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7 THINGS THEY DON’T TEACH IN COLLEGES

Three Songs, Three Sleeps. Intro For three nights I slept the three sleeps of the wise I thought the three classic thoughts And became three times wiser As I rode Three beasts To three villages To learn three songs I saw Three hills Three heavens Three seas I heard Tree winds Three waves Three birds I sang Thrice in unison Some three songs In three verses I Three truths about lies; Men lie Women lie more and better We all lie sometimes Three schools of thought I totally embrace; Free will Predestination Superiority of now The three men that are always in my mirror; Me The man I want to be The man I think I am II Three things that never fail to inspire me; Blue sky Sea shells Green leaves The three sounds I crave; The sound of my pen on paper Of blasting reggae in the hot afternoons Of children messing around Three days I so love unconditionally; Saturdays Sundays Holidays III Three simple ways to answer difficult questions; Yes No I don’t know what you are talking about The three ingre...

GAINING MY MIND

Eventually he won That personality, the smiling me The part of me that is a baby That sees with hopeful eyes, won Yes I won yes. My future started when I found myself in this reality show a kind of a big brother house only this time I was the sole contestant in competition with myself. So Every evening at sunset Big brother comes silently And evicts slowly A certain Personality of me Away from the house Never to come back So for days I watched As parts of my person Were being sent off Out of my life Never to come back On the last day It remained only two mes It was the part of me Who carries my past Wherever I go The mule, who cannot see today But through yesterday Colored glasses That got evicted.

Now I was supposed to have published this on Monday, sorry it is coming late. Oh what a weekend, I almost fell in love with the idea of being alone until it got lonely no thanks to the rains, it all started on Friday when I almost finished a bottle of Red Square (37%) before 8 p. m and inevitably missed dinner it would have been noodles anyway so good riddance to poor dinner I woke with a slight headache and I had to do laundry headache or not. I did and wrote and slept and wrote and slept again. Here: Who I Was Tonight With practiced fingers And sharpened eyes I am sifting Through Iced tears And frozen grief Through the haze of hurt-flakes Clouds of liquor trips and Smoke from cigarettes I am searching Through the abyss and Blackouts of yesterday Looking for who I was Before the first teardrop. What Am I To Do When The child in me died I smiled My youth blossomed Brightly Wildly Now The youth in me Is withering What am I to do Smile of frown As I reluctantly Lose my youth To eating eg...

It is raining It is cold I am lonely So I fold Beneath pyjamas Pillows and bed covers I closed my eyes Clenched my fists And summoned warmth It came Unfettered Spitting fire Like a dragon From Saigon It came Through locked doors And cold floors It came swiftly Surely On wings Of thoughts of you Drove by winds From lands and seas far From forever To now and here It came.

It would not be an event If you found riches or fame If you knew pride or shame If you married Jane Or stayed single In the end It becomes most urgent The voices and presence Even the echoes of silence Of those we truly love.