my deep HEART.............bin gone for too long

Huge sigh......bin like forever tot i wud never do this again.Not like i have not attempted to return buh i cant even begin to understand.dunno why i waited until the last inning,i finally got thirsty nd i feel like havin a pool of water.It was a strange feeling buh i tot i was outta stock,taught they were ghost dwellin here.like there was a dark forest...... dark and deep.buh mehn here is wher ma heart lurks.there are some weird and odd looking people around here,they often cry and somtimes randomly lost .Ma taughts are small(shallow ohhh) and somtimes freakin big(deep),they somtimes are somthing you could neva dream.And somtimes they are like strange versions of me or even you(could be anyone).they somtimes are harmless nd othertimes they haunt ma dreams.ery of ma taughts has its own schemes nd personality(does that make sense? iono).i often taught ma degrees had bin flunked out or ma class was wel ova.buh no......i got it all ova d wall.                                                                                                               ma soul dwells deep,no wonder ma mind keeps yellin(this is nt me........bin away for so long).                                                                                                                                                                                   :aquaria,bee,gaga doll (tongues out!!!!!!!!)

emptiness.......................

am done wit ma transition.......u proly should read this:

confusion stricken heart

silence done an awful harm

moods no good

emptiness builds a home

hope and dreams..............fade away

prayer? seems futile

smiles far of the face

nothing worthy is left

life destined to be ordinary

destroyed and damaged

a void filled with torture

alone and disdained............................

a little girls looks tells me that i mite be a little lost,this never ending thingy depicts the illusion of myself.proly because i was awfully lonely today and i only look up to me.I really should join a game but they never really play fair.I warned them to stop looking because i had my back face them.Everytime am killed i get born again...

i listened to r.les transition album nd it wasnt such a bad idea.mr got poor sales(pity)......am outta here

they so fake

Hey,this is real serious.I really dont know who is for real......we really gotta to be careful about the ppl we call friends.They so many people who shows up in your face and act as friends,many of them just need you for a purpose.Words are said over the phone and are so easy to type buh friendship is a two way thing.Its deceit or the truth.

it happens all the time you meet ppl who seem so perfect.the ones that seem to be there all the time.they stick up there asses and would be there all the time (these people are friends right?).................or so they say.

its just a matter of time you find out they fake.they stick you up for your paper or what you have got to offer.they spread lies about you and say shitty things about you.they backstab nd try to bring you down.Then they try to turn some other mofos against you,those mutual friends that believe their lies are just more fake friends(loosers).these guys are no friends,they are people with boring lives.we living in a cruel world,apparently some ppl are real while some are fake.i guess we may never know who the true friends are

:once a friend always a friend(huge lie)............got so many kid brains in matured bodies.....sigh....peace out.

sugar bum

ur my honeyyum sugarbumm

cookie yummy pumpkin

ur my sweetypie

ur my honeycake gumdrop

sclupyscwuplydu

d apple of my eye

and i love u so

n i want u to know

that ill always be rite ere

and i luv to sing

this song to u

becos U ARE SO DEAR!!!

love u babyyy.mwahhh!

:one of ma very special friends sent me this.its kinda funny buh i really like it....i have ma version of this song though.21mmi5.

Elergy to ATL Kunbi

shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........a moment of silence.I wander in search of him in my dreams.My heart was troubled and wondering if this is true.I thought it was a joke until i tried calling you some weeks after and i remembered you were gone,i laughed then i felt terribly sad.Then it hit me that i lost a friend...one dats so friendly.I hold my tears and my body feels unsafe in fears.The scenes from when you were buried reminded me of your brothers bravery and the tears of ur sister.Her words said it all and mourns from everywhere made me cold.Deaths so cruel,just after your eighteenth birthday.I dont think i can ever get over this.......anybody could die.As we walk into the cemetry,i stare at the plaques and they were mostly aged.I just feel you were too young to go...its so heartbreaking.You had your goals and death cut it short.I hope and pray God puts you in a better place.....i know God has reasons for everything.REST IN PEACE ATL Kunbi.

the GERIAN mind

we gotta go mehn....quit sleeping.another typical morning.i hate that our paths are similar and we have to ride together but anyways you doing more good than harm.am just an ungrateful lazy school boy.

i wonder through its every route turning my neck side to side.i hear laughter roar and tears flowing and hidden signs that i decode.i see signs of failure and woe.poor me....this is just the begginin of the long journey and am already moody and feeling sorry.

in every smile of every man and female's noble call....every view of every clan,the passion they show says it all.much awaited style of life is captured and invokes fear.Everyone's just roaming about with much regret...seriously if they could weep,their eyes will get wet.a Nigerian mind...peace out

Outta tune?

I really want everything to go my way......like am tired of this all.My adventures of yesterday and the natures i nurtured for years......they all lasted until today.

all the bulls..t chase of chick and praise showering shadowed by lust........all this are just phases of my phoney past.

am not outta tune nor was i grounded to a halt.i would rather be me on a level legline than the paris of troy that seeked the rage of archilles.Its bin good and whole lot of fun but then i think am tired.empty collage describes my frame of mind.peace out......little means more(dunno if dats true)