The Dawn: a Poet's Poetic Sojourn

Hush, hush, just rush; where to?... Unknown, just want to leave the sordid zone. Paul brings Ann up into the fray, "Oh shit! Oh shit!!"... Could hear her say. With heavy heart, I tried to hide the tear-bag just below my eyes. Damn! All the while Ann knew the trade... Sped off, am staged and mocked again.

Quickened their feet to match my pace, t'was like we all were in a race. "Slow down, my man!" Paul screams aloud, exhausted from my frantic bounce. With teary eyes, gazed at the sky, so dark, no single star in sight. Why me? Why me?? Could hear the wind echo the whisper of my lips.

Ann tried some words to comfort me, like what in hell could those words be? "It may just not be what you think"... Yeah right! Please pass and let me breathe! How stupid did she make me feel? OK, might just be "night" vigil? Damn, anyways, we trot along, Dave's party noise flares from beyond.

The venue bubbles as we reached, some hefty bouncers; fierce and mean. Stepped up to clear ourselves and wow!!!... Into the party dome we go. In there, we partied; lots of fun... Just watch Dave Duamlong strut his stuff. Straight up... mad drinking through the night, will feed my eyes till morning light.

Oh No, it's Dave the celebrant... Coming for me and sure to rant. Tracey's my IV here, you see; not here? Might have to take my leave. "OK" he said, "You know the drill... No Tracey?... Oya, rise and flee" Oh Dave... My guy! So drunk and high, must leave before he hits the sky.

Oh what a night's turned out to be, thrown out into the darkened street. Mind warped and drifting through the wind, my room! my room!! Oh where at thee? The path seem strange and weary now, I'm high on wine, don't laugh... Or frawn! Hey look, the floor's rising to me.... Gbosaaa!!! Great stars, twinkles I see!

OK, so where the heck am I, I can't be drunk... No way, a lie! The floor retreats, am on my feet... *light bulb*, who pushed the floor at me? Staggered my way right back on track, Now see the path that takes me back. It's 3am, am off to crash. Hic! Hic!! Forget this night of trash.

Hey wait, what's that across the field? The female dome? Now that's the key. I must be close; just nine more poles and I'll be home to wear my robe. My grieving soul!!! The lovers' zone... That's where I last saw Tracey "Stone". She must have gone to sleep... For real. Curious, I Peeked... MY GOD! Spank meeeeeeeeeee!!!

... Personal Inspiration and Motivational Poetry Collection

Epilogue:

The Rude Awakening: a Poet’s Poetic Sojourn

Oh, I get it!!! She’s dressed for me… now fit to hit the party stream. Some drugs she took must’ve worked so soon; won’t mind to have such in my room. My hands aloft, put up a show… Trying to catch her attention so. Jumped up and down, joined by Mad Paul; the distance stretched… She moved along.

My gracious me!!! She’s dressed to kill… No pain again, just frills and thrills. I’m short of words, a speechless dumb… Could see but seem just like a dream. What wondrous drug could’ve calmed the dust; a while ago she moaned and fussed. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad she’s up… Just bear with me; in shock, that’s all.

She didn’t see us as we waved; a sudden smile across my face. I felt so cool just watching Paul, drooling from Tracey’s awesome shorts. Excitedly I moved to meet my darling Tracey by a tree. I guessed she changed her mind and tried to take me on just by surprise.

A rude awakening beckons me as I moved towards her shadow spree. “Hunk” Hunk”… Car horn directs her path through grassy patch where it was parked. She hopped into a waiting car right in the darkened lover’s park. It dawned on me… Been played for real, witnessed a clip not meant for me.

I froze, so stiff… I couldn’t move, what transpired had just flipped my mood. I stare so deep into the dark, right where the dubious car was parked. It was so dark; dull lights of sort; knocks out the “bible study” thoughts. I’ve been a fool, am so bemused… How long have I been tricked and used?

Before my eyes, two shadows meet, within the car… Embrace for real. "What’s going on?"... You want a speech? You big “moron”! Stay there and frisk! Some subtle kiss and cautious peek; pinned down the doors, reclined the seats. I guess it’s time for her to "preach", “Within the dark?” Oh Yeah! You freak!

How could this be? So much deceit… The shame; my pals were there to see. I’m in a trance… exposed by chance; Oh Gosh, I wished I’d never… Damn! Amidst my pensive sordid state, behind, soft hands across my face. I’m blinded but it’s all a game… Guess who? Its Ann... Now out to play.

If only she could read my mind; what I’ve been put through by her kind. She’d know best not to grin or smile, my heart bleeds but could cope just fine. Not in the mood for fun and games, Mad Paul could read that from my face. “Hi Ann, what’s up?” I said, so flogged. Let’s go, let’s go… Left in a rush.

... Personal Inspiration and Motivational Poetry Collection

Epilogue:

A Pie of Lies: a Poet’s Poetic Sojourn

My eyes popped out as she explained, from tale to tale, she tied the trail. Defensive twist of mottled lies; convinced she’d served a perfect pie. “Went there to make a call” she claimed… “My Uncle’s place at park view lane”. That’s quite a call; all through the night, “Uncle” indeed… What treacherous plight.

She rants to push my case aback and turns defense into attack. I’m so bemused by twist of tunes; now seem I am the one accused. Oh yes she knows my buttons well, with time she puts my fears to rest. How smart she was; or so she thought, her mangled face, I’m forced to clot.

Apologies from me to her; “accused her wrongly”… That’s the catch. Could see all through her feeble yarns but chose to tag along with her. Who could resist that lustful touch? Just quit the fuss… I’m in her clutch. Fulfilled, she gave that soothing smile, a sweet warm hug… We’re back in line.

As days go by, more shocking blur; disturbing mysteries rocks my core. Contradictory sail, defensive wail; exposed by lies to fix stale tales. Beyond the veil I felt her pain, deep down could see her pride in chains. She’d never wished for me to know; tried all so hard, but shot her toes.

Then came that birthday night for Dave, Tracey and I had planned to grace. She came to me in so much pain, “can’t make the party”… She exclaimed. “Not in this state”, I had concurred, will have to go with her accord; “You go alone and have some fun, I’ll take some drugs, then try to slump.”

She rose and made her way to lay, straight path, right down the pile of hay. Quiver with fever as we move, escorted her back to her room. Back at my base, was so enslaved as Tracey’s messed up state replays. Felt kind of sad with all the snag, not keen to wave the party flag.

Mad Paul had jerked me off from bed, his usual self… So full of stress. “I need to pick my babe”, he said… “Escort me there before you rest.” “Oh please, not there again”, I said, “the female dome? Just back from there! Escorted Tracey off to bed, I need to lay and rest my head.”

Oh well, am there again with Paul, let’s say he filled my bed with thorns. It’s late, we’d sent for Ann… Paul’s “babe”, strolled to a darkened zone to wait. We’d barely sat to wait for Ann; a shadowy figure strut the flank. She’s fully dressed to rock the night, a closer look… Tracey!!! I’m blank.

... Personal Inspiration and Motivational Poetry Collection

Epilogue:
Sorry, I've been off for a while and glad to be back... I guess I stretched the break for the season of love too long ;-). "A Pie of Lies"... Eight in the series... "A Poet's Poetic Sojourn" which started with “The Retro Journey Begins”. It basically showcases the spiralling effect of lies once started; you'll have to lie to cover up another lie and this goes on until you're engulfed. By this time the truth is made obvious by your "life of lies", the crumbling aftermath can be devastating. Be true to yourself and be appreciated for WHO YOU ARE and not what people expect you to be.

The Revelation: A Poet’s Poetic Sojourn

Once in a while she’ll wail and cry, to try and carve her wish on mine. She’d seldom try to push her luck; maybe we could just tweak the “law”. These made me feel so insecure, what’s with this “hot and cold” galore? I thought her faith was so genuine… Trusted so much was so in tune.

I tried my best or so I thought. Behind closed doors, it’s quite a shock; as Tracey presses home her wants… “Just once”… “Stop it!!” … Oh what a ruse. Sometimes I’d give in; all for love… Don’t get me wrong, wanted it more. We’d seldom loose our head with fun… I get the blame when all is done.

Imagine how you’d feel et al, when all you get is “What’ve YOU done”? Self guilt, the devil… “What da heck!” to think she’d started it at first. Made up my mind to end the stress and put this whole “love lust” to rest. Never again! I had declared will I join her in “sinful” flares.

Each day I’m puzzled by the maze, sometimes I’d wonder… “Why the craze”? She could as well just end it all, that way she’d face her “new life” call. No way! Not Tracey Salvador, she had her ways mapped out like law. Wanted so much to keep her man, brainwashing tricks was all she planned.

Best of both worlds she plot and got, loved her too much to even budge. She’d even got me off to church, believe by faith; was touched by God. Once we were vain and prone to lust, but then I grew in faith; could stall. The trust and love waxed on so strong, amazing grace; lived above lust.

Days went; then weeks, stuck to my guns… She knew I meant it now; no wrongs! Impressed with how willpower had grown; gradually put a stop to moan. Her visits dropped, night calls on hold; claimed “busy life” had made it so. Then came news flash; unholy ones, my guards are rocked; a rose with thorns.

I heard so much but still kept mute, just can’t believe… It can’t be true! “I know her more than they could know”? Wake up! Young man… Just learn and grow. Seem much went down behind my back, funny how you’re the last to grasp. Blinded by trust and placid faith, I chose to shake it off like flakes.

Then came that gloomy night in May; popped in some rumors as we played. Startled, unsettled, quite displaced… Tracey broke down to my dismay. “You knew??? My God!!! I can explain!!!” her loads of tales were all so lame. Turns out that all I heard replayed, that flushed my trust right down the drain.

... Personal Inspiration and Motivational Poetry Collection

On to the next episode: "A Pie of Lies"

Epilogue:
Eight in the series... ”A poet’s poetic sojourn” which started with “The Retro Journey Begins”. "The Revelation" simply confirms the saying that "not all that glitter is gold". As long as we're all human, we're subject to changes with respect to our immediate environment. Trust is a strong word... What you "trusted" yourself NOT to ever do ten years ago... Can you truely say you still "trust" yourself enough NOT to do it now?? The story continues...

Born Against: A Poet’s Poetic Sojourn

A relationship had started, a love bond sealed; one I thought my life would need. It was good, went well and all was “swell”… But all good start comes to an end. I gave her my life; she WAS my life, understanding with trust… Could be my wife. No day goes by; she’s by my side… “Without you, love, I’ll shrink and die”.

Yeah right! Good line; “I’ll shrink and die” Like I was dead before we met. No man can make his life your own, take heed my friends… Control your throne. Well, anyways, back to my lines… “Without you, love… I’ll shrink and die”. Emotions clouded brain release… What else could’ve made me say such things?

We’d built an envious life with ease; the type the world puck nosed to see. Accepted by our family tree… Integrity was all there is. This made for jealous frills and tricks, some people just can’t stand your peace. They tried to break the bond we share; we were too much in love to care.

Days went by, love knew no bounds… “Hear says” and rumors all around. We had so much going for us, to hell with all the rumor gongs. Within a year we’d gone that far, who’d thought we’d ever stay apart. But then came fears of being secured… some girls dared her; wanted my love.

Take this from me, lovers out there… What you don’t know won’t make you growl. But when your instinct starts to probe, follow the flow, the truth unfolds. Most times your fears’ be brought to bear; right up your face, exposed and clear. So, if you cannot stand the “smoke”… Stay off the kitchen bloke… You’ll choke!

She took a step of faith to wage… A war against the savaged dames, “A step of FAITH” without bargain… She chose and claimed she’s “born again”. New rules she brought into the play… French kiss and sex… Out of the way! Her aim… To get me in the game, that way those dames can’t hit their craze.

Wanted so bad to make it work, she stretched me till “thy kingdom come”. True love cannot be swayed by frails, accept it all for peace to reign. But please, just let me be “myself”; pretentious life could lead to shame. Respect her new found way of life, but let me take my path in strides.

This wave of difference caged our flow; communication gap begins to grow. Turns out she’d often want my touch… Pretentious blocks won’t make her talk. Sometimes she’d try to break the code; her human want would take control. I’m always there to help… “Say No”, turns out I’d helped to stage revolt.

... Personal Inspiration and Motivational Poetry Collection

On to the next episode: "The Revelation"

Epilogue:
Seventh in the series... ”A poet’s poetic sojourn” which started with “The Retro Journey Begins”. "Born Against" reveals a deceitful religious method of getting your man to stay faithful to you. Communication breakdown is more often than not... The root of problems in a relationship. The journey continues... watch out for more!

The First Kiss: A Poet’s Poetic Sojourn

I held her close, our warmth … Co-host; it drove the cold beyond the coast. Oh tears appear, just can’t repel, emotions true… our guards diffuse. Wrapped up in two; like lovers do… Could see my dreams are coming true, we slowly fade away with grace… Into the darkened night we sway.

“The feeling is mutual”… I recollect; her last few scribbles before she wrecked. My Gosh! Had dreamt, had wished and cranked… But all these while she craved my hands. My hands, my hands, those plastic hands, lay stiff around her waist… Like plank. She’d put it there to boost my moves, foiled in a plan for me to smooch.

I tried to slip my hands away, not used to this; felt kind of strange. She knew and grabbed it … Uh! So close. “Hold me”… She said… Ecstatic mode. I pinched my butt so I could feel; could be a dream… This can’t be real. Arms wrapped around Tracey… So free? Oh my… “That hurts”… It’s real! It’s real!!

We crept right back to Paul’s Abode… The night was cold… Out of control. Snuggled inside to warm our feet, a cup of tea? Ah… that’s the trick! Secret admirer tales exchanged, could hardly stare… Not face to face. Moved close, her fingers starts to play… “Oh floor, please give and make a way”.

Slowly, she lifted up my chin; I saw those eyes and lush red lips. My heart had stopped; can’t feel my pulse… Oh lord, come down… I need your touch! I tried to talk; can’t find the words, spell bound, the moment holds me down. Don’t talk, relax and let it flow… Could hear the message of my soul.

Closer, I felt her facial loom, erotic fumes of her perfume. She gazed with sparsely opened eyes, her message sank deep down inside. I flipped my tongue across my lips, to wet its crackled funny feel. Seems like I’m in a fix for real… A mighty gulp of nothing … Wimp!

It’s time, it’s time… It’s really time; my tangled life tries to unwind. It’s been so long, I’ve hoped and lust… right here and now… Adrenaline rush! My dead bone comes to life to play, my fingers shocks my eyes… Display. So soft a touch, our lips are crushed… A long and memorable kiss enthralls.

So deep, the kiss… The lull and feel, it was everything I’d wished within. My first love kiss… Oh what a thrill but... Shush!!! Don’t let her know this… Please. Lifeless she laid… My arms embrace… My sudden burst of guts… She praise. Eulogized my touch and gentle ways… Now, “who’s the man”? I hear you say…

... Personal Inspiration and Motivational Poetry Collection

On to the next episode: "Born Against"

Epilogue:
Sixth in the series... ”A poet’s poetic sojourn” which started with “The Retro Journey Begins”. "The First Kiss" Hmmm... Need I say more??? The journey continues... watch out for more!

Confessions: A poet’s Poetic Sojourn

The lights were dimmed but I could see… The frame, that face… Just like my dreams. She lay supreme in red satin… Oh my! This girl has come to kill. Her Hair and lovely skin reflects… The mellow rays the lamps project. Radiance, aglow… Name it… She’s dope. No room for gloom… Perform? You Snoop!!!

Oh, by the way, kudos!!!... Must say. “He” surely did his best this day… Good work Mad Paul… Was so impressed! Great songs, right mood… I must confess. Now on to where I was and then… Now where was I? Em… Um … Oh yeah!!! The room… I’m trapped within… no ruse. Just face to face... Destiny looms!

Perplexed, I struggled with the door, just trying to buy some time for sure. Alluring voice… “Come here, don’t fret”… Gave in… Exhaled … I turned… Oh heck!!! “Sit here”… She points a space by her… I drift and shift till we were latched. Persists… Resist… the mind game starts… Questions, answers… build up to facts.

She tried her best to spark a chat… Pretentious me… My tongue was wacked… “Yes” or “No”… my one-line tag… What’s up with that? Wake up! You slack. You dream awake in thoughts all day… now here’s your play… face it and crave. Might be that one last chance you’ve got… To make or break… Give it a thought.

Thanks for the push… I’ll make my move… Go now, don’t wait… Your time to snooze. Two lovers, cool… but three? A crowd. Turns out, you are the crowd… No doubt. A burn, a yearn to speak, I sense, so much to let out… With finesse. Looked up, eyes meet… a smile… Consent… “Let’s take a walk”… She said… Ah… yes!!!

But wait, Mad Paul… He’s got the keys. He locked us in and went to sleep. Just when I heaved to scream for him… Door opens up… She had the keys! She took my hands, I felt her Touch. So warm sends chills right through my pulp. With starry eyes, her lips so lush… Save me, save me… before I blush.

She gazed right through my heart and soul… could feel her probe my inner dome. Shattered, she knew… my crush and love… gave me a hug… “Let’s go… don’t talk". A long and silent walk ensues… to points unknown… just roam and moan. Romantic night, star studded skies…at last… a slab… we sat to chat.

“I see you’re shy… you don’t talk much”… that much she knew… so much for words. She flips a pen, scribbling commence. In turn we put our thoughts to test. That’s where we laid it all to bare… our crush, our dreams… Unite… Confess. Her last few lines “I love you so…” She cracks… In tears… Love stole the show.

... Personal Inspiration and Motivational Poetry Collection

On to the next episode: "The First Kiss"

Epilogue:
Fifth in the series... … ”A poet’s poetic sojourn” which started with “The Retro Journey Begins”. "Confessions" showcases an ingenious means of communication... especially for the shy folks. It's been in practice for ages but came to the rescue in the line of fire. The journey continues... watch out for more!

The Conspiracy: A poet’s Poetic Sojourn

The silence is deafening, anxiety… perspiring. Big wimp can’t talk… Could hear my thoughts. Suspended, a statue with pounding heart… Shy Guy! Shy Guy!! Oh please… Don’t start!!! Suddenly, a flare of music fills the air… So shocked, it almost took my breath… I’ll turn it up, so you could hear… listen, relate, the music plays…

“…I’ve been doing my own thing; love has finally found a way just having bad timing…”

Oh great, my tape… what time to play. Track two on queue gave me away… I could have stayed… No noise… Delayed. Just maybe “they” would go away. Now dazed, “they” know am in… They stayed. They lay and wait… Trapped in a cage. How true, the lyrics flow in tune… “Oh tell me if you want me to…”

Not you! Read on… You teasing freak. Who knows, mind tricks… may not be real. KNOCK! KNOCK!!... It’s REAL!!!... My Gosh… despair. There goes my guts… tiptoe… repel. Can’t stand and face this task tonight, just have to fade away and hide. I’ll face this war another day… Oh damn, the window’s bars… Exhale.

“Who’s there”? I growled, composed… With style, pretending all was cool and right. But no reply gave me the fright… Oh dear! Oh dear!!... Tracey tonight? I felt a cold sweat down my spine, towards the door… heart skips and grind. Can’t stand this torture anymore… Come on, go on… The Door! The Door!!

Relax, don’t shove; my race… Not yours. I carefully opened up the door. My mouth agape, I stare amazed… Alas, Mad Paul… His devious grace! “Gotcha”! “Gotcha”!! He screamed aloud. Breath held so high… Could touch the cloud. How could he toy with me like this? Just can’t believe… I fell for it.

“Chill out”! He said… “Care for a drink”? Am crossed… No words… Went for a leak. Hmm… sweet relief… “Mad Paul can kill”… Ok, “On you”! The drinks… A deal. “But first” he said… “Please get my keys… just down the hall… my room… Go quick”. “I’ll take a leak… I need the ease… right here when done is where we’ll meet".

Stump down the hall to get the keys… His sweet red Jeep… Oh what a thrill. We’ll cruise and groove the campus breeze. That sure could soothe the way I feel. Barged in, no fuss… the door unlocks. Straight up the table… Grabbed the pouch. Oh gracious scent… a woman’s flare… Low and behold… Tracey!!! I froze!

Em, em, I… Ummm… I’m lost for words. Nice one! Mad Paul… Got me for sure. Could hear giggles outside the room… Click! Click!! Paul locks me in… I’m doomed. I turned and smiled… behold… a gem. The one, my love, my dream… I melt. “Relax my dear”… She said… serene. Hey guys… Time out… Free me... Release.

... Personal Inspiration and Motivational Poetry Collection

On to the next episode: " Confessions"

Epilogue:
Forth in the series… ”A poet’s poetic sojourn” which started with “The Retro Journey Begins”. "The Conspiracy" reveals the plot to get the author to meet with his dreams. The journey continues... watch out!
*** Lyrical extract from Groove Theory: Tell me

Bated Breath: A Poet’s Poetic Sojourn

Yawn, yawn, more yawns… Oh digidy yawn, my mouth so wide, could stuff a ton. Woke up messed up, my head... those drums. Bathtub, great munch… Yeah! Back in form! Straight up to where I left you off, I had to sleep… Don’t you agree? I tossed and turned all through the night… Tracey! Tracey!! Till morning light.

Nightmare or dreams… Just couldn’t sleep, my head sure need some cool relief. A shot or two could do the trick… drink devil you, stay clear… Retreat!! But why all these heart troubling flakes, been two long years for heaven’s sake… I need to break away… Someday, could help… just let it out today.

It all started like a sordid smoke… Me, bloke… In love? Oh what a joke! “Single and free”; my tag for real, deep down… Guts failed me… Shush… Don’t squeal! A relationship, I craved… So warm, so deep… Just couldn’t bring myself to speak. That “girl-shy” thing… Weakness; my chill… Don’t tease… T’was then, not now… You clown.

That warm and dusty summer tide, two years ago, one campus night, remains my memory jolting smear… the day I laid it all to bear. Mad Paul had busted in my room, his mission? “Foolproof”… you’ll know that soon. Paul said “She’s coming tonight live”… “Who Paul”? I asked… “Tracey!!!”… Delight!

I laughed it all off … razzmatazz… though hoping it will come to pass. You see, Mad Paul was known for trash, can’t trust his words… mischief attached. “Get out of here… you bunch of lies… go tell that to the toilet flies”. We’ve never talked, just hi’s and byes, so, why the heck’s she coming by?

Chronicle Paul reveals his plot; He’d gone to “kiss and tell” my crush… Now Tracey plans to come for sure… Oh God, oh gosh… my farting butt! I quizzed and gored at Paul at will… Eye popping Tracey’s tale… unveils. “Who send you message”??? I exclaimed… Shivers, my knees can’t hold again.

Its 7:00pm right on the dot… still hope Mad Paul might’ve called a bluff… Dressed up, scented, tensed up and stuff… could hear my heart beat “budeebuum”. Now wait, this madness’ gone too far… she’s just a girl… can’t be that hard. I’ll stand; I’ll face right up to her… Yeah right! Run off… You big shy rat.

Laid back, Paul’s words kept reeling though…. He said “Tracey so love you too”. She’d tried her best to play the game; I was too shy… Oh crying shame. Now Paul had gone to make a way, tonight, right now… Is judgment day. Come rain and shine, I’ll face my fate… KNOCK! KNOCK!!... OH GOSH… Silence… Please wait.

... Personal Inspiration and Motivational Poetry Collection

On to the next episode: "The Conspiracy"

Epilogue:
Third in the series... … ”A poet’s poetic sojourn” which started with “The Retro Journey Begins”. "Bated Breath" pretty much explains itself. The journey continues... watch out!

The Mind Drift: A Poet’s Poetic Sojourn

“Oh thanks a lot” I replied, warped up. “Was lost in thoughts… Ah, here’s your bucks”. Some sultry gulps and waves of sort, I rose… No more!!! Before I flop.
Staggered my way up stairs debased… Oh shush! Not drunk… Can't you relate? So dazed I dropped in bed or clay. The day was made... Unto daybreak.

Awake in bed, fagged out, I gazed... The ceiling haze, spins like a tape. Illusion waves appears again… Oh heck! leave me!! You piece of shame. I close my eyes to lock my mind; maybe this move will stop the vibes. I tried, I cried, imprisoned mind, no way in sight… Brace up and fight.

Now where am I? In Trans or flight? Amazing grace, oh what a sight. I found myself on dusty path, a student, in school… What??? Damn! yeah right! I walked the smooth but dusty road, to school for sure that path I know. A joint, Main gate… Oh friends of mine, so bored in school, trying to unwind.

Swell joint it was, the school was dry; on break, but chose to stay and play. Or was it lack of transport fare? No way! No Way!! Not with this flare. Sweet snooker shots, gyration floor… the DJ dropped new jams that rocked. The mood was right for fun tonight, I joined… hey such is campus life.

It’s over, we’re done and it’s time to go… The school gate beckons across the road. Whistles and drunken laugher flows, drunk Dave threw up… You wasted bloke. We’d barely crossed the school’s main gate, I noticed; romantic shadow play. It’s a dark star studded evening sky… Oh mine! Oh mine!! As cool as ice.

Romancing on a mould or slab… That much, my hazy eyes could grab. That slab, oh yes… The same old slab, where Tracey and I had first love chat. Two years have gone, seem like today, memories still lingers, hard to sway. My love, my life, my crimson tide… Savoring the moment…Silence... recline.

Engulfed in silence, unperturbed, we move towards the hostel’s lounge. I kept the couples scene in view, as it fades in dawning morning dew. They whisper sweet nothings in the air as the night breeze rustle the dry brown leaves, under my feet, but do they care???... Marooned in their world, closed up… Won't share.

Mind drifts again… Oh what a shame. Now Tracey takes the center stage. A relationship, I held aloft for real, it pained my soul to think t’was frill. A memorable time it was… No beef, had fun, great runs… Hmmm… Sex appeal. Ok, Ok… Get on with it??? Fagged out for now… Would sleep then speak...

... Personal Inspiration and Motivational Poetry Collection

On to the next episode: "Bated Breath"

Epilogue:
Second in the series… ”A poet’s poetic sojourn” which started with “The Retro Journey Begins”. “The Mind Drift” chronicles the dynamism of the human mind. If put to good use, you could “soar on eagles wings”… The mind is a powerful force… that which makes or mar you… put that force to good use or watch and waste your youth away… the choice is yours, be firm and strong. The journey continues… keep reading.

The Retro Journey Begins: A Poet’s Poetic Sojourn

That period again, the yuletide! Periods to retro twist your mind. Sober reflections, oh I must mention… The highs and lows, success, sorrows. I made the best of the Christmas day, an opportunity, I reckon, to sleep or play.
Then came, the call… Time for the mall. Great fun for all… Was thrilled for sure.

I lodged in a nice hotel in style, to cap the daylong freaky miles. Time for some snacks and drinks; unwind… Straight to the pool I went… Reclined. Now alone, mind-boggling zone, my head tries retro-life bemoan. I fought it off with tricks I mustered... Drinks! More drinks!! Oh what a cluster.

Made hurried friends to quench the drench, loneliness, I guess might be the trench. It worked… For a while, drinks, jokes and smiles, then came rainfall, all ran… The hall. The session continues… Unperturbed. Gibbering rubbish… Booboo galore. CNN reports from a tube above, seem quite so far, alcohol filled curve.

The news! The news!! Oh yes the news… Kept blaring in my ears… Enthused. I turned to stare with awesome glare… Message of hope, beyond compare.
Now I’m glued, to the newfound tube, contrasting news leaves me confused. Gradually it sank, I listened in, my eyes and ears in disbelieve. What news? What news??… You may enthuse, I leave your mind and thoughts to rouse.

So wrapped, I starred in space, transfixed, was set adrift on memory bliss. That force, that thing that led to drinks, hits me with ease, I can’t resist. The gist and jokes now seem so far, bewildered, a sultry world apart. Pictures unfold in space with ease, memories indeed, are made of these.

I saw the good, bad, ugly and sad… Uuuuh, it made me feel so glad. To think I’ve made it well this far… Hmmm, oh what a past I’ve had. It’s been so long, my devious self, I saw so clear, could touch and shelf. The “naughties”, the tricks… Deceitful spree… The “girl shy” tags… Giggles attack

Adrift I went in search for more, my past unfolds, just can’t repose. Oh wait!!! Did I just say “girl shy”??? That tickles my funny bones to cry. Get this; my love life I despise, it makes me moan and grin with fright. You know, half here, half there… To share??? Ok, I’ll let you in… Don’t flare!

I sink deep down my seat; with ease… A sip could wet my wholesome feel. My first love thrills rewound, revealed. This makes for awesome love retreat. Where do I start? So much to say, my first love maze before my face… “YOUR MALT DRINK SIR!!!” Waiter exclaimed… He jerks me back to life again.

... Personal Inspiration and Motivational Poetry Collection

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Epilogue:
A new concept in soulsearchpoetry for the year 2009. The first in a series tagged: “A poet's poetic sojourn” … retrospective soul searching revelation of a day in the life and times of an average, everyday contemporary poet trying to make a way in a world filled with life changing obstacles and distractions… subscribe, stay glued as I take you on a continous contour of mind trips… filled with suspense, thrills, trials and tribulations... successes and victories. Stay inspired… Be motivated… It’s all in you. Happy New Year!!!