DA here we come

It's about that time of year again - round up the crew hope on a boat and head to the nature isle. Yes, Creole festival, while the festival is great, we go for the lime - this year I'm staying over for a week. One week of liming, feteing, drinking and little to no sleep (that and carnival is the only time I have no problem with my insomnia). So let's see, crew, check, ticket, check, apartment, check, ride check, money, check, alcohol check - what else you want to have a great time in a foreign isle.

DA we coming.

Women lie Men lie

I heard this track sometime ago, but never really listened - the only words which stuck out at me was the chorus; women lie, men lie (yes, that was the extent of the chorus - those for words). I suppose it stuck out at the time because of the constant discussion about who lies more, why etc, etc, etc.

Suffice to say, I downloaded the song to get a good listen; still didn't really listen beyond women lie men lie - you hear what you want to hear, number one barrier to communication. So I decided to google the song to get the lyrics, I figured the chorus, rather title had potential for an interesting song.

OMFG!!!! The song is one piece of fucking shit, zero lyrical content, at least there were two lines where they mentioned lying. WTF!!! If I had bought an album with that fucking shit on it I would pelt it in the trash; WTF - but I like the chorus though. Women lie, men lie, women lie, men lie....

I should take a try at rapping.

Waiting in vain

One and a half hours and nothing. I have been trying to sleep - I want sleep, but sleep eh want me. What the fuck! I've been slipping in and out for the last hour and a half, the slightest sound disturbs me - my thoughts too fluid to allow me to slip away into the land of sleep. One thought was to make a doctor's appointment, but guess what, this would not me the first time I would have gone to a doctor because I'm not sleeping, I could hear the doc now - what's bothering you, what do you have on you mind. Oh fuck it, no need to spend anywhere from $60 - $150 to hear that shit - I'm just going to find some fucking pills to pop and call it judge. I'm out.

Video phone :-)

Sweet...

Kiss me and whisper sweet words
I want to hear them slither past your lips
You want me in your life, you need me here...
I like the way the words dance pass your tongue
They make sweet music in my ear
Reverberate to my core
Tell me what I want to hear, to give you want you want to feel
The quiver of my lips, the hush of my breath, moistness of my skin
Pulse of my desire
Say it, you know I want to believe all that you say
You know I want to cede to your deceit
It's all I can do to hold on to the dream of what was, what could be, what might be
Kiss me, softly, deeply, tell me you love me
Whisper those empty words full of meaning
Sweet nothings.

Yawn

I was sitting at a meeting listening to the most protracted introduction by an "esteemed" colleague and could not help but find myself distracted, so I scribbled this:

WHAT THE FUCK! Shhhhhh!
Quiet the voice outside my head
God damn it, Why
So unnecessary and irrelevant at this time
What is the purpose of this diatribe
Perhaps diatribe is too strong
But this dude seems to be speaking in rounds
Oh my god, I want to sleep
You can see the looks of what the fuck on peoples face
You can almost read their minds
Saying in unison, dude please shut up


This is another thing that happens when I'm bored, I write shit.

See me

Peel away the bravado, what do you see
A man, a human, simply me
No ole talk, no stories of notches on belt
No ego, no pump, no fluff
Look carefully, you'll see me, really
A man who wants love, attention, care
I'm not that different from you my dear
Show me you want me, you need me right here
Whisper sweet nothings, allay my fear
Peel back the layers and uncover what's there
Not just a name that goes with this face
But the human, the man occupying this space