tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60346536238066398092012-01-26T15:47:53.681+03:00A Beautiful Story.Randalf Etherealnoreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034653623806639809.post-67184994742911708102010-09-09T15:47:00.000+03:002010-09-09T15:47:06.202+03:00

I'm in all black, that Jay-Z line playing over and over in my mind "All black everything." I'm angry. Not the adolescent mood swing rather an anger has been welling up in me the past few weeks threatening to burst its banks any moment without the blunt intensity, the raw unbridled fury of a teenager. Why?  I don't know. Rather I know perfectly well but I don't want to come to terms with the

Randalf Etherealnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034653623806639809.post-23029931820284201042010-09-09T10:28:00.001+03:002010-09-09T10:28:06.120+03:00

Rage. White-hot, angry rage twinged with a wistfulness that carries the potential to drown my will in pussification. I don't need happiness. I don't deserve it, no, but i also don't need it. It's always been me me me on my part. I mastered the art of breaking ties, severing emotion from what has to be done. It suits me perfect. This is my resolve. For the next week, this shall be my resolve. I

Randalf Etherealnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034653623806639809.post-10383140301861390282010-01-31T21:01:00.000+03:002010-01-31T21:01:46.414+03:00

"...visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children, and upon the children's children, unto the third and to the fourth generation." Genesis 34:7b Abortion is illegal in Kenya. It is morally unacceptable by most (if not all, though I stand to be corrected) acknowledged religions worldwide. Even the so called backward and primitive African traditional customs deign the murder of the

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So, I'm holding weed on my one hand and I'm staring at my notepad on the other. Being the sleuthing genius I am, I figure Ceiling Cat is trying to tell me to write about weed for they who've never inhaled Silliness , and Basement Cat is in on it too, trying to re-tempt the quitters of hemp. Just how gay is that! Abstaining from Maryjane , deliberately! Anyway...(said in a la-di-da kinda way

Randalf Etherealnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034653623806639809.post-76628497809448485912009-08-21T14:34:00.002+03:002009-08-21T14:42:52.185+03:00

The life in me has been paled out.My spirit hollowed out by the immensity of burdens that everybody carries.Why should I go on?Why should I go home today?What is the point of living if I only live not to cause the few that care worry?I am immensely tired.The sun may rise in the east but atleast it settles in a final location.And so it is with life, at the very end there is but death.A death I so

Randalf Etherealnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034653623806639809.post-12834927213083854562009-08-03T23:05:00.001+03:002009-08-03T23:05:43.518+03:00

Wreathed in immense painShe abstains from youFor what is there to gainIn so vain a side of you?Wastes her life chainedTo an idea ingrained in her, youOf a much simpler timeWhen her heart was mineI'm numb to allMost certainly to youIf I only never did fallDid fall for youI have longed for your callTo ask me back to youTo a much simpler timeWhen your heart was mineWe're all looking at the pastIn

Randalf Etherealnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034653623806639809.post-43986950079133394352009-02-06T23:57:00.000+03:002009-02-07T00:01:22.325+03:00

Scratch my wrist with a ball pointMy crimson reasoning flowsWriting like this makes me wholeTill all my emotions I let go.I thought I'd write for you, insteadI dig in deeper just for meThere's something poetic about bloodlettingI'm being as poetic as can be.

Randalf Etherealnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034653623806639809.post-23428441815109385152009-02-06T23:55:00.000+03:002009-02-06T23:56:00.539+03:00

He yearned without bitternessThat which tasted sweetestYea, SweetnessWhoever loved that loved not at first sight?I sawH.E.REyes lockedSmiles formedHearts skipped beatsAnd the world took a breath...

Randalf Etherealnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034653623806639809.post-11118966111864008672009-02-06T23:49:00.000+03:002009-02-06T23:51:41.823+03:00

The question is;is having had and lost really better than not having had at all?

Randalf Etherealnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034653623806639809.post-37682074606203027312008-09-22T18:20:00.003+03:002008-09-22T18:29:03.831+03:00

There comes a time when deeds must needs be done,When the heart dies, and one languishes in the ashes of cremated rapports.I have done my duty, lit the acquaintancy and watched it diminish into flickering embers.All I ask is you do yours, lie there still and not rock the urn.Isn't it but natural to defend yourself from that what harms?You once said you didn't want to hurt me...anymore.I once said

Randalf Etherealnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034653623806639809.post-25066712564865719672008-07-28T18:05:00.009+03:002008-07-28T21:56:40.380+03:00

There comes a time every month or so when a teenager feels too important to be bothered by mundane things like love. Yes, I do have a blog for inane ramblings like these but I feel like writing this over here so bear with me or die!Ten things that I've learnt this past month, the 10th being something I learnt today on NatGeo. I probably have too much time on my hands but since I've vowed to keep

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There are words within me, that beg stringing.Thoughts that demand attention.Shameful am I to have them.Thoughts of words I should not speak.Yet as the two of us, we have weathered far worse.What would be so tragic about admitting that we are no longer in love?When friendship grows into love...Too often I have to remind my fellows that we aren't friends, we are acquaintances. I have become, shall

Randalf Etherealnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034653623806639809.post-38153891205548143862008-07-15T20:47:00.001+03:002008-07-15T20:47:19.129+03:00

As I write this, I'm listening to Dido's "Life For Rent". I'm thinking, the weather is beginning to get to me. Fucking Nazi clouds. I'm a few similar days away from taking a bullet. But fuck it, I've met a woman. "Marry me for an hour, Maureen!" Her brand of perfume........My left hand begins to shake,I stare off into space.I like to feel her eyes on me when I look away. This passion is what you

Kennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034653623806639809.post-67493618746037303992008-07-15T08:22:00.000+03:002008-07-15T08:30:56.308+03:00

Intimacy?You know instinctively,that when she asks you to make love,you ask what page of the cookbook its on.

Kennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034653623806639809.post-87661407347623571432008-07-09T11:30:00.002+03:002008-07-28T18:03:02.537+03:00

Relapses into bouts of misery, relishing the anger, peppered by doubt. I have walked too far down loneliness to give up now...and you think you understand.

Randalf Etherealnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034653623806639809.post-51660093925758462342008-06-27T10:31:00.002+03:002008-06-27T10:37:12.033+03:00

I stripped your defences off you,slowlycautiously.And you never noticed until I left...when you were naked.

Randalf Etherealnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034653623806639809.post-87626031872509907612008-06-27T10:11:00.002+03:002008-06-27T10:29:18.952+03:00

The stars,dried my tears tonight.Have you ever cried so muchall you could do was cry some more?And when you tried to stop the blasted tears just wouldn't go?The moon,shared in my laughterthe day after.Have you ever laughed so muchyou couldn't stop the squealsand when you tried harderthe giggles turned to peals?THE END

Randalf Etherealnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034653623806639809.post-4036493552405617002008-05-28T20:37:00.007+03:002008-05-28T21:19:10.769+03:00

The hardest part was her letting me go. It tore her inside. I know. I saw. I see. And partly I blame me. You see, I refused to believe, like "there's no way she’s leaving me!" I made it much harder than it had to be. So inasmuch as am hurt, she’s more hurt than me."And the hardest partWas letting go not taking partYou really broke my heartAnd I tried to singBut I couldn't think of anythingAnd

Randalf Etherealnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034653623806639809.post-56875532460413790112008-05-25T15:54:00.007+03:002008-05-26T01:27:12.509+03:00

A New LoveI've been struggling with a load of unwanted love.Forgive me if I find your love foreign.Its just that, how can I give you all I have,When the feeling of being loved, to me, is forgotten?My HeartHeart felt too much, it couldn't bear.Heart held it in, no one cared.Heart gave all, got hurt and as such,Heart gave up feeling and learned how to touch.AcceptanceI give, you, all the little

Randalf Etherealnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034653623806639809.post-35976456855451753512008-05-25T15:10:00.002+03:002008-05-26T01:52:17.858+03:00

From day one,I heard the constant beat of my heartSimultaneously beat with the metronome.Call this a holy poem,Saintly guided.And tomorrow has comeTomorrow has come.These words are the makings of me.A simple blessingLike the Grace except life's what's on my plateNothings at stake,I live for today.Yet tomorrow has come,Tomorrow has come.Take off my mask and unveil yourself.I say what you lack

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