Ode to Frustration - 365 Days

PLEASE SCROLL TO THE BOTTOM, and Read from Day 1.


Day 5.

There exists a friend sticking closer than a brother

Friends and Motivational Baselines, and you are forced to get up again, lets stop being drones
Another day to hold the business together, believe me the power is within your earbud headphones
How its done: put your shades on to block the sun, and ignore all the words to focus on the baseline hum
Allow the words to merge with your soul and let your mind act out all the verbs and listen to your eardrum
Maybe not verbatim, because Lincoln said don't break the law anymore, but its still far from a paradigm
After while you would no longer walk, you will float and the world like a boat that lost its sail
In reality, you are simply thinking faster and paying attention to every last detail
Honestly, I don't see light at the end of the tunnel, but I will light a flambo till then


Day 4.

Exonerated Whiplash

Sirens and slow music, this morning was one of the coldest. Why did Adam listen to Eve
I need some slow motion music, as we play it over in slow motion in my mind.
I said, jump don't shoot! But its hunting season, so 5 shots to the heart. Jah Bomboolart!!!
I say, Stop lets loot! But its too early to riot, so 5 reasons we are apart. Mudda Rasclart!!!
Live Fast, Love faster and then run from the latter. Focus on your bread and butter
It pierces through thoughts and marrow, not like the bible, more like a blunt cutlass
Because at the end of love, there exists the screeching of tires and the exonerated whiplash


Day 3.

Thanks Britney 4 my Sanity

The morning after. Some old school outkast music, and a State of Emergency
A rainy day, gloomy but filled with hope. Her brown skin inspiring me to continue.
808's and Heartbreaks suddenly. Certainly. Evidently. Eventually. Consistently.
Clyde has turned into Mr. Hyde. Dr Jackel would have never seen it coming definitely.
A regular boy only his dreams and determination left, married to them clearly
Enough! the triple refrain reverb hums over the gloomy overtone and back to work
Decisions, public relations, a box of KFC somewhere in between and back to work

Day 2.

Whips, Chains and the gnashing of teeth. The cordial walk into the wall, head first.

The subsequent bleeding, the wheezing, the heavy breathing, the deep sea dive, head first.

That's the feeling which ate away at my subconscious and pumped my conscious into its deepest recesses

Surrounded by pretty girls, but none of them please me, my values, my immunity regresses

My hairline recedes with age, so I look at her brown skin and maybe I want her but something is missing

I miss about 2034 of the pieces for my left atrium and right cerebellum, I am sorry honey, no kissing

At least not until I pick up the pieces, all of them.

All that I could find as whatever I leave behind will be left behind forever

Day 1.

It hits me the hardest every morning, when I wake up and realise that those dreams are over

I am keenest when yawning, as the yawn somehow motivates my senses, it would stimulate

It leaves me cleanest when morning, the interior of my eyes are washed and rinsed till immaculate

Tragedy has been embedded in our lives, and no roller coaster comes with out thrills and spills

But somehow I feel that connectivity could happen wherever electricity is generated by windmills

Sometimes the window simply does not blow, and all the kings horses and all the kings men

Would never be able to put humpty dumpty back together again. Alas, its classic

That story of the victim being victimized and the plaintiff, playing the defendant. Its tragic

Ode to Frustration: Story of my Life

I got 99 problems and all of them bitches, I got 100 solutions and all of them songs
The one thing that never really changes is the music... until I had to face it
Interesting how it sounds so melodious when thumping in your ears
Until one day the music slaps you in the face and says face me bitch and suddenly no one cares
I hope one day to drown my sorrows in the  Chatta Hoochee River and alleviate all fears
This time it may be a little too loud even for my ears, and this time no one else hears
So imagine you sit in a crowded room and only you can hear your life screaming for help
And everyone else watches you cringe and onlookers proclaim that pressure is something you can't take
Meanwhile pressure bus pipes, but this ain't pressure. This is insanity. This is profanity. This is infidelity. This is blasphemy.
This time your mother in law may just put you in jail instead of bailing you out, if you fulfill the prophecy
Ironic that this is not what I expected as Dad made the prophecy once upon a time ago

Blurring out of existence 

Regardless of what I think he has half my genes and can still fit in my jeans
So I did fail at the game of life? I never got Married, I can't find my wife!
I left it all behind and it has lead straight to disaster? Maybe not this life.
Not everything thing that shines will be golden, don't let em fool you
I shout, I explain, I am brazen. Still life teaches lessons and this one is gonna school us.
I miss dreaming till your eyes are beaming and it wakes you up as I understand only time sits between my dreams and reality
I think this is a universal idea however this comes after that the blood sweat and tears of three years
The burning desire to take these three E-s and fly overseas and prosper
Someone shot me! Actually I shot myself. Now I need a doctor!
Calming down riots, standing in court rooms, working in my own sweat shop
Should life dictate for me that disaster looms and all rewards from these efforts must stop
I ask kindly for an opportunity to be Ken Sambury. Truthfully, this is me. Always busy.
I don't want grape juice! Orange, passion fruit, sour sup even. Give the grapes to the duck, I'd take lemonade
Make it extra sour so I can squeeze success into haterade punch and we would all drink to that
I have got some missions that nobody can see, so I ask you please, kindly, believe in me
Just for this moment, I will make the best of this opportunity as I refuse to see it coming
So I may just go crazy so that I would never have to look again and take the strain
Not my strain, but I can't stand that look. That look. The one you are giving me right now.
The one that says, If I only knew, actually If I only know I would change the past for a better future somehow
When in between a rock and a hard place, it will be difficult for the egg to turn into a bird and climb out
But it would be impossible for the egg to learn to fly.

Awesomeness

Haters shake my hands but I keep the sanitizer on deck,
Yesterday the world turned but I stopped turning with it,
Now grinding to a halt is actually harder than you think, when upset
Yesterday the friction under my feet as my legs stood immovable
Lit a fire under between my toes, and is still brewing beneath my feet
I can't stand the rain, but somehow I manage to stand the heat
Managing the pain, I channel this energy from the spontaneous combustion
Nothing done in vain, harnessed properly I have a source of propulsion
I let my arrogance be the steam to power my dream
Its not necessary for you to believe, once I do it may seem
Remember, once I launch you will see it too, and you will also believe
Littered with counter arguments and despair I'd need a last bit of awesomeness
Glittered with bright ideas which shine for all to see, I'd need a last bit of awesomeness

If heaven was a Mile away

Maybe I have been listening to more get up and dance, and less sit down and think music
Maybe I have been caught in a re occurring trance, and my mind is shouting "QUICK, don't LOSE IT"
Whatever it is, I have not done this for a while but in between the nostalgia of 2010 and the hopes of 2011
I remain a student of life, learning how to do this thing, because everyone dies but not everybody lives
So in a quest to maintain this life, I return to my mental fortitude, sitting in my corner house rocking chair
With my right ear pressed firmly against the ground, listening closely for any sound I may hear
This moment is tense, rife with emotion as each passing footstep sends enough echoes to beat my ear drums into a full symphony
As the rhythm of these ear drums relate to my thoughts emotions melt my pride away and leave me in a dull melancholy
Its the pain of seeing the future crumble, but its worse than seeing it falling. It is more than hearing it coming
With my ear firmly transfixed focused on the subterranean sounds, I feel it coming

to be continued....

No More Boring Nightlife!

In a valiant effort to help you guys, I am offering the opportunity to buy a concept, theme or a combination of both for your event. Starting today, Friday 3rd December, 2010. No more bursting your brains and naming your event after a song you heard, for want of a better name. No more wondering how could I possibly attract people to my event. People want more than wine and jam within four walls. People want something different, they want to be wowed, they want to have something to talk about, something to look forward to other than that Mavado they play all the time\everyday. 

For example: Say you have a party called "Bottle and Spoon" with a breakfast, jouvert theme. I will source the paint, relevant decorations, speak to the relevant men of mas, moko jumbies, fire-breathers etc and hire the best mix of these to effectively create your atmosphere of Jouvert.

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Concept: an abstract or general idea inferred or derived from specific instances. We define concept to be the activity or the action in and surrounding a particular event. eg. Dresscode, Water Trucks with water hoses etc all form parts of the concept. Concepts include: Mardi Gras (beads, masks), Water Party(patrons wear bathing suits and get sprayed with water) etc.

Theme: a unifying idea that is a recurrent element in literary or artistic work; "it was the usual `boy gets girl' theme". We define theme as the general gist of the event. eg. Lighting, Set up, decor, Entertainment all contribute to the theme of the night. Themes include: A Retro Theme, A Carnival Ole Mas Theme etc. 

Basically the concept is the VERB(depicts action, like free drinks before 12) and the theme is the NOUN.

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Learning to Fly

So today was another flight lesson. 
The event this time was Red Bull Air Race, the university series. We sat and planned all evening the previous day, I even meditated over a hearty meal of Japs, but somehow everything didn't flow one into the other on the day itself.

Woke up early this morning, around 5.30am to a nasty alergic reaction to the dust buildup in the carpet. Forced myself up and into the living room for the next half hour of morning rest. Rising simultaneously and gradually with the sun I was able to shake off the sleepy-ness caked on my face. After hygiene-ments, Two ounces of Facebook, Two pounds of that project-which-was-due-last-week and my kid sized Red Bull Energy Shot and I was ready to go and felt like working by 9am.

Stealing my way out of the house, past my sleeping brethren Nesta Boxill, directly to the barbershop. Not exactly the barbershop, the brethren who owns a mechanical trimmer and has some experience as a barber. Here the conversation massaged my head more than the blade as we spoke of diabolical plans to fly miniature planes over people's heads.

One Priority Bus Route to the heart of town, stopping by the doubles man as man must not live by Red Bull alone. A rasta doubles man, a queer sight to say the least, but alas.. lets give him a try. Let the black people strive as they say. Halfway into my doubles and a rasta strand of hair peaked back and me and said "yuh wha some channa or wha?". O.o Well my high spirit was put on pause just long enough for me to show the proprietor the hair in my food. I made sure this was done as conspicuously as possible. Only after walking off, behind the kid cudi still in heavy rotation on itunes, I thought.. wait.. maybe the hair in my doubles came from all the hair on my clothes from the barbershop.. "orrrrrr horrrrr"

In school, and already in my.. I mean the guild's office. Asking Mickel and his VP for the list of Air Race Pilots and Spectators was like asking my mother to find my playstation games. Yes she saw it, and knows what they look like but she never has a clue where I put them. I eventually got the list of pilots when Kristoff the sports representative arrived. With further ado (not without, with) we proceeded to the maxi. Maxi man Bernard a far cry from Bodow, but as Tishana would say... "this works"

Finally in UWI. Puttin up Pylons, looking for my incumbent girl friend, carrying students to the planes and ducking requests for free Red Bull on delivery service .. fun things. Eventually I collected a buff for random in discrepancies in some political issues involving a crazy Valsayn woman. In-between the conversation I took little mental notes on how to fly this thing. I'd try to stay in the air longer next time.

Our Goal is to Fly Not Land!

Red Bull University Air Race 2010 / University of the West Indies St.Augustine, Engineering
Undercroft.

The goal is to fly, not land

The Red Bull Remote Control Air Race University Championship is a miniature version of the
international Red Bull Air Race. The objective is to navigate an aerial race track featuring air-
filled pylons in the fastest possible time incurring as few penalties as possible.

The Red Bull Air Race consists of the following flying sessions; Training, Qualifying and top 5.
In all sessions only 1 pilot races at a time.

There are two categories for the November 2010 University championship, category 1 – Best
Creative Plane – in which students would receive a naked plane in which they would have to
design themselves. Category 2 Best Air Race Flight, in which the students would get to fly
already, crafted planes. But a word of warning: The goal is to fly, not to land.

The University champion will be determined for the 1st time at a location convenient for all University
Students to attend. A selection of students, whose university ID serves as a license to fly, will have the
chance for an unforgettable adventure in aviation.

All it takes is coordination, feeling out your planes, thus the reason for the training rounds and a
determination to win. It’s of secondary importance what form of stance students take when the plane
takes off from the hand. All forms of assistance or devices are allowed.

Meditating, tinkering and testing the aerodynamics are what needs to be done for the creative round.
All forms of assistance or supplementary devices are forbidden in the Best Air Race Flight category.
Solely with the “Creative planes“are the hobby engineers allowed to use scissors, glues and other
materials.

Do you want to take off too? Do you think you’ve know the best way to fly a remote control plane?
Or do you have the creative skill it takes in designing your own plane. If you do, then sign up now.
Registration runs from 10am-12pm Thursday 25th November at The University of The West Indies,
under the Engineering Undercroft. The 1st plane takes flight promptly at 1pm.

Take Flight!!!!