@29 Would I stay this way, Pain in my heart, Slouch in my sway, Praying for yet another dame? @29 My being longβs for another; Completion its goal, A partner to bother, Yet put smiles into her soul. @29 I run the world In search of my rib someone to call my love, For her I make this trip. @29 Single I still amYet another talented friend, people! Say hello to Seun Aduwo who unlike my previous Guest Damian Sinton, is not afraid to give his true identity πFickle in my choice Her dimples a plus Humming to be or not to be... by: Seun Aduwo
I’m sure some of you are wondering “where on earth is all the female talent?!” but not to worry, I’ll have girl power in the house PRETTY soon! π (lol!)
Till next time…Β π Cheers! π
Meet Scott!
Its time once again to introduce another fabulous Blogger on wordpress.com π 
Meet Scott Michell and with him the love of his life, WΓ©ndollyn. Β ===========>Β
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Reading his Poetry blog “Evoking the Deep“, you are pulled into the world of an otter romantic, but then if you are fortunate enough to chats with this amazing character you find that you were right! This very interesting North American OOoozes romance! π π To me he is also very comical, a free thinker and pretty much a spiritual kind of guy, however I think this time I will leave it to my featured guest to tell us a little about himself π
I canβt think of a lot to say about me except that I grew up in a small town and lived there all my life. Childhood was filled with daily adventure seeking with friends. I had a few moments when I felt my romantic and writing side come out, but I bottled it back up shortly after each time. Until 4 years ago, that is and I began spilling out every thought and feeling into poetry. Then, I was fortunate to become friends with WΓ©ndollyn and I made the plan for my first visit to her country with the one goal of meeting her. The visit went very well and we quickly became more than friends (for more about this romantic tale just click! π “Unfamiliar Passage: Back to the Start“). She has filled my life with inspiration and love ever since. Sheβs supportive of my passions such as writing and photography and we are compatible in every way I can think of. Weβre both very serious people, but have our immature moments together as well. One time in Cartagena we had fun on a sidewalk near the beach. Whenever someone was approaching she would keep her back to them and start shouting at me. Then she would swing her hand at my face and I clapped my hands and jerked my face to the side to give the appearance of her slapping my face. Then, we would grab each other and passionately start kissing as the pedestrians looked at us in amazement and confusion. Thatβs one example of our shared craziness. We also both consider ourselves very serious Christian and our daily conversations almost always include topics of our faith. We talk on the phone or with webcams as much as 3 hours every day and continue surviving the LDR, but we really want to end this distance soon.
Β My next visit is in July and there could be some surprises that Iβll publish on βUnfamiliar Passage.β
I work in IT for an automotive manufacturer and I support CAD (computer aided design) systems for all of our North and South American locations as well as Japan.
I can’t tell you I have a favorite piece Scott’s poetry (“Evoking the Deep“) because all his poems are “ON POINT!“, but I will say that the following was the very first piece that got me to click the “follow” button on his blog and I have never looked back since then! π
Scottula
Grinning as you sip your tea
near an ocean of blue
Anticipating dusk with me
knowing all I crave is youThe music is starting
like a warriors drum
My heart is thrashing
my reservations numbYour lips of an angel
eyes beaming fire
Feel me approach
my muse, my desireAn anticipated predator
Iβll drink every ounce
No resistance given
yet a scream when I pounceIβll give you my all
nothing to fear
With each withdrawal
as you pull me nearIβll eat your heart
and remove your pains
Now Iβll always be part
like blood in your veinsYou can still feel my bite
in the peaceful morning sun
We cut an oath in the night
youβre my goddess of love– Scottula
WAY TO GO SCOTT!!!!… Not only are you a Wonderful blogger and individual, you are also a FRIEND π
Cheers! π
My Resolutions
Its the month of the crab people! π (OK, the other month of the crab) and JUST A FEW WEEKS TO MY BIRTHDAY!!! No, this post does not contain my wish list ….that will come later π (lol!)
This may sound funny, but I have always seen my birthday as the real moment for ushering in the new year. I take my time to make new resolutions weeks before “D-day” and spend the next year working on my new cause. I turned the big “THREE- O” last year 
and weeks before my birthday, no, this time it was months before my birthday! I began panicking about entering the 3rd decade of my life without the “would be” fulfillment of most women my age (you know- A home, marriage, kids and perhaps a dog or maybe even a cat). I was fortunate enough to have the encouragement of friends older than myself, either of a similar circumstance or lucky enough to be living the fairytale life.
I specifically remember the advice of a girlfriend of mine. Chidinma, then in the 2nd year of her 30’s, 4 years married and a mom of 2, told told me with eyes rolling
“marriage and all that comes with it is …yes, wonderful! But if you don’t have it at this time, don’t sweat it, it will come at the right moment and hopefully you will have what it takes (i.e. the maturity and patience)to seeΒ yours through. No panic, go throw yourself for the wrong man hand o! This is the time to love yourself and love life, and instead of becoming desperate for what you don’t have, look to what you do have and appreciate it ALL.”
I took that piece of advice and have held on to it till this very day! 30 has finally come and as its about flying out the window, I can proudly say that I have spent this year being more appreciative of my every breathΒ of life and the people I share it with. So on to the next one! π
This coming year its all about:
- Eating Healthy –Β
I seem to have over indulged myself for most of last year ( must’veΒ gone a bit over board with the whole love myself move :D). I believe I gained about 10 pounds ’cause I’m almost a dress size bigger now π . So no more sweet stuff for me! 
No more junk! no more cakes! …Getting very sad as I write all this :(, but its called sacrifice π and luckily for me not only is Chidinma a wonderful counselor, she’s also coaching me through this new life style of mine … GO CHIDINMA!!!! π - Joining a Cause – I believe that is very necessary for everyone to join a selfless cause at some point in their life and for me its going down in mid- 2012! Well I’m still looking for one though, so if you have any ideas or links please hook me up pronto!!!Β THANKS! π
Rekindle my passion for Pets (Dogs to be more exact) -There was a time I could tell youΒ a lot about dog breeding and care; I could walk into most houses where there were dogs unafraid, and when all my passwords had something to do with canines or bore the name of my pets. I still love dogs and have 2 beautiful Alsatians back in my home town, but its time to step it up a bit. I intent becoming more informed about these wonderful creatures (the different breed, their temperaments, and how best to care for them). No, I’m not looking at becoming another “Dog Whisperer“, but I do plan on taking care of a number of them like I did as a kid someday.- Keep Loving ME and Stay Positive about the Future – I believe that sums it up. Still single, no kids and yet to land
my dream job but hey, THIS IS LIFE and I am and will continue living it for all its worth :). Sure, sometimes I ache for the next chapter whatever it maybe, but I will be sure to keep reminding myself that it is best to be thankful for “the here and now” and be hopeful for the future.
I know there is so much more I intend doing this new year but I can’t think of them all right now, so I’ll be sure to fill you in on my progress come next year God willing.Β π
Cheers! π
P.S- Wish list coming soon π
π HEHEHE!!!!
Her Real Awakening
6:20A.M:
The sky slowly lights up and rays from the still hidden sun softly filter into a dimly lit bedroom, to reveal a dark, feminine figure tossing uncomfortably on her bed. Her body, unwilling to wake continues to fight the break of day , yet in her subconscious she begins to narrate her daily anthem :
“Sometimes I wake in the night. Alone. Thoughts of decisions made. Thoughts of opportunities. Gone. I toss, I turn, and eventually sleep again. I wake to a new dawn, wiser. I awake to the first day….. of the rest of my life”
Β Approaching the end of her mental monologue, she lay still on her back. Eyes shut, she inhales deeply,Β and as air is released from her chestΒ her eyes pop wide open. This is her daily ritual for embracing the dawn after which she usually springs up to begin a new day. Today however things have taken on a different shape. Her ritual lacks its edge. On a normal morning everything she did was marked from the moment the sun began to peep through the horizon to her recital and everything else that followed, but presently she seemed stuckΒ in the moment “embracing the dawn” for much longer that usual. She lay almost lifeless in bed as though desiring for time to stand still. She found herself going over the anthem again and again, and the more she did the more paralyzed she felt. The words seem to take on new meaning today. An expected reaction of course for a woman only hours away from her 3oth birthday. In retrospect surely she had taken a lot for granted in her life time leading her to miss out on A LOT of opportunities, which included a few marriage proposals here and there. Regret was normal for a woman her age, but sadly she doubted that she had learned much from her mistake or that she was any wiser today. Her babyish looks and her overly free spirited way of life seemed to have been her curse.
Summoning up nerve she finally manages to drag herself out of bed to commence her last experience as a woman of the 20’s club. Slowly making her way towards the bathroom she heads straight for the sink. A splash of ice cold water on the face seems to do her some good when she pauses again at the sight of her own reflection in the mirror, and once again she is thrown into a state of panic. Maybe its her imagination but she suddenly notices stress lines and wrinkles across her face that may or may not have been there the night before. A some-what thorough inspection of her facial features is carried out. She pokes and pulls at the skin and at the same time makes funny faces to ease the tension welling up inside her.”You done dey old o babe” she says under her breath while looking back at her untidy frame and playfully pulling at her kinky locks of hair. Standing erect and very still she stares seriously at the mid-aged reflection of herself and suddenly realizes howΒ ironic the phrase”I awake to the first day….. of the rest of my life”Β seems for that very moment in time. Yes, it is her first day…and yet her last as she dies to one decade to be born into the next. She smiles….
I’m glad Nigerian’s are looking to be their brother’s keeper considering all that has happened this past week…. π
The Artist called “War”
The ageless artist.
Vicious portrayals he reveals,
made with constantly evolving brushes
from stone, to steel, then fire;
Novel models now made nuclear.
Strokes of the brush hints the gush of red,
While the steadfast patron, his ecstasy’s fed,
A hate inspired vision created,
The canvas drenched in gory shade.
Mangled figures, a lifeless display
Unseen souls violently snatched away,
The Benefactor,
His fill he takes with each image portrayed.
In time we see the board wiped clean,
yet moved by hatred the artist births new scene
A mural of blood, flesh, sweat and tears
a horrid vision, the gods to bare.
The artist, unwavering and dissatisfied
Conjured by the darkness of human pride
Peace and love, his art deprive.
While hatred, in each heart reside.
His Masterpiece, yet unborn!
A display to end all earth spawn,
Thus these words I write to warn
“Keep far the novel brush
lest he paint the mushroom cloud across our horizon”
Β©2012 Festivalking
The heart is a receptacle on earth of the divine Spirit. When it holds the divine spirit it soars heavenward. The divine spark which is reflected in the human heart is love.
We need to seek God in the heart of mankind. When we recognize the divine in everyone, we have taken the first step. We also need to be considerate to everyone with our thoughts, actions, and speech.
As you meditate, and visit the inner landscapes, recognize in your own feeling the feeling of God. Know that every impulse of love that rises in your heart is a divine direction from God. This love is the divine spark in your heart which will ignite a flame to rise to illuminate your lifeβs path.
The living thing in the heart is love. It may show itself as kindness, friendship, sympathy, tolerance or forgiveness.
True spirituality lies in opening the heartβ¦
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I miss you
I miss the emotion I carried while you were here
I miss the laughter and I miss the tears,
I miss the worry and the fear
I miss the love that we both shared.
I miss our brawls and reconciliations
I miss how loving you took patience
I remember how annoying you could be!
I would give anything to have you now unnerving me
I miss every mood that tied me to you
I miss the bad ones, but more the good
Your absence leaves me feeling like I have been run through
And how deep the gash you made, you will never have a clue
….I miss you, I miss you, I miss you
Β©2012 Festivalking
- from the World Wide Web
Heart Broken by Damian Sinton
Tread softly I am weak,
heartbroken, won’t even speak.
the feeling’s gone, nothing left to lift
shattered pieces, within I sift.
This ache is real, the wound will heal
but it seems stupid, this audacity to feel;
lessons learnt from time and in this race,
powerless though, nature wills at its pace.
totally damned, children of her will
it’s a marvel the grip of our skill.
Tread softly I am weak
….Tell my heart never to speak
By: Damian Sinton
Meet “Damian Sinton”, an alias of course! π He’s a friend andΒ a pretty shy one, so I have edited the lovely picture you see of himself and his little angel π … Just another reminder that I’ve got talented friends π π
Supplication
Her heart is poured out like streaming water,
all care is cast at the Immortal Feet
Eyes shut, hands clasped together,
Β Her African figure approaches the Mercy Seat
Β©2012 Festivalking
Festival King 