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AUTOGRAPH: For The Longest Time
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Self Portraits of My Heart, Body, Mind and Soul through Boundaries Unlimited. Friday, July 8, 2011. For The Longest Time. 8220;If you said goodbye to me tonight. There would still be poetry to write. What else could I do. I was so inspired by you. I hadn’t felt that for the longest time”. Of the billions who walk the face of the earth. Your footsteps are imprinted on my mind and matter. Family is family just because. Yet true friends are but few. And that number includes you. And how you needed me too.
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AUTOGRAPH: July 2011
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Self Portraits of My Heart, Body, Mind and Soul through Boundaries Unlimited. Friday, July 8, 2011. For The Longest Time. 8220;If you said goodbye to me tonight. There would still be poetry to write. What else could I do. I was so inspired by you. I hadn’t felt that for the longest time”. Of the billions who walk the face of the earth. Your footsteps are imprinted on my mind and matter. Family is family just because. Yet true friends are but few. And that number includes you. And how you needed me too.
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Kitchen Floor Cockroach: December 2009
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I scuttle and i scurry from little nooks to little crannies,i question and i lament about a world full of resentment,i seek and hope to find the little light thats meant to shine and from the cracks beneath the door i make my way across the floor. Monday, December 21, 2009. We live, we love, and as life goes on we lose the ones we love. When they pass we are told that we should cherish and dwell on the good memories and times we had with them . So my question to you all is. Tuesday, December 15, 2009.
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Kitchen Floor Cockroach: June 2011
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I scuttle and i scurry from little nooks to little crannies,i question and i lament about a world full of resentment,i seek and hope to find the little light thats meant to shine and from the cracks beneath the door i make my way across the floor. Tuesday, June 21, 2011. It cannot be forced because if I try, I will get stuck. It never will finish, but it can run dry. It is a passion, but is hardly considered. It is life, but is not lived. Its a wife, no longer a girlfriend. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Kitchen Floor Cockroach: August 2009
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I scuttle and i scurry from little nooks to little crannies,i question and i lament about a world full of resentment,i seek and hope to find the little light thats meant to shine and from the cracks beneath the door i make my way across the floor. Thursday, August 27, 2009. I confess, i told a lie. The mortal sin stains the fabric of my existence. Punishment and pain a welcome comfort. I scrape and thirst for that which is your disapproval for in it i shall find solace. I confess, i told a lie. Ghana Mom...
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Kitchen Floor Cockroach: July 2009
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I scuttle and i scurry from little nooks to little crannies,i question and i lament about a world full of resentment,i seek and hope to find the little light thats meant to shine and from the cracks beneath the door i make my way across the floor. Friday, July 31, 2009. Friday Night has come around. He beeps his horn twice to get my attention. I give my old friend a look of disinterest. He smiles at me, a smile I know oh to well. Oh, the trouble we get into, tonight might be jail. Thursday, July 30, 2009.
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Kitchen Floor Cockroach: August 2010
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I scuttle and i scurry from little nooks to little crannies,i question and i lament about a world full of resentment,i seek and hope to find the little light thats meant to shine and from the cracks beneath the door i make my way across the floor. Wednesday, August 18, 2010. We've got BIGGER problems. Permit me one minute to leave the kitchen floor. Things are brewing, controversy galore! In Ghana my motherland almost all is political. Of most of the issues, though silent, I still remain critical. Ignore...
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Kitchen Floor Cockroach: New Year? Bah Humbug!
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I scuttle and i scurry from little nooks to little crannies,i question and i lament about a world full of resentment,i seek and hope to find the little light thats meant to shine and from the cracks beneath the door i make my way across the floor. Monday, January 3, 2011. So we enter a new year, expectations abound. The day broke and 'fresh' people peered around. Full of hope and vibrant glee. Smiling faces anxious to see. Indeed they should stare, indeed they should gape. The very same one that 2010 cast.
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Kitchen Floor Cockroach: The Average Ghanaian
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I scuttle and i scurry from little nooks to little crannies,i question and i lament about a world full of resentment,i seek and hope to find the little light thats meant to shine and from the cracks beneath the door i make my way across the floor. Wednesday, August 4, 2010. Who, do you consider to be an average Ghanaian? A man with a steady job earning between 1,000 and 1,500 Ghana Cedis a month? A man with a car which he drives on the regular? A man who has a kiosk or rents a mat when the sun turns in?
