The Observers 

They are the quiet ones, the ones who don’t say much

They know everything, i mean..everything.

They watch the sourrounding as closely as the people in it and make assumptions and theories based on dots they connect. These dots are the results of their immaculate observatory skills.

They never make mention of what they see and thats what’s really interesting and at the same time, really scary because they notice the slightest moves, changes etc

In every 10 people, there are at least 2 of them. This is how rare they are.

You may never be able to tell who they are.. Unless you possess similar qualities to them.

If you know, you know.


His other half..

She’s his other half, the piece that completes him.

Whenever he ponders upon her, he doesn’t see her, he sees the future, what they could become.

she is the missing piece to his puzzle, the other half of his heart.. his missing rib. she knows him like no one else does or ever will.. she’s his spirit animal..his soulmate.

He doesn’t just feel it, he knows it.

He’s known her most of his life.. she has been a girlfriend, an ex and a girlfriend again and finally an ex.

what is interesting is that they never broke up like heart-break break up. they ended things on mutual terms to give each other their freedom.

He’s recently admitted his feelings to her and hinted signs of marriage but the families don’t approve of them except them.


…His Destiny

Right from birth, a great destiny awaited him.. a plan God has for him that he must fulfill. He was told he’s a shinning star, a celebrity in the making.

Even before he is told this, deep in his heart, somewhere in his mind.. he knew that he is meant to be something more. He feels the greatness in him but just can’t reach it, cant harness it. He can see his star as close as a 3D movie but cant touch it.

He is sooo close, but yet sooo far.

He goes about his life as a regular person, everyday waiting for a sign, a symbol, something to awaken the light to guide him on this journey.

But just telling him isn’t enough.. what are the details? what is the plan? how does he begin to walk in the path of his destiny? how does he know when it is time and if his journey has begun?

He questions everything and begins to ponder, gets lost in his mind, in his thoughts and starts to wonder.. What is this great destiny he is supposed to be living?


My walls.. 

Shattered. Empty and lost/lust is how I feel. For the longest time I had a solid wall around my heart.

Nothing, no one could penetrate.. Until recently

Feelings and emotions I kept out are suddenly breaking through.. Crack by crack, one after the other, it’s all tumbling down. I find myself in a dilemma,   Mixed emotions and shit. All meeting at this crossroads and its conflicting.

I never felt like this before. It’s a new experience, a different field. I’m starting to “feel” and I don’t know how I feel about that.

It’s deeper than deep, darker and lonelier than a dead person suddenly awakening in his cuffin. I’m screaming out for help but it falls on deaf ears.

I need to let it all out then build again. I need to pull it all down and pull it back up, but this time not alone.

Merry dark Christmas


“No, I don’t think your prayers would help with anything” 

A couple weekends ago; He left the house for the club on a Friday night.. And awoke in the hospital Saturday morning. You already know the night was “turnt” because He discovered He lost his keys and his phone was cracked. Luckily He still had his wallet; but all the money was gone.  He though to himself “damn, what a good story this will make”. Apparently he had one-too-many drinks and was “unresponsive” (when really He just needed his bed). All pumped and excited to get discharged, He hopped off the bed and  walked across the hallway, thanking Jah for his life as He passed about 8 rooms on the way to the restroom. All 8 rooms were filled with different sort of patients suffering from different sort of ailments. Some on life support machines, some had baskets of meds sitting next to their beds waiting for their turn, some just bare unconscious. His heart yearned out for their recovery,never in his life had seen this many variety of sick patients all at once and suddenly began tearing up. A femal doctor walks by, looks at him confused and asked “how may I help you?”… He replied “will you join me in a short prayer for these patients”.. She put on a forced grin and said to him sternly “No, I don’t think your prayers would help with anything” as she grabbed her bag and headed to clock out.

The Chosen One’s

a fellow Thinker called me by this.. then it got me to thinking..

Every society has a “Chosen One”. For this context they are the one who have everything going for them; Financially(rich kids), Academically, Socially etc. 

They’re the “Elite” of the rest. It’s basically a Social Class of its own; socially speaking and not sociologically.

They basically have a “Perfect” life. Everyone who likes these them LOVES them and those that hate, hate intensely. 

They are natural hate-attractors, without even doing too much, they are the most hated in society and they have no control over it. They always need to watch their back cos they’re not just anybody. Not a lot of people are happy about this Social Class and so they have to be careful about the kind of people they fuxx with. The ones they call friends are the real danger to look out for. Because of this, they often keep the friend circle small and keep the trust circle even smaller. 

 Won’t give you the full gist.. If you want to know, earn the lifestyle.. earn being a “Chosen One”.

PS: It is not for everyone. 

 –Dark Thinker