The INsignificant Man ON the PRT Line

Running my numb fingers through the thorns of the flowerless plant
while under the cold dispensation of the subzero climate .....I stood
like a beanpole unbalanced with negligent equilibrium and shaky like a
sagged electric powerline......I was freezing .......bloodfilled and
yet I felt bloodless....patiently waiting and anticipating help in a
form of shelter and habour.....I thought of the faceless man under the
PRT Line from beechurst to Evansdale......how feeble he appeared even
while it snowed. The roads have offered him shelter because he
appeared blind and invisible to WVU and its residual
community.........."they say he was a former tutor who ran
crazy"....Mentally challenged I guessed

On a snow-dredged jacket that can barely convert trapped air to warm
heat, exposing every quarters of his dorsal body part for the never
ceasing stonecold wind to disciple.........he barely moved....enduring
all scourging pains from the climate......I watched him while the
fixed whatever happened to our broken PRT......I could tell he was
ashamed of his society.......he refused to stare at the passing
vehicles and individual while the birds and tree could without
restrain. All through he looked at the woods like an Italian artist
interacting with the half-dead leaves, stones, and trees that listened
intensely to his never ending story ............I Felt sympathy and
considered offering him money but that wouldn't help .....all he
needs is love.

Expecting the yet to come help, knowing how autumn wind and summer
breeze
feels and supposedly praying for someone to offer him
help ......feebly letting time intervene.
Everyday is the same scenario the only thing that changes is the
weather.......holding an unstructured umbrella fighting to overcome
the hard rains that reminds him of his Appalachian state West
Virginia.........he has become a personified man ....a living figure
of speech.....a man whose no longer regarded a subject but an
object .........an existential object that appear invisible to human
and visible to trees and plant.

Watching him lace his boot under the windy weather, then staring at my
right hand I realized all my fingers weren't equal ..............I
searched every reason to forget that man's condition.....and I found
none ....
I can only offer monetary help to my capability and
prayers ...........should the rumor be true .....that he really was a
former at WVU ........ I will forever be disgusted with WVU.....
I will keep watching him......till he puts his pearl under the ground
and have a befitting rest

She Was America's Kate Nash

Lying on the bed, with my chest on the fluffy pillow and my right eye strained to see. Reminiscing with a delightful and electrifying mind under intense darkness, nothing looked provocative and beauty saturated than the aesthetic physique of the white girl I encountered yesterday. She glittered like the golds from the California rush.Breathless under my nostril like am allergic to pollen air, I composed my restive personality, popped my collarbone but left my words behind my vocal organ. Virtually I had been muted by music and sonorously impaired to the wandering public, alienated to pubic noise and unless gossip. I managed to say, " Hi" to her while in a miasma of disillusionment. She spoke with softness, an innate voice as alto and more tenor , reminding me and the atmosphere of Vanessa Carlton on the song, "Dear Annie".We parted ways, at the opened elevator. A scene dissimilar from Flo rider's in that I didn't deem that moment fit to make sure a gangster decision. I pondered and bid her farewell while she made it for the confined box( Superman's changing room).I wonder if we would ever see, a sweet month of May. She will be gone till September, and will return in the mist of ten thousand individuals.How come? How was I blinded till the closing chapters of Spring semesterI never had the chance to maroon 5 the whole scenario but I most certainly hope I get to know her better maybe in the near future.Lost in a small hole is the boy with little but less pragmatic dreams.

2am

Belly rumbled, legs intercepted each other, body moved in accordance
with the inner mind while I fought back to resist the succumb from
the stunning succubus, bed wet with milky ways leading to an unfounded
galaxy....ewwww ..they call it sperm and wet dream to be
exact.........a level for all ages
What an unconscious abortion....An ardent naive catholic personnel
would conclude ...no offense intended
I struggled to resist the temptation ....having the catholic knowledge
that should I give in.....hell befalleth me ........wondering
spacelessly lost in my daily world of factual fantasy . Known as
dream....am left with ten seconds to make a choice without considering
economics ..........I stared intensely at the lustrous physique of
the succubus ........I felt a jack down there ......what a chain
reaction .........whatever happened next I do not recollect but
cherish and long for tomorrow's night.
Four hours later, a scene from yesternite flashes through my grey
matter....the brain ..........suddenly I'm sinking in Guilt....cursing
out .....how many times will I disregard the Catholics
teaching .........what an earthly devil I have become . I wondered how
the reverend fathers coped..........they weren't born special I
suppose........I let that question pass....to avoid the term blasphemy
like Paulo freirre am yet to be a liberated catholic ..........I
learned without curiosity and innovation, absorbing without analyzing
whatever I was taught.
Four days later like the faithful Buddhist and saints ..... I let the
nightly process pass .....incurring inner blames from the subject
inside everyone of us.........my faithfulness today doesn't guaranty
tomorrow........... I keep fighting the inner urge to undergo the
theories of maturity and puberty ...............
What a puerile and ludicrous individual ...I sure am.

THE BABY

Sex formed me I suppose, I grew out of embryo and am stuck in this miniature castle, the walls are lumpy and gallopyEverything around me takes a breathy movement.....beating like the heart ..flawlessly composed,the inner body orchestra.I'm swinging and oscillating with her Fallopian tubes....kicking her belly for space .....give me some space I can barely breath......I can hear her moan and curse to the nearest outside person for no just reason..........what a playful baby I was ...playing with my Mother's organs .......prank they outsiders call it.....I'm nocturnal ...sleepy and lethargic during the early hours .......I see no light, no day, all dark and nightly, I can't tell if am blind or not ...my pupils never contrasts .......they are quite shaken some days when colorful strong polluted light come through her...........arghhhh......damn the outsider the light hurts like fire.....it's called x-ray.......they wanna know how am doing.....or probably she's standing right in front of the microwave, Mum's settling the score for all those times I have bitterly kicked out ...I wanna scream "Woman am getting radioactively deformed"!!!!!!!!...what a body X&O only we both can play more like a friendly Russian rouletteSeven months later, I woke up with several spanks on my butts OOOOH!!!!!!they sure looked immaculate and spotless.................I refused to cry so they hit me harder, My Goodness, that hurts so I let it all out the teardrops they all craved for like predators watching her prey writhe in agony and pain .........they all laughed and thank the almighty God I was normal!!!!! what a sarcastic environ!!!!!..........yuck!!!!!!!!!Mama's milk tastes weird......with no option left I sucked on it like a nectar insect then off to sleep...Few hours later, my innocent eyes blinked.......unknowns where staring at me like I was dead in a casket ......they all worn smiles that made me giggle....and made noise that sounded more lullaby and less eulogistic...the unknowns apparently where my sisters and my only brother......I was stressed as a baby .....the outsider pulled my body, bones to a point of disintegration....a point known in Physics as Yield Point, just an inch pull and my body parts would snap like the broken elasticity of a rubber band.The outsider dressed in white happens to be a respected doctor BLAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!........my prolonged grimace for the Outsider. My anger output only showed a baby who wept............crying solved nothing........I came in the hard way...I should expect an easy departure .......life is certainly unfair ...........am now a man ......a decent gentleman writing his past with time......my most dreaded friend

Night at Illusion

Standing on the line with a couple of friends and a stoned White folk
who apparently looked cold and desolate ......I presumed he came out
to foolishly drown whatever makes this world unfair to
him ........unlike everyone I was anxious to leave
having an inner conflict at that
moment with my supposedly innocent mind.
While waiting like the Indians at Bombay
Train stations..........thinking of nothing else but the quickest way
to leave ......expecting no train ......and staring at my wristwatch
at every minute interval .......praying time takes a
super fly;.........she appeared like a Supernova and off like an
asteroid ......I hadn't thought she would be there........making my
conversation as punctual as I could ......I Turned back.....looked
over the adjacent street .....Expectedly like the speed of light she
was swift again. Her movement is impossible I must conclude.
With the stench of ammonia....from the decayed soil getting into my
nostril ....I quickly pushed my way pass the crowd and into the
club..... I searched for the nearest wall to lean like a Gecko and
probably take a few less alcoholic shots
Watching the unbalanced proportional ratio of Male to Female.....I gave up the
hope of twisting my hips on the opposite sex....and I rejected all
possible eye contact .......I didn't make it here to do wrong.....am
here to unwind and maybe sight see..
with a miasma of particles floating around and settling on my
over diluted Bacardi ....I cursed out to the manager and the cigar
smoker....on an impulse quick enough to displace momentum I made it
for the nearest exit
Feeling so expired, I thought of calling the inefficient, unreliable
and Non-chalet Morgan town Cab/Taxi.....with no other phrase other
than ..".We would get you a Taxi as soon as we can,".. ......I let
whoever said that have the F-word for breakfast ...with no regrets
While the weather cried...on no hurting Sun..The rain dropped creating
a melody that appeared more aptly Beethoven .....Like thieves I
watched the police hide in dark corners for shelter with the speed
radar running . Lurking and hurting their underworld lukewarm
counterparts........No one depends on Sherlock Holmes, Tin Tin, Nancy
Drew and the rest action Figures.
With nothing left but the cigarette fag, and broken bottles lying motionless on the paved floors of highs Street, I made it home on foot with my friends who apparently didn't cherish the night.

Time stole the night from the widowed Morgantown

A college town deserted off her offspring West Virginia University,
noiseless and haunted like the nuclear polluted Chernobyl.
How depressing were the days and how frigid were the nights. She
appeared pale and intimidated by the cold breeze that solely reminds
her of loneliness.

The moon shun opaqueness and forecast a bleak future while the rain
showered teardrops. Morgantown wept during spring break and mourned
after summer. The clouds wouldn't wipe out her tears, her tears were
too weighty to be soaked up by the atmospheric handkerchief.

Oh Morgantown, a town where lust inhabit the sky and innocence is
conquered till death
She couldn't accept the liveliness was ended for the term. No
partying, no drinking, no drug bust and no noise.
Oh widowed town, thy husbands have taken their usual leave till Fall.

Static to the earth, dynamic to the society .... She loved the colors
around her... The white and black Americans, the Africans, the Asians
and the English. She cherished the raving every weekends. She watched
over her beloved offspring (WVU) like a bald eagle and befitted
everyone with the Appalachian wind and summer sunshine and the
nightly music echos sailing through the atmosphere like the Queen's
Ship.

The air stunk of joy and lust!!!....and outsiders from Pittsburgh,
Ohio and Charleston were seduced and negatively attracted.

The stars were filled with luminescence, the night WVU was proclaimed
number one partying school, the day was empty and sighs from the
Management flew around the environment like spaceships.
How beautiful were the mountain hilltops and collapsed horizon......oh
Morgantown placed in between West Virginia.... a town surrounded with
mountains ... much closer to God's pillowcases ( the cloud) than
Washington D.C

Oh morgantown deprived by time off her offspring till Fall. She can't
wait to unite with her offspring and moments....only a factor of
chronological element...while she keeps cool in the form of cold and
lonely hibernation.

Reflection of heaven's Tarmac, French Polynesia

A personified life would be an understatement to the ever flourishing experience one can attain in a life time.

A place in the pacific is certainly a start of. Splurged in the middle of French Polynesia ... An island where beauty is perfect with no flaw and yet realistic.The modern garden of Eden, this time no serpent or restrictions ...the palm trees swayed obeying the dynamics and whispered to one another ....like rumours.

How gracious were the movement, so momentous like an ice skater. The landscape perspective was as scenic as Japanese theme music as smothering and as pacifying as a leather sofa. The palmy trees lay right under the sun, an atmosphere reminding one of the monsoon and semi- tropical environ.

Sleeping on my bamboo bed I felt like God was my neighbor. The serenity that accompanied the dark clouds where totally welcomed. The soothing massage from the bamboo bed sent all the inner impurities on vacation.

How embracing and tickly were the drizzling raindrops. The sands stole impress of my feet and the water washed away her items ......Dwelling in the Polynesia, dining with the lost gods and goddess and waking up and feeling as joyous as a fulfilled mind. This is planet earth without uranium or collapsing ozone layer but with wonderment and likeness of God. A nobody but yet somebody, a subject for religious constrain and conflict

The flower that bore a perfect hue in the countryside of stuttgart.

Trails of rain, collides with streaks of waterdrop. The wonderment of stratospheric beauty. Matching through the soft soils with clouds underneath our chins, the half-dead roots protruding its perimeter reaching out for a better photosynthesis on the bright light.

Rusty was the term, as we matched forward and collapsed dust sailed afloat unto our nostril. Virtually blinded by visibility we held hands and walked the misty forest in a hazardous pattern.

Elevating further into the whiter clouds filled with extreme chillness, the ecstatic pleasure we all felt till we went paucity of air. A certain tree grew at the middle of our path and its leaves possessed an absolute smugness and a warmth welcoming touch. Even as the tree withered away, her surviving leaves were filled with undying hopes and her roots hung out there and begged for a living. There laid the most scenic flower that blossomed in the mist of overruling darkness, her survival so far could completely be placed on a spiritual chemistry. She shone brighter than reflective rays of sunshine on gentle water. Her touch was completely refined like water ripples in a glass jar. She was a flawless standout, with a nourishing seeds and a perfect mixture of ruby and maroon wrapped around its embodiment in a concentric manner. She tilted to her gravity point and in a personified image pleaded to be carried away

We planted her seeds in the entrails leading to the mountains in far away town of Jork