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