It is these times

it is times like these i like to play

play with my heart and toss the hay

it is times like these where i think of you

you, the only one i have held true

It is times like these i want to hold your hand

Hand you everything, everything in the land

It is times like these i look into your heart

Heart of stone made me go off the charts

It is times like these when i see your eyes

eyes so bright they strew over the skies

It is times like these my heart jumps up

Up into the sky, and the world says goodbye

It is times like these i want to cry

cry when all i see is when u lie

It is the times when u feel like you're not good enough

enough for me and i tell u , u are as i make u laugh

It is times like these i pray

pray that u love me every single day

It is times like these i want to say i do

I do, i do, i do. I do want to love you

Sometimes, i feel i already do

already do love you.

Butterfly

The 5 senses

i made a question up yesterday and asked it to my student. Was with the fling yesterday (Kylie). Taught her some English Lit... thought her how to think. Free your mind. So now i\m going to free my own for 1 post on the same question.


Every human beings has 5 senses, some have 6. This essay will include how you feel everyday using your 5 senses and how feel while using these senses. This essay should include how you feel and how does this influence you personally. The senses would be sight, sound, smell, taste and touch. 450 words 5% over under.

The world is great, the world is fair. No i would disagree but when man was at its early stages, when languages were born and when we as human beings could think and learn by seeing, hearing, feeling, tasting or smelling, this is when we know that we are gifted as human beings we are able to choose between right and wrong. When we were children, the sight of things were important and the tastes were important. This is because we didnt know how anything else felt, we only knew the existence of these said tastes and sights and we harbored on them. As we grew older, we learnt that not everything that appears visually beautiful is beautiful. This is because the beauty is in the insides and if inside is not beautiful, then the outside no longer matters. Today i'm going to go on about how i feel when i use my senses and how they bring me joy without even having to do anything but their basic operations. They just have to work and i guess my mind does everything else.

I structured my essay in this way so it is easier for you to read it. Firstly, comes sight. The sight of things when they catch my eye, everyday life just passing by. Everything that i see is beautiful, and this is because i make it beautiful. I am short sighted and i cant see things from afar but that in its own context is already beautiful. The blurred lines as i try to see a signboard from afar, or looking at a girl that i think is pretty but can't really tell. The blur from my visual impairment is actually quite fascinating as bright lights are brighter and evil is blurred. I see with my mind, i paint pictures, i follow my mind in the places i have imagined and the colors of my mind is the fundamental element to the inspiration of my art.

TBC   

The lord took her away from me

she's gone to heaven so i gotta be good, so i can see my baby when i leave this world.

Little lines of sand on the month where the sun goes down.

The sun comes down today, and everyday after i will take
Take the days like there was sun, and how bright the sun will make
Make all the days so bright as though there was sun light
Never believing that here every day is a night.

Every day is dark inside this head of mine
Yet everyday i tell her i'm fine
She makes me smile and i do
but the lack of light makes my mind so blue

 I'm running out of time, my days are short
And i will miss everyone, miss every one alot
he beckons, he beckons me
he beckons my mind, oh when? when will i be free

Too many times my body lies awake
Too many times these pills i take
I must hold on, for me and for you
I must hold on, to tell u i love you

And i wake up and feel like i'm in a dream
realizing that there is no more time, no life to deem
and realizing that i've never told u before i went
i regret that all those times with u i spent

why did i have to meet u
meet u when i had to face problems so true
I wake up realizing that i love everything, everything thats true
I died the very next day knowing that i never told u.

Boss della mafia, assassini strega e 19 ° secolo, assassini di massa.

walk me through the night oh you cute little boy
walk me through and through and i'll give u a toy.
you see that car little boy? That car far away
Thats where we'll go and thats where you'll stay.

Look my queen that there! that Lady!
she is alive but yet a little shady
She is a witch of yes she is!
Do not let her disappear into the mist!

Could i go now sir my beloved boss?
Or do u want me to stay and clean the lost?
Ray J boy dont be foolish u can go and take this body with you
Love to chat boys but ya'll gotta go clean all this mess up take that body too
Everybody is my famillia. no one is left behind
Once bitten twice shy thrice the answer u wouldnt want to find
Never have i left this chair, i like its strength i like the way it feels
Every people oh, they think i'm real!

Hear no pain,See no pain

the barren fields of my mind have been messed with these days, the perplexed foundation of my intuition has been tested. Do i live my life all over again, going through the things i have been through all over again. I dont want to but and then again someone makes me want to. It has been wonderland all over again for me in a limbo of repetition and adrenaline. Hope? no not much because too many secrets have been revealed too much tactics have been predicted. It all actually comes down to the time I want to spend with you, the time that i dont wanna hear the things u and him do or the times i dont wanna know how good he is. i wanna see u smile, i wanna see u laugh and i wanna see u look at me the way u look at me when u think i'm not looking. The constructions of a relationship comes from the comfort and stability of emotions. When the person with less baggage is to accept a person with more then it makes it unfair, even though the person is willing to accept it. I miss the life where i didnt need to care about how long i had left that everyday is waning down to the last. So i dont care whether u have him or not i dont care whether he knows or doesnt i only care about the light i see when u're around about the life i dream about with someone like u. Sometimes i doubt it sometimes i think u're right. The up's i can imagine would be very up but the downs the downs are the things i worry, that i'd break u because i'd break myself. To tell u how beautiful u are to me is impossible because i cant describe the beauty of ure eyes ur mouth ur skin and ur ears i cant see much cause well there are always these big things on the loool. I cant describe them because they're all beautiful in their different ways, their different lights. But u know whats best about the beauty of u? its the smile where u close your eyes and the smile when i make u laugh. These are your lights, the lights that make me hope that u'd think different of yourself. Even when i saw things earlier than u, doesnt mean i'm smarter doesnt mean i'm bigger, it only means that i have hurt more that i've seen more. Doesnt mean that you cant see things with me doesnt mean we cant share visions of beauty and times of hate but hey what am i dreamin on about its just that dreams give me hope. Then i realize i'm back sitting alone in the room, coming back to the reality of the life i live, or whats left of it.

September 28. Forever and ever

Its the day, 3 years ago when i first asked someone if i could love her. If one day i would grow old and still love her. That day was the day i felt i could live again, that rainbows were real and sunsets were beautiful. I know that making this day a special day is stupid after almost a year but i know also that she was the one, the one that broke me and put me back together. I loved her and love her still. Shes was like the sky to me and when the sky fell, i was crushed by its weight. If wei were still together, it'd make today 3 years and i would be happy. Now i'm not and this post is to celebrate what we had and what i still hold. this post is to tell you that i loved u, and i will love you every time i think of u and i think of you alot. the story begins with a night...

A night filled with stars and adrenaline of a 19 year old boy. As i remember, you were beautiful. I was starstruck. I was amazed that someone so beautiful could want to sleep next to me, talk to me, be my friend. You were funny, cute and the most lovable person that god ever made. You were a genius, u played your cards so well. I fell right into your trap. In the following weeks, i was in a limbo of bliss and fear. Fear that you would never say yes and blissful when in ur presence. I loved u the moment u appeared in any situation. On that night the 28th of September sitting on a bench that i carefully and romantically placed in my garden, i asked you if u could give me a chance to love you and you said " remember that eyes joke u told me, well take the last three letters." I was utterly and in total disbelief that i had courted such a beautiful girl and how i loved her. Everyday from that day i had loved her no less than 200% and i showed it so well. We had names for each other i would call her wifey and she would call me hubby. Kitty kat, bugsy, love, honey sooooo many more. I love her because she gave me life, and she kept me strong, she put up with my shit and she gave me hope, she told i was perfect when i thought that she was. She loved me so much. Today i'm not going to talk about the break up, i'm going to talk about the life and not the death. She was everything to me, and in some ways she still is. It breaks my heart everytime her friends tell me how badly her current beau treats her and i want to teach him how to do it, i want to sweep her off her feet again....but i cant. I dont talk to her now, because i love her and i dont want any miscommunication and politics with her beau so i dont talk to her. I've seen sunsets and sunrises but nothing of the beauty that your face beholds. I miss you like the sun misses the flower, like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter, instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world you absence that u've banished me to. The little broken pieces of  my heart are so small that they could fit into the eye of a needle. To finish this, hope...love should end with hope, hope guides me thru the days and especially the nights that i am without u, the hope that when u are gone from my sight it would not be the last time i shall look upon u.

with all the love that i possess,
   i remain yours.
Ken.