A little sleep, A little slumber.

"Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep: So shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth and thy want as an armed man."
Proverbs 24:33-34 KJV


That Bible verse used to lie inside the desk of a classmate back in high school. He was not quite the religious person but that verse I bet is the only one he knew and it served him right, I think. Ironically, he used to doze off in class for those few classes he attended. So I actually never got the point. But he is not poor, not yet, not ever.

I have known myself over the past years to be a hardworking young fellow with realistic ambitions but the latest turn of events has left me confused. Unsure of myself if I actually remain that hardworking guy I thought I was.
Let me start with an example closer home, blogging. It’s been weeks since I did a post on prose. I have kept convincing myself over and over again that it’s my ‘mojo’, lost. But today I made a discovery. I am actually one lazy fellow of late. It is nothing to do with running out of ideas or lacking something to inspire me. On the contrary, I have visited countless blogs over the past few weeks. Blogs basically about everything,. Blogs by girls, boys, men, women. Blogs about morality, sexuality, random thoughts and even sentimental blogs.. So I cannot actually say I have been lacking motivation. Its laziness.

Everything seems to be boring to me these days. I feel lazy to do anything. Lazy to lift my head out of the blanket in the morning, lazy to attend classes, lazy to converse with people, lazy to check my mails, lazy to check on friends, lazy on practically everything. I even feel having put a lot of effort to watch the television. I prefer lying on the couch and listen to music. Laziness! Laziness! Laziness!
Sleeping early and waking up late is the order of days, sleeping in the afternoon and evening at times. I do not feel like participating in most activities. I do not even feel like getting ideas out of my head and right something. I just hope this is a phase that will come to pass. I have to collect my lazy ass and get back to my former self. It is not good living in a shadow of my past.

I am not alone, I believe. There are countless citizens out there who have entirely convinced themselves that life just isn’t on there side right now. Things seem to be going bananas to them but in reality, they have just folded their hands for a little sleep. Beware! Poverty comes as one that travels and you have to stay armed. So let us stop making these excuses and resume our normal duties. Let us stop all this lazing around. As my high school principal used to say, ‘Human being is a creature of habit.’ If we continue with this trend, we will surely make it a habit and that’s when our lives begin to end.

Plastic for plastic

The plastic look,
Fake smiles and reasons,
False identity and plastic outlook
A plastic rose was fair.

The look on her face
The scream that couldn’t come out
The smiles on her false acquaintance “friends”
His innocence as he handed her the plastic rose.
Deep down she was dying
The embarrassment, after the encouragement
From the acquaintances that he was the man
The man he was.

With all her plastic looks
And plastic smiles,
A plastic rose,
Was well deserved.
Though she thought she deserved better
More than a rose
She was on a ‘cross’
Hanging and bearing all the humiliation
Of the plastic girls
Presented with plastic roses.

State of confusion

State of confusion,
No commotion.
The mind, the heart apart
The mind, far
Improbable situations.
The heart rejoicing,
Current situation

It’s the reading, too much
It’s the feeling, so much
It’s the thinking too far.
State of confusion,
No commotion
Heart, soul and mind frenzy

Depth, the feeling in heart
Compassion, abnormal.
Maybe a guy ought not to be deep
Weird, strange, I don’t know
It’s confusing
Wide is the reasoning of the mind
Forever the picture in mind
State of confusion
Overwhelming emotion

State of confusion
The heart and mind trying a fusion
It’s deep
Deeper than the ocean bottom
Synchronization of the heart and mind
Need to be achieved
But what about the depth
That will stay,
Maybe.


© Jaqaya.

Random Thoughts: Sometimes

I listen to Alicia Keys. I have said that before and it does not shame me to say it again. She has good vocals and sings pretty well. ‘Falling’ is the track this time round. I love that song especially the chorus. Anyway so I am randomly listening to Alicia Keys and the ‘Sometimes I love you, sometimes I feel blue’ part triggers random thoughts in mind and guess what? It makes sense. This is probably more of a man than a human thing because I use the word man here and not human. I am male so I believe I deserve to be excused to use my gender more often without being thought to be gender insensitive. If not, sue me! Anyway again if I use the word woman I will be accused of being gay. You know yourselves’.
Sometimes a man sits and thinks about what lies ahead, beyond and with him. He scratches his head, does the math but it doesn’t sum up. He pushes through anyway.
Sometimes he finds himself in simple situations, at times in tricky complicated situations. He works it out pretty well.
Sometimes a man is strong, masculine and bullies his way through. At times he is the smallest, of least importance and weak. He humbles himself and tries to work with what he has and what he is.
Sometimes a man is compassionate and enthusiastic. Sometimes he is drained and pale about life but he lives back to find his compassion.
Sometimes a man feels loved and loves. Sometimes he is cynical about love. Sometimes loneliness is the order of his days. He there learns to appreciate care, searches within himself and finds the least affection to drive him through because he cannot live without it.
Sometimes being a man is all a man needs. He gets his way through everything. But at times, being a man is a pain in the ass. He doesn’t curse his manhood (no pun intended). He appreciates that sh*t happens and pulls through it.
Sometimes a man taps into a rich vein of form, sometimes he can barely function. He still is ‘the man’ and not ‘sometimes the man’, a seasonal man.
Sometimes a man is champion, winner of all. Sometimes he loses and becomes the laughing stock. He doesn’t give up. He fights and keeps his head high.
Sometimes a man desires one woman, sometimes he wants them all. Whichever he decides, he avoids chaos.
Sometimes a man loves the woman {he always loves women :)} and the woman loves him. Sometimes the woman doesn’t love him as much or not at all. He either wins her heart or redirects his energy elsewhere for another woman. He NEVER stops loving women to love men instead.
Sometimes a man loves his life, sometimes he loathes the desire to live another second but he still breathes and throws away the noose.
Sometimes a man is weird. Sometimes a man is crazy. At times he is a jerk and all that comes with it. But he still keeps his manners intact.
Sometimes a man is the achiever. Sometimes he is the failure. He doesn’t apologize for the failures. He works his way back to achieving greatness.
After all, ‘There is a drop of greatness in every man’.

© Jaqaya.