iProcrastinate

iProcrastinate

My procrastination is in a league of its own.

I wonder… “How did I end up this zone?”

I procrastinate about sleeping, call it insomnia

Procrastinate about waking up and call it dysnia

Don’t research/read much- *points index finger* google, wiki, and encyclopedia

Can't put down that gadget and pick up a book- ah curse objectophilia!!

Don’t eat much, I'm not lazy, tis till I’m hungry. Maybe tis that anorexia

Some days, I binge, not diet. I'm no glutton or anything- it’s silly silly bulimia

Late night bottle of water, hiss (thought of the urinal), I’m not a sloth- dysuria?!

The gym? Oh that! I alternate days in nonuniform pattern- *peers reflection* “hmmm hello dystropia”

Hospitals? Despise them… Don’t judge me just yet-

I’m just keeping tabs on my hypochondria

My face and hair are a mess- but guess what? I’ve added 'megalo' to my mania.

In case you're wondering... No! I don’t suffer from MPD or dementia (yet)

Just doused in ‘I-need-to-get-a-life-ia’

Or am I forever drowning is this here―paranoia

Is this how one builds his utopia?

Or is this how one ‘racks up’ a dystopia?

Remind me.

What are we talking about?

Don’t tell me that I’ve just been hit with that I’m-ne-sia!!?

Oh!

I remember.

Twas “Procrastination-induced paranoia”

(Or is it vice versa?)

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© I A Saeed 02.2012

¿our times?

¿our times?

Why is it we've more words than they, back in the day.

Yet we say the least, write even nay.

Every and all is now broken, ebonics, and acronyms

What happened to stoics and grammar mimicking angelic hymns

Why do we seek and covet 'lessening' devices

Yet we lessen naught and end up in vices

We’re so obsessed with time

Whilst all we do is squander it— ALL the time

They say we are more 'connected' than ever in history

Pray thee, please do tell, why bad feeling about this story

Connected to whom, where, for how long, and to what end?

Seems more of dis-connected from reality and down with virtuality—  how do we append?

More fabrics and polymers in different forms and 'sizes'

Yet we dress a size too less and shape all flaw—  for 'eyes'

More recipes. Crops. Hybrid and pure.

Who would believe some drop to eat manure!!?

More schools. Dorms. Libraries. And halls

Yet ignorance is more abound than drops in waterfalls

More partners—  choices

Less smarter—  inner voices

More begets less

and less begets more

or

Less is less thus tis more (than enough)

Or is it

Less is less and that makes it of more (value).

If I were asked to describe this tense and time

I would term it "Less and less for less in time".

Or simply

"The Illusion of more and forever more (in due time)".

Better yet

why not just

"Our time(s)"?

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© I A Saeed 30.12.11 2:55pm

Tense in Time

Play.

       Life.

             Fast forward.

                              Future.

                                       Pause.

                                                 Present.

                                                             Rewind.

                                                                           Past.

                                                                                   Stop.

                                                                                            Death.

Aint it funny...

Nature’s irony

How Future becomes Past

As Past struggles to be recognised Present 

 

Present now anxious for continuity― Present-continuous!

But upon reaching there its sights are back (to the) Future

…which is already (now) Past?!!?

Is it funny that Past is Future?

(*long silence*)

The future ‘present-ing’ the past

The past ‘present-ing’ the future

The perpetual loop. Nature’s irony.

 

 © I A Saeed 25.12.2011

crème de cacao

crème de cacao

Covet-

Of black woman with stubborn eyes

callous brows

Mocha creme iris

Vortical pupils

Point I, a Nubian goddess

with stern prowess

A de facto air

and an aubade wink

Endow me soiled golden honey

rife with comb

Mother I’d call “baby”

fraught with womb

Ebony chatelaine

Reign my mane

Crowned with ivory smirk

to eschew the outré

Her sip, verily forbidden

Ergo, temptation- true Son of Adam

“come to me!”

beckons my chalice~~~ Crème de Cacao

© I A Saeed 01.2012 

"We are hip?!"

• Why is it hip to whip out an inhaler as you wud a handkerchief

• To eat this and not that because.. “you know I’ve got ulcer!”

• Since when has it been hip and mandatory to swallow ‘food’ with beverages- generation of ‘coking’ (before n after)

• To brag about exploits involving physical, emotional, financial, and spiritual rape?

• When did it all become hip okay and just there for a woman to marry a woman and vice versa

• Was it yesterday that they started telling kids- your parents are a nuisance and you can do and be anything you want (by ‘anything’ of course they mean- a slut, pimp, thief, sloth, leech, etc)

• Setting the volume high in a vehicle with multiple speakers and a woofer as you ‘cruise’ in town seated in an obnoxious pose as if you’ve got hemorrhoids - hip!?

• Remember the days you couldn’t get a ‘cool’ girl because you didn’t smoke a cigarette? I do- they liked em bad!? Now its flavored smoke- shisha. *smh*

• They say bullying ends in elementary and highschool. Forgetting that in certain circles of hipness it’s a hobby and routine to oppress physically or verbally, daily!

• So what if you could do ‘stunts’ that damage the vehicle your parents bought you (they seem to buy u everything don’t they). No wonder there are cars aptly named thank-you-daddy.

• Girls wearing nothing but designer shades and fake body parts- in the name of vogue and bandwagons? Hip?!

• Their counter-parts sporting ridiculous haircuts, sagging skinny jeans, and fruity shoes- their ‘straight’ alright and…erm… hip?!?

• When did it become a must for every cell in ones body to conform to the norms of modern day tech, fashion, and diet slavery?

• ‘Funky’ ‘Kinky’ ‘Sexy’ are all hip. Anythingelse… is…' just there'?!

• My twitter handle- hip. Facebook name- hip. BB pm n pic- hip. 

             Life- *long silence*  

               I’LL WAIT!!

Seems like we’ve been concentrating on the hips and the hips not. So much so that our hearts have withered. Brains? Kids of nowadays are born without them!

Afterall… they are hip!

*sigh*

As with most men...

As with most men,

I'm only strong when there's a need.

The other times we're weak.

Weakest as can be.

But most men can’t handle ‘weakness’.

Thus they create the need.

Thence our sorry state.

Oppression which begets a duo of Attention & Fear.

Subjugation- ‘Respect’!?

Humiliation- Conceit.

Segregation- Elitism

Capitalism- ‘Charity’

Cabal (Politics & Monarchy)- all the above in totality!

As with most men... We have voids to fill.

It doesn’t matter how we desecrate Earth as we till.

We never stop until we get our fill.

Albeit, a bottomless vase is what we clinch.

Thus we guilty as sin.

Putting every all in dire pinch.

All borne out of our 'meek' weak need.

We are men??!

Within me, resides a little boy in awe of what has become of men.

An effigy he once looked forward to— becoming!?

Poor lil boy. Poor lil me.

© I A Saeed  04.02.2012

Neighbourly Owl

Tic toc Five

The sun waves bye

He’s arrive!

Lift his arm(s)

not hug you

but shrug you!

Oh the alarm!

How appalling!?

He’d raise his hand

not caress you

cause unrest, harass you!?

Me, bland!

How atrocious!?

“HOOT HOOT HOOT!”

Transcribe my fury prayers

Let them be heard- me, helpless beholder.

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Afternoon ‘laughters’ interpose sweet sweet dreams

but your nightly cries, the screams

Oh! My waking nightmares.

Is there no egress for this steam!?

He’s robbed of me a piece of peace yet again!?

How vile!?

I’ve not hands,( tied)

Yet feet, ossified!

Birthing the best worst view

Along with a wail, cry and hue

Hoot! TOOT! Hoot!

Too passionate to be helpless.

Label thee nocturnal Sisyphus.

If only I were migratory?!

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How dire, his ire

spits you blazing fire

“HOOT!! BRUTE!! HOOT!!”

If only He spoke Owl. He would flee

Come to me so you perspire

an escape from mire

“heut beaut heut”

If only YOU understood Owl. You’d come--  fly away me.

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All I could do is “hoot hoot hoot”

Furtively. Furiously. Figuratively

Hoping I reroute him, and soothe

your ‘distraught agony’

an ephemeral hegira, such melancholy

so I hoot toot hoot 

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Gaze upon my dwelling

now eclipsed by your twin

beaming, from heaven’s ceiling

bestowing vision akin to Odin

 

Were I fit a Paladin

His well will run dry

You, will be mine

For now…

I, hoot and toot (of a brute)

You, daze & gaze (always).

Such is ours-

A looming routine.

A hurtful maze.

After all…

I'm just a neighbourly owl….(in love hate love)

Doth thou amaze?!

© I A Saeed 26 06 2009 BT