Tuesday, August 29, 2006

MLS - My Life's Slept

The light shines and bounces off
The voice drones on
Increasing gibberish
Cradling the listening people

History is a mystery, an enigma
That cannot be deciphered
A cynical old fool
Beaten by the realities of life
Faces the harsh ravages
Of a gladiatorial contest

A suitcase full of
‘The West is the best’
We need to reinvent the wheel
So that we can use it

Anger is rising inside me
Like a swollen tide
Wishing to engulf and obliterate
The bourgeois proletariat

Friday, August 25, 2006

Go Red

The dirt and grime streaks my face
The hot wind ruffles my hair
I’m lugging my six-string
I’m living on the fringe

The clink of glasses is a lure
So I push open the door
Silence, suspicious silence
It’s the other side of the fence

My life has been well-fed
But I no longer pay the fare
Let’s all go red
Money is not the only care
Go red
Learn to share
Go red
How and where
Can I go red?

I swagger to the bar-stool
Ask for a shot in a dirty glass
Light one, looking cool
My show is just a farce

I lean back on the bar
Nursing my drink
So near, yet so far
These are not my kin

I have been led
Astray Oh
My mama always said
Go home
So I’m going red
Back to the loam
Go red
Let’s not roam
Go red
Justice in a poem
Go red

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Leisure Time

I am a man of leisure. Looking at my lifestyle over the last week or so, somebody commented that I live a semi-retired life, what with my private balcony where I put up my feet while relaxing in an exquisitely cushioned chair with nothing but the best international artistes caressing my ears to the tune of the soft radiant glow emmited by my beautiful floor lamp, and the burden of work doing nothing more than a light wrinkle on the garment covering my shoulder. People who know me however would argue that this is how I've been living for the last couple of months now, so what makes the last week any different. What makes it different, my good man, is that I have just improved on perfection - my last week was even more leisurely than ever, with no commitments even that had to be fulfilled.

Also, my personal computing device, colloquially and possibly globally referred to as a laptop, decided to take a little stroll in the finely manicured lawns of my campus and checked out. Left with nothing to do and with nothingness stretching out infinitely in front of me, I did what any self-effacing man of leisure would have conspired to do, especially so with men of leisure on the sandy beaches of Australia - I bummed around. Simply dashing it was!

My lady love returned from her visit home during these leisurely days of mine, so I managed to get in some quality bumming around time with her.

Well, I'm sure you have some pressing appointment for which you probably need to rush (tch tch), so if you'll allow me, I'll show you to the door, adjust my silk robe specially designed so that men of leisure like myself can bum around in style, and get back to my cushions and fine water.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Forlorn Melancholic Strains

An extra long weekend, almost like a vacation. Most people would salivate at the very thought, but it also has its fallouts, on a more personal level though. My baby left for home today, gone for 4 whole days. I'm already starting to miss her and that probably explains my moodiness and being in the dumps today. I have no place to sleep, nobody to go to and whine, no British accent. The only consolation, the only bright spot is that I get to see her in 2 days because I'm going over to her home city for entirely different reasons. The band needs to buy brand spanking new equipment and what do you know, it's in the same city. Yay!

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Some Sound

Im sitting here with a rhythmic headache, guiltily aware of my negligence with my blog posting frequency. I've been contemplating over the last couple of days about writing another post. I wanted to write one on 'Memories'. I even started it, but discarded it almost immediately. It's just too tough to think when you have a throb in your head. Oh, for a drink!

There's been this weird buzzing noise that's been emanating from somewhere above my head, but I just can't seem to figure out where from. It's starting to drive me crazy.