person
storm rose inside that made me cringe.
we heave and when you leave there could be just whispers.
attacking the core of my inner being corroding my thoughts.
its the smile and look in your eye.
that calls up the silence of the moon
to whisper at your lips brushing up
against mine, entangled your tongue in this prolonged hope i feel right to the bottom of me.
this room, the bricks and wood remember the thrill of intoxication.
I've began to understand,
its an exquisite beat as we race against our heart beats, with no sense of direction,
i don't know left from right but my legs spread to welcome you.
the depth, the colours in my head changing this possession i want forever.
Gino Obuseng
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