bohemian n.
A person with artistic or literary interests who disregards conventional standards of behavior.

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Monday, July 25, 2011

Simple Things











When staying up late meant no sleep till half past 8

When pinkie swears were promises no limit could stop

And being COOL meant ice pops and summer flops


A time when Getting KFC meant lunch for the whole block and me

and Calling someone your friend meant having

 the audacity to care 

Secrets left untold, Lo and Behold

No BBM, we felt each others presence. 

Side to side like tiles at CTM


Dusty shoes, missed curfews


genuine Can I play with you's

When "See you later” wasn’t next year, rather right after school

and Boys in the hood protected you from the goons 

from the shadows they so innocently stood

Close my eyes and wake me up to a time

when hanging on trees wasn't a silly crime

when playing monopoly beat watching tv

And Badboys had PuffDaddy and not P.Diddy



A time when I would sit and laugh with my brothers 

about how they'd one day be as fathers

When we'd have 4 o'clock tea with bread and polony

and Thank the Gods that he made it to that next grade class, 

we'd use his books so homework we'd bypass


Mindless Ambition, Pride and Greed grow from that selfish plant seed

Swag is a DuRag like a BAG over your eyes 

making you redundant to the pungent smoke from your lifestyle-fag 

choking me as though i posses the lungs of an Old Hag

cant see through your aura, you've killed all the fauna


I don't want to deal with the petty shit

living facades of our lives, that aint it

those lies we web will like bees echo loud and someday sting




Take me to a time when simple things were fun things

I wanna go back to the time when Simple things were fun things...


Monday, July 18, 2011

Why dream of things that do not exist?



The Only Way to Live LIfe is With H.O.P.E.::...




Thought I’d share the Original Works of Ms Marylyn Mrosso.. Who needs rebellion when you’ve got Talent?? 

Its pretty late yet i sit here and contemplate the thngs i can and cannot have
I've had it good, cant complain,got a bed to sleep on at night
got lots of friends to console me when filled with fright.
Why dream of things that do not exist,
why dream of a world filled with people willing to assist,
filled with people who take risks,
why dream of a world without war,
why dream of a world without someone as thick as a door,
why dream of things tht do not exist?

Why dream of a love that doesnt exist?
if it did wouldnt we be able to js co-exist...?
with people of different ethnic backgrounds
different colours,different cultures,religions and wht have u
Why dream of a world without genocide
a world where people dont committ suicide
again i ask Why dream of a love that doesnt exist?
A love so deep,so strong so interminably intense and passionate
tht nothing cud break it..
if it did why would men rape their kids
why wud women go to bed with bruised lips

I am not happy, i am content
I am at peace with myself and the world
Im at peace with the various religions
that lay like a gurdle furled.
This is the time for me to shine
no boys and all that jazz..
I dream because i want to change all these things,
i dont want to live in a world conqured by genocide,suicide and homocide
I dont want to live in a world without love..I dont wna live in a world thats black and white
I want to make a difference n in order to do tht i have to dream.
I have to believe!!

They say dreamers are extremists,I say dreamers are realistic idealists
Are you a dreamer?

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Hahaha.. TlameLo Done Made My Day!

                                                

Monday, July 4, 2011

Letters Undelivered. (Marvin’s Room...)



A grain in your bag of rice
A black spot on your Sack of dice
A star amongst millions
A tear in the rain’s trillions

I’m that hair strand you let SPLIt
I’m that split end you let rip.

That unnecessary headache when you wake
That egg you throw away when you bake

I’m that chapter you didn’t read
I’m THAT college class you didn’t think you’d need

I’m not a bad seed, but You tossed me like a dead weed

I’m that Sunset you didn’t call Beautiful
That cloud in the sky, but then again you were high

Self Pity chokes Integrity
To see behind your own face requires ingenuity   

I’m that Flat Surface on a Blind Man’s Brail Sheet

Call when you get a chance
But blink Too Long and you might miss Your ONE chance