She weighs upon my chest words that make no sense, Much nonsense put on paper with the many blip-blips to censor dark expression flowing from a broken center
My muse damns me to this inspiration, Choke-filled with life’s putrid manifestation Vexed from the stings of bites not felt yet heard and seen…
I am ANGRY! because its Death for breakfast, War and Anarchy! My pain is palpable- come- cut, taste with me- This muse is ours, Awakenings to life’s woes she showers us constantly
Even in the comfort of home, exposed by the media drawing my attention to the next bomb that explodes, Reports of wars-disasters and poverty “Oops! This just in, more fatalities…” Fake- ass governments and their bullshit policies, Resolute terrorists making God seem the enemy…
Her essence causing these scales fall- BUT resiliently, For lies will always be sweeter than honesty, now lying naked to the truth and left questioning, Existence!… is it Hell or is it Purgatory?
A lot of us hear the word “Genius” and the first thought that comes to mind is “a person with an abnormally high IQ”- True, …but how many of us know the original meaning of the word?
According to ancient Roman mythology the Genius (plural in Latin genii) was said to have been the guiding spirit or Tutelary(a deity or spirit who is a guardian, patron or protector) of a person, family, nation, culture or occupation… Well it can be said that in today’s world blogging has become a sort of culture and to some extent an occupation for most. Sadly a lot of bloggers (such as yours truly) tend to battle a lot with “Writer’s block”.
I was introduced to the video below about a month and a half ago but never really paid attention to the power of the message until today- In it Elizabeth Gilbert, Author of the Book “Eat, Pray, Love” gives a TedTalk titled “Your elusive creative Genius“, educating people on the power of the Artistic Genius.
It spoke to me as a writer and poet …well not the aspiring professional writer/poet type, just the type who posts what she can, when she can 🙂
I hope Gilbert’s presentation speaks to you too….
ENJOY! 🙂
Now did you REALLY watch it? 😉
Perhaps I should throw in a pop quiz just to be sure! 😛
Anyway, after listening to Elizabeth Gilbert’s message I basically developed a whole new perspective of the term “Writer’s Block”, and a less defeatist attitude towards it.
… Be it Muse, Genius or Tetulary, I prefer the idea that we writers of any kind aren’t the ones carrying the burden of creativity, we just need to be open to the spirit(s) that guides us towards the path and when they don’t show up to inspire us when expected, we ought not despair! It only means they’ve got something super HOT steering, thus patience is required.
However, this form of logic also makes me wonder… “What spirit guides me when I write my pieces?” … Do you know what spirits guide you?… 😐
Thanks for stopping by! And thanks “Genius” for such a wonderful contribution …hehe!
Forgive the silence 😦 – I’ve been busy selling off all my worldly goods and getting ready for the 2o12 Apocalypse … NOT! Just a slight, OK… MAJOR case of writer’s block 😛
I just saw this picture online and thought I’d share it with y’all…
A little comedy relief to suit the festive and yet apocalyptic season 😉
Step aside New year’s day!
We’re counting down to the 21.12.2012… And if all goes according to the Mayan’s supposed prediction then this is me signing off finally 😉
Worlds Toilet Day making known my country’s shame… The tally, 34 million taking a dump on the streets! Where then do we put our feet?! … In fear of stepping on shit
How can the leaders deny development? Still a far cry… Citizens watch with eyes blood shot as state wealth streams amongst lesser gods
These lesser dogs, Tearing away at the meat Won’t even invite us beggars to the feast So we lay out on the streets Watching for scarps from their tables to eat I even hear a spiritual leader’s got a gold toilet seat! Probably passes out holy shit
O well, The whole world’s gone to hell so why am I bemused? …Totally confused!
Country surrounded by water, A hydroelectric dam, yet my people defaecate in gutters hardly any power in town
I swear, I can’t stop babbling
The whole thing makes me pissed
I can feel them defecating on me, these
thieves for Politicians filling their
already full pot-bellies, no plans of recompense…
A shout out to the lesser gods dogs “HAVE SOME F*@!ING COMMON SENSE!!!!“
As Nigeria joined the rest of the world to mark this year’s World Toilet Day, a joint UNICEF and World Health Organisation 2012 report has revealed that estimated 34 million Nigerians practice open defecation.
Colored by Strangers I am Jaded perception False conclusions All illusion All seeming Zero understanding Fools rush in... Creating abstracts Their interpretation of me.
They draw straws The shortest stick- black I get the shortest stick Yet proud Being misunderstood Damn their judgment!
I stand unique My true colors ethereal ...Here stands the TRUE Stranger
The rain doesn’t feel like rain anymore. It feels like…
Hold my hand.
When I moved, it moved; it swayed this way and that just like the car in that crash. Remember the car crash? The rain poured, and we watched, and the car came, and we watched, and the car swayed this way and that, and we watched. Remember the car crash?
Hold my..
I really want to, but what if it sees us. It thinks its had us, finished us for good. When I moved, it moved; it shifted this way and that. Why don’t we remain like this, shut our eyes and think thoughts? Don’t think about the car crash, think other thoughts. Close your eyes. Remember last spring when you..
Hold..
You were exceptionally pretty that spring, Anastasia. And we went to the lake. Remember? We sat on that large rock. You named the rock Sir Wobbles because you believed it wobbled whenever you weren’t paying attention. I kept telling you I couldn’t feel it wobble. We had to agree you were imagining things. Just like you to think your imagination could move a rock. I never told you this: Sir Wobbles actually shook. I planned on telling you but I must have forgotten. Remember when the rain came and we rushed into the tiny shed and lit the stove? You looked beautiful in that light, Anastasia. Remember? Remember, Anastasia?
Anastasia?
Anastasia?
Ana..
Meet Dan Robert,
Apparently a pseudonym but none the less the character in question, real. 🙂 The piece you just read is an abstract from a writing project of his. Get to know more about Dan Robert at www.wattpad.com by clicking on his photograph, and for more from his book “BOX”, kindly click on the picture above. Comments, Suggestions, Critique will ALL be appreciated… but lets keep it healthy shall we people ;)… and for updates on how the story progresses you can like his Facebook Page (link: Dan Robert) I can’t wait for the book to be finished!… I get the first, OK the 2nd published copy and an autograph… Right Dan?! 😐Well until next time folks 🙂 … Cheers! 😉
I thought the human race being the intelligent creatures we are, usually invent and come up with the easiest and shortest ways around situations!? We got tired of candles, someone invented the light bulb; We got tired of walking, people started coming up with all modes of transportation. In the new age of texting we’ve come up with slangs such as “brb” , “ttyl” and “lol” just so we don’t have to go through the rigors of bogus words and sentences (yawning lazily); Microchips have shrunken to the Nano and so on…. So how is it that a simple 3 word sentence like “I love you” gets to be stretched out to one of 5 or 6 words instead? Well I have a theory…
The Player of the Middle Ages
It turns out that the phrase “fall in love” is connected to the idea of “falling head over heels,” which was used in the 1300s, and is another term for being struck suddenly by great romantic attraction to someone else.(Excerpt from wisegeek.com)
The key phrase here is “Romantic attraction” people. What is that?! You either love the person or you don’t! Or why not just say “I’m romantically attracted to you”, and quit confusing people? Its all based on chemicals I tell you!
Okay back to the subject matter… my theory of the origin of this appalling modification.
Well there is no easy way for me to say this but if this sentence can actually be linked back to the 1300s then I believe it was coined up by some womanizing Knight, for some unfortunate fair maiden. No, scratch that! More a Troubadour than a Knight…. or maybe he was both.
In his bid to woo this fair lady he will do all he can to win her affection but his honor will not allow him speak those 3 sacred words in deceit. It would be sacrilege! (…maybe he’s a Knight after all)
There’s the option of him saying “I lust you”, but then in an era of chivalry such as his, he has no intention of devaluing the virtue of his one night stand, not verbally anyway. He writes her shams of love letters and poetry telling her how beautiful she is; How the shape of her eyes reminds him of stars and all that jazz, but the player still doesn’t score. This maiden is a hard nut to crack, a challenge, but he will not back down! (…definitely a Knight!)
The situation calls for drastic measures. He now realises how desperately he has to incorporate the sacred words into his libretto or else risk losing out on this conquest. A bulb lights up in his head. Eureka!
(The Victorian Player)
Down on one knee; her hand in his, he speaks the words ….”I am in Love with You”.
SCORE!!!!!!!!!
The maiden is flustered. She takes the bate all because somewhere in that sentence she hears I, Love and You. Its a happy day for both parties. She goes away feeling that she has the heart of a man now and he goes away with the experience of them doing the nasty somewhere in the woods or perhaps even in a barn.
They probably meet the next day and he pretends like nothing has transpired between them, and when she asks about his words of love he then repeats his statement s-l-o-w-l-y, adding that it was actually a declaration of his “Burning desire”. She really can’t argue with his defense so I’m guessing she ends up throwing herself off a bridge or something… And so birthed the era of damage and heartbreak all because of 5, no, 6 little words. The invention of this lengthier statement has however aided a cult of people since then. Till this very day, in the wrong hands it is one of the most valued weapons used in hurting the vulnerable heart.
Casanova may have got all the credit for being the god father of womanizers but trust me, the faceless individual with the gumption to come up with a sentence so strong, so passionate, so intense would definitely have bagged a whole lot more chicks than dear Giacomo.
But I think I would have done it even better… Why waste time thinking up new sentences when all you need do is say “I LOVE YOU”, fingers crossed?
…JUST MESSING WITH YAL!!!! 😉
“Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your heart, or burn down your house, you can never tell.”
She’s crying again, her vibrating sobs seem to echo through. There’s talk about doctors and pills and how time seems to be running out. I can feel the build up of tension as it invades my space, voices raise as the conversation reaches its climax and then something slams shut. We are alone again, she, drowning in her tears and I, left to feeling every bit of her pain.
Its quiet, there’s little movement and shes breathing calmly now… She’s asleep I believe. This is the only time I get to exist without her negative air trying to choke the peace out of me… Its been like this for a few days now, up until then she had been a much jollier person. I have experienced her many emotions during the course of my existence but this feeling of hurt had never been so intense till she found out about me. Often times I wonder if I am the reason for her tears, shouldn’t I be here? ….Maybe if I keep still long enough she will forget that I’m here and things will return to normal, but I doubt that will work, it would only make me even more uncomfortable.
She wakes and I don’t feel that intense sadness anymore, it seems to have been replaced by this unexplainable calm while she slept. I’m not sure I like this sensation… there’s this feeling of disconnect, almost as though she’s keeping her true feelings from me and I’m left all alone in this weightless wonderland. I hear her voice as she speaks to an unheard other, the word “doctor” comes up again and an appointment has just been set for tomorrow… If only I could go back to the first 3 moons of my existence when it was all about food and swimming, she felt happier and so did I… Now all I may ever know is her feeling of regret and my feeling of rejection…
“There is nothing in the whole world so painful as feeling that one is not liked. It always seems to me that people who hate me must be suffering from some kind of lunacy.” – Sei Shonagon
Hold my hand please.
O what dark reflections love dost bring…
(The Victorian Player)
Festival King 