Good night in the morning.

>In the morning
chasing after short moments of talking
whispering at times.
The' I miss you's' yearn for 'the I want and 'need you's'
and intertwine malleably around each other.

Sweet charms embraced the noting of features
random facts
activities
co-incidences.
All to just speak a bit more .......of .....something more
the silence fulfilling in another world.
The other side of this connection.
This mental and physical telephonic connection.


Good night.
Flashes of deep naked words,
wantingly slip through.
Unknowingly.
In the midst of body's lying cocooned
and eyes aging of sleep,
voices smooth and deep.
Temptuous closeness.

My dry sore eye skin creates friction as my heavy eyed lids
D
R                          T
O                   F
P              I
And    L                   . Then with my minute shuffle draws attention to my acheing body

A Message to my dear friend and other's : Clearness is Close.

Struggles of the young,
struggles of the sprung.  
If only you could see,
that life should simply be.  


Don't worry about the events happenings,
of things and people.  
I know you want ,
to run and shout on top of a steeple.  
What's not in your hands,  
doesn't lie in others either.
No one is your keeper.
Stop tormenting yourself; 
with what rain does not fall, doesn't fall 
and doesn't want to fall. 
Your thunder's rage 
for acceptance to his unknowing storm.
Problems, silent agendas, secret thoughts 
all become airborne.  


See this silence and calm, 
as your time
time to be you.  
The rest leave it to fate,
it will save you from resentment and hate.  


Your essence and exquisite poise 
only seen by the close. 
Reserve your sterling being for true loved ones, 
the ones of us that love you back. 


Breathe. Accept.
My dear, clearness is close.




Copyright ©  Mino Rock New Year2010

Casanova . No More.

He sang ' you should let me love you ' Ironically.He continued in his amateur voice 'If i was your man, baby you...never worry about what i do'. how idle, of this compulsive stranger.Who turns out to be not so strange at all, just stupid.The bug eyed camouflaging fly with its last brain cell,falls into a web of his own deceit.Liers will be liers. Cheaters will always be cheaters.Seranades of his last in these end of the woods echo. .
To laugh. To comfort... to out scrunch my eyebrows to that 'i knew it' posture.
Alas it hurt my mini me. the person I see some much of myslef a while back.
And still, with the goose chase, HA! on u loser.
The hunt. The trantrum. The upset. The denail.
The straight up oblivion to the situation.
This hillbilly still seared messages of sarcasm.
When nothing should be said by the wrong. Nothing.
No explaination. No ellaboration. No farce. No self justifying comments.
Just Shut Up and Drive.

Somali poetry .

http://poetrytranslation.org/media/downloads/PTC-podcast-003-Somali-poetry-Gaarriye.mp3

My favourite all time poem. Love It......

                                   “Porphyria’s Love

The rain set early in tonight,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
and did its worst to vex the lake:
I listened with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soiled gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side
And called me. When no voice replied,
She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread, o’er all, her yellow hair,
Murmuring how she loved me—she
Too weak, for all her heart’s endeavor,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me forever.
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could tonight’s gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:
So, she was come through wind and rain.
Be sure I looked up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshiped me: surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily oped her lids: again
Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
And I untightened next the tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:
I propped her head up as before
Only, this time my shoulder bore
Her head, which droops upon it still:
The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
That all it scorned at once is fled,
And I, its love, am gained instead!
Porphyria’s love: she guessed not how
Her darling one wish would be heard.
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirred,
And yet God has not said a word!

Summary

“Porphyria’s Lover,” which first appeared in 1836, is one of the earliest and most shocking of Browning’s dramatic monologues. The speaker lives in a cottage in the countryside. His lover, a blooming young woman named Porphyria, comes in out of a storm and proceeds to make a fire and bring cheer to the cottage. She embraces the speaker, offering him her bare shoulder. He tells us that he does not speak to her. Instead, he says, she begins to tell him how she has momentarily overcome societal strictures to be with him. He realizes that she “worship[s]” him at this instant. Realizing that she will eventually give in to society’s pressures, and wanting to preserve the moment, he wraps her hair around her neck and strangles her. He then toys with her corpse, opening the eyes and propping the body up against his side. He sits with her body this way the entire night, the speaker remarking that God has not yet moved to punish him.

Insomnia By Elaine Feinstein

http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoem.do?poemId=171Elaine Feinstein

Dialogues #1

Anonymous : My mind is filled with dreams of hope and many more. Im told to go far as it can take me. But then, when life is to go and end shall it be the moment that has not been gained. Hope is a dreamer's way of keeping it alive which is a means to be a human.Why run away from the dreams and hopes of living when life is right infront of you? Why lose site of the goal because it takes one kick to score ?  


Me : My mind is filled with dreams and hopes also my friend, im told of my potential of the travelling distance of dreams and aspirations. Lifes go ahead. Its what I see. Pauses and diversions irritate me. Dreams of hope is kept alive by the external humans around me, I appreciate you all. In my eyes i see a mirror reflection of my self as my own self defeating tormentor lies beneath. I can. You can not. Can and couldn't reach the distance . Fear is not my friend, rather contemplation coupled gracefully with hesitation gather around me.Why are you not emanated by this atmosphere around here? Is'nt what I say the Truth. 


Anonymous : I know that you wish to gain the truth of life between mine and yours with the happiness of times thats yours as to nurture a child with the suckles of your bossom but my heart is like a glass ready to break with the simplest means of touch. Fear is a best friend kept close while the truth is kept as far as you can because then you cant reach for it. 


Me : The truth between us will only glow at the moment its cemented by words of arabic, praises and joy. Fear is not my companion but hesitation. Healthy hesitation that us humans acquire as an excuse not to believe. But verily, everything is written before we were conceived.Can we conceive the acceptance of this? And let the hopes and dreams blossom from there and many more.

A thought i had 200 and something days ago.

Honestly why do we bother, in hopes of a small ray of light, to come through a pin sized key hole.With the uncertain keys we are given.

Smile.

Enjoy my friend.

It did me some and none.

Some i never wanted

or expected

and none that was in my mind.

Existed.

Not the nothingness i wanted.

A silence

or the all too well-heard parallel of loudness

that i didn't request

or suggest.

Realisations.. are okay.

Realisations we all make..its okay.

But alas this is not what we wanted .

Its not much that we want

that we should have.

We are damned into believe

what we wish

and want

is an essential

to have at that time.

When in fact it is

not fate.

So let us

let it be in glad tidings and smiles

laughter

rejoice with me

with time we had

spent well

spent smiling.

Smile.

2010.  Some people make new years resolutions. I have general reflections. More and More positive this year. Head up. Chin up .Tummies tucked in my friends and hopefully moving forward.

My first day of blogging.

Hmmm, so im using my msn hotmail and facebook today.

And some1 one hacked in deactivated my facebook and changed my msn password.I AM NOT A HAPPY BUNNY.SERIUOSLY. ITS NOT THE Contacts or the pictures im going to miss;it all the writing i did, all the experiences i reflected on some at that point in time, whether it was 2 am in the morning or 7am or the 48 that i deleriuosly used to make my self do.But with a new fresh year starting i have accepted maybe i shouldn't hold on to the past and do new things like blogging, something i have been hesitating to do. The clock strikes midnight, well ten past midnight on a sunday, now monday 10th of jan 2010. lets see what my year starting now brings. With a Blog. A password rated high on my pc (AHEM, shout-out's to the hackers). I hope this blog can take up all that i have to say think and reflect on. Lights out.Night

P.s apparently i've been told today by an apparent friend that im overweight and so ugly I was adopted. I wasn't fazed.I feel quiet sorry for this bully. Every one say it with me 'SHAME ON YOU' lol