I've never seen death at work. Didn't never pay his job no mind. But Sometimes, you don't have to go outta your way to look before you see. So I saw, and my mind see-sawed on the logic of what was before me. In I take. Intakes of breath struggling to pass through shut off nostrils Cause my clouded mind stimulated my senses. I wasn't even aware of my tears.

I hate horror movies.
"Yeah me too, Can't stand the blood, the gore the suspense to the inevitable"
So I avoid the movies with the R,
What??? You're laughing?
Well! Hardy Har Har!!
Cause I see the irony too.
I'm running from fiction but the other ways reality
And things are much more scarier
There are many things to look back and scream from
Many more things to run from and trip on
Many more screaming to hear from
Cause the sounds I can't block out are from my television
My vision is stuck on the screen cause my mind cant accept the decision
I eagerly make to change the station
So I guess I'm watching a horror movie any ways.
Only you cant put a rating on life nowadays.
So I watch
Anyway.
I've never seen death at work. Didn't never pay his job no mind. But Sometimes, you don't have to go outta your way to look before you see. So I saw, and my mind see-sawed on the logic of what was before me. In I take. Intakes of breath struggling to pass through shut off nostrils Cause my clouded mind stimulated my senses. I wasn't even aware of my tears.

The halo around her blurry figure protesting amidst the chaos
Its purpose for distinction, its subliminal message yet to come.
I missed the first part so I was watching blindly, not even sure who exactly my eyes were on
Then unsuspecting she's falling, and people are shouting.
The reporter is talking, but I can't hear a sound.

I've never seen death at work.

She was JUST standing there.
She was JUST standing there.
Splatter of blood at the soles of her feet.
How did it get there? What?..... Huh?
I cant see any injury. But her eyes roll to the back of her head...
And her legs are holding like shes in shock.
I think I'm watching death work.
They're yelling, apparently, for her to open her eyes.
But they're open... and in them the reflection of death lies
Then blood trickles out... like in the horror movie...
Then blood gushes out... like in the horror movie...
Then people are screaming... like in the horror movie
Then she stills for real... like in the horror movie..
I still can't hear the sounds.
I don't think I want to hear the sounds.
Cause what I see unfolding on the ground is enough for me.
Enough for me to look away...
But I swear, I think I saw death walking away.
Mission Accomplished. Onto the next task.
It was as if he looked back......

"I've never seen death at work."

And it was as if his eyes said ...
I guess there's a first time for everything.

My clouded mind stimulated my senses. I wasn't even aware of my tears.

R. I .P Neda


Note: This piece is all over the place....I apologize. The price of Peace is wayyy too high. :(

In the celebration of the season....

I dream of that Day...!

See I am at that moment in my life
Where all I breathe eat sleep think and live is for that day.

Four years Ive been toiling
working like a goddam slave
Like Kinte I be saying
"Give us us free"
Hell I wanna BE free.
Free from the
Shackles that have bound be mentally
Physically and emotionally to the four walls of Azreli

My eyes have suffered, prescription worse
I am under the curse that forces me to endorse Tim Hortons
Rooster’s don turned me chicken
Now I can’t seem to be wanting to broaden my scope
When it comes to breakfast
I break fast in the direction of the way past Tory building
Leaving me feening for that bagelwich.
Which I simply adore.


But these only come with the package.
These are only the reactions to the actions taken place
To raise those grades high enough to scale each phase
That brings me closer to that day.

That day I have dreamt of in so many ways.

Each scenario played out
I can TASTE freedom.
I can already feel the ground tremble as I walk on that wood.
The sweat dribble as I’m guided to stand where I should
I can so feel that smile creep on my face as they mispronounce my name Oh the sweet taste of freedom.

I can feel that material of rolled paper touch my hands
I can hear the applause as I see my family stand
I can feel it.

Joy, Sadness, Love, Peace, Fatigue, Pride
And all other emotions I can no longer hide.


I will walk across that stage
And finally cross over.
The happiest moment of a true soldier

So yes,
Right now I am at that moment where all I dream, sleep, eat and think of is that day.
Let me Just Graduate!

June 11th, 9am......Oh Yeah!

Lol.... remember quaving ?? haha
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Ok. so i CANNOT get Jeremihs song Birthday Sex... out of my head. Its a dutty dutty soil-my-mind, am-i-going-to-hell-for-liking-this-tune type of track but Jesus save my soul.. its FIRE. Like Bed.... its just something that is on REPEAT onmy ipod and vehicle music player....

Please help me feel better about myself and tell me your addicted too!



xx
Ms. Jae

His face does things to my insides
(Girl's probably understand)
But understand that probably he doesn't understand his effect
On me.

On me, like hot fudge on ice cream, his words make me melt
Meltdown every time his words seclude me and yet
Still I degenerate to mush when he touches me.
Friend-ely.

My touches to him might be jaded but nothing is faded
When he reemphasizes our relations
Ship done sunk under his thoughtless thunk out twisted idea of what our relations-ship REALLY is.

Is it even something?
Or am I banking on nothing?
Putting everything into something that he deems as nothing
But I'd take anything he'd offer. Me.

Offering him ME...
If he'll take it

Even if it's in the played down version of what we really are.
Yes, He will.

Yes, He will.
And I know this cause when he hugged me he hugged me right.
Hugged me tight, more than "just for a friend" type of ordeal
So all this "what you feel" isn't us facade he plays off every time we relate.
Is Bull. Shit.

And I Love. It.

Cause now I know.
Now I know all the minor things he refused to show
That I'd slowly brought to light and he swiftly ignored
Are all so succinct.
And to think......

I had known all this.
How? Because in that mini split,
One-tenth of a second we hugged
Right before the pause, He was
Feeling me too.

Call me crazy, but its true.


"He Loves Me.... He Loves me Not... He Loves Me.... He Loves me Not..."
He...F******....Loves...Me.... :)

I've never had a FULL take on the death penalty because... I have mixed feelings about it.
I naturally a feel a man has NO right to take another mans life. but when he/she does... sometimes I feel... F' it.. this person should die too...
A case of where feelings like these were reallllllyyy strong for me was...today.


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Ok so today "Quebec Superior Court Justice André Denis found Désiré Munyaneza guilty of war crimes, crimes against humanity and genocide for leading a gang of Hutu murderers and rapists in the 1994 Rwandan massacre."

"Mr. Munyaneza, who faces a mandatory life prison term, will have a sentencing hearing in September. Crown and defence lawyers will argue over parole eligibility dates."

[ read more ]

He is to be given a life sentence.

Life.

For someone who was responsible for the deaths of thousands.

Please...... I hate to be all "Kill the Beast-ish" but this angers me.

Let's be real? This man probably single handed wiped out families....is responsible for the deaths of many more.... CONSCIOUSLY prepared to KILL human beings...........WHY is he being allowed to live?

Why do I feel he needs to be tortured?
But Why do I also feel no one has the right to do this?

Why can't I have an express request to God to rain forever, sleepless nights of nightmares of the children he put in sacks to be beaten? To inject the pain of the thousands of Tutsi's he butchered to rack through his body like multiple sclerosis? To cause him more pain that he caused?

Hiss.... this ish really angers me.