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Wednesday, February 8, 2012
THE MAN I HATE CAN BE REDEEMED
Typical of a Ghost story, we’re caught in an insatiable quest to link the ghostly experience and reality. You believe there must be a thin line, yet all efforts are extremely un-advancing. Meaning your relating the experience of a ghost to reality may just be ambiguous. But you rise each day to an atmosphere which is typical of a December 23rd in northern Ghana. Casting your sight about 200metres ahead, you can see only the harmattan and not the man in Black.
You wish you could see past it, but your genes are that of a nomadic nympho and won’t let you be that man you see on the front page of Time Magazine or that girl who can be seen as a decoration on Ebony rather your genetic composition apparently gives you the attitude you so despise and yet adore. Yes, for the world, it’s a web, but for you it’s a mixture of ghastly but ghostly reality (elusive dreams).
Your wish is to say a word and everything goes away but you also want to maintain a grip on what you call your life. How can you erase the past and still live today and expect tomorrow? Maybe as an individual, your beliefs, faith are not independent but based on fate which means you live by accident.
For you, it’s imperative that the world opens every door for you because you make all the right choices but the man next door sees you and can only keep his descriptions to himself because an attempt to define you will lead to manslaughter.
You stand as the best man ever, but inwardly you don’t believe you have any organs supporting you and that you are on life support which is induced by sight. Yes, your reason for trying to live is because you can see. Yes, you can see the beauty that abound on this earth. You have tried God, but you didn’t absolutely trust in him because you have been told there is something called tangible and something called a concept. Out of self pity and misery you adopted God though you perceive him as a concept.
The world has wronged you and you own a right to kill it. You wish you could sue nature because it has conspired with your employers, lecturers, lovers, family and everyone who could spare a crumb of bread to turn against you.
You have very little knowledge of consequences resulting from your actions. Yes the past has seemingly been allowed to author a future you yearn to embrace but have no idea what it has in store. Each time you make an effort to use the past as a transformational tool, you hear voices that all claim to be the answer. The voices mutter nothing into your head which doesn’t just hear but see. Your vision is blurred by the heavy smoke that rises from your bedroom leaving your mind clouded and about to thunder strike. Everybody is supposed to make you happy except “you”. Self pity has become your favorite expression of “whats up”. Your anger levels just shot up and that one person who used to stick around just bolted to the land of the living.
Yes, you are so dead, no one wants to stay around you for fear of contracting a disease since the stench is so bad. You are a walking carrier of foolishness, Stupidity, evil, self pity, heartbrokenness and worse of all; you have never tried to get a cure. You could make a grand master if your state was a cult.
You doubt God but believe the devil is behind your problems. You work hard enough on the wrong things, you desires are mainly the nothingness of this life, your aspirations are drawn from the world’s famous but devilish people. The words “yes you can” are like “sleep and rise” so you repeatedly scream them daily. Half your life is spent creating an ideal dream whilst you are awake, so how can you get anything done.
Every day is another opportunity to procrastinate and you have become a master of concepts. Your ideas are mind blowing but not implementable. You are the solution to a whole generations problem. Yes the generation that you only come into contact with when you lay your head on a bed and close your eyes.
My advice is, do not be another me, do not hate yourself, do not be the reason why you failed, do not let the ways of this world be the ultimate decider in your endeavors, do not let the philosophies of the “big minds” become more pronounced than the opportunities that lie in FAITH IN GOD.
LET JESUS TAKE THAT WHEEL.
You wish you could see past it, but your genes are that of a nomadic nympho and won’t let you be that man you see on the front page of Time Magazine or that girl who can be seen as a decoration on Ebony rather your genetic composition apparently gives you the attitude you so despise and yet adore. Yes, for the world, it’s a web, but for you it’s a mixture of ghastly but ghostly reality (elusive dreams).
Your wish is to say a word and everything goes away but you also want to maintain a grip on what you call your life. How can you erase the past and still live today and expect tomorrow? Maybe as an individual, your beliefs, faith are not independent but based on fate which means you live by accident.
For you, it’s imperative that the world opens every door for you because you make all the right choices but the man next door sees you and can only keep his descriptions to himself because an attempt to define you will lead to manslaughter.
You stand as the best man ever, but inwardly you don’t believe you have any organs supporting you and that you are on life support which is induced by sight. Yes, your reason for trying to live is because you can see. Yes, you can see the beauty that abound on this earth. You have tried God, but you didn’t absolutely trust in him because you have been told there is something called tangible and something called a concept. Out of self pity and misery you adopted God though you perceive him as a concept.
The world has wronged you and you own a right to kill it. You wish you could sue nature because it has conspired with your employers, lecturers, lovers, family and everyone who could spare a crumb of bread to turn against you.
You have very little knowledge of consequences resulting from your actions. Yes the past has seemingly been allowed to author a future you yearn to embrace but have no idea what it has in store. Each time you make an effort to use the past as a transformational tool, you hear voices that all claim to be the answer. The voices mutter nothing into your head which doesn’t just hear but see. Your vision is blurred by the heavy smoke that rises from your bedroom leaving your mind clouded and about to thunder strike. Everybody is supposed to make you happy except “you”. Self pity has become your favorite expression of “whats up”. Your anger levels just shot up and that one person who used to stick around just bolted to the land of the living.
Yes, you are so dead, no one wants to stay around you for fear of contracting a disease since the stench is so bad. You are a walking carrier of foolishness, Stupidity, evil, self pity, heartbrokenness and worse of all; you have never tried to get a cure. You could make a grand master if your state was a cult.
You doubt God but believe the devil is behind your problems. You work hard enough on the wrong things, you desires are mainly the nothingness of this life, your aspirations are drawn from the world’s famous but devilish people. The words “yes you can” are like “sleep and rise” so you repeatedly scream them daily. Half your life is spent creating an ideal dream whilst you are awake, so how can you get anything done.
Every day is another opportunity to procrastinate and you have become a master of concepts. Your ideas are mind blowing but not implementable. You are the solution to a whole generations problem. Yes the generation that you only come into contact with when you lay your head on a bed and close your eyes.
My advice is, do not be another me, do not hate yourself, do not be the reason why you failed, do not let the ways of this world be the ultimate decider in your endeavors, do not let the philosophies of the “big minds” become more pronounced than the opportunities that lie in FAITH IN GOD.
LET JESUS TAKE THAT WHEEL.
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