DATE: 09/20/2007 10:39:54 / MOOD: General

Well let me tell you about Ahmed Ahmed was a kid I used to play withBack in Primary School we used to end our days withHigh 5’sRaise a Tip-Top to future livesChoose our favourite members of 5-Star for our future wivesWe both had sisters bout the same ageBoth had family coming here from overseasThe demographic same pageSame rageIn our heads from lack of role-modelNeither of us shut outNeither one molly-coddledTightTaking turns for staying overnightStaying up late talking bout what the future might yieldHim with the swordMe with the shieldSpit on the palm the friendship was sealedWe hit 11 and we splitMoved house, new crowd, new schoolThe same normals%&tNext time I saw him we were 17 taking a hitHouse party cheap booze and weed the full bitHe told me bout his brand new Nova with full kitHad a laugh remember we could both do the full splitsA weak moustache on top lipAbove a broad smile lifting kiwi 20/20 full sipHe said he didn’t do examsObviously the weight of expectation didn’t fit into his plansHe’d rather do stuff with his handsSaid he had plans to lay brick, squeeze tits and sip cansI told him I was off to college to learnHe told me he was off to the car park to burnAnd just like that he was goneThe guy who helped me put my suit onIs now a new poemI blink and I’m 21Back home, fully grown, running and studying all doneLife lessons mixed in with funThat’s all good and well but when it comes to the plansI’ve got noneMan I’ve got the wallet of a nunMy mind is confused my body bruised and abused my head spunPubCouple of Guinness and cheap grubOut on the street I feel the base of a real subWooferGuess who it is, he calls my nameHe looks completely different yet some how the sameWe play the idle chit-chat gameThen he tells me to get in and pulls off rubber and raw flame‘Oh you’re smart now? Can pick my simple mind apart now?Lifting up the seat, get out the bath to fart now?’I stay shutAnd fight the angry feeling in my gutThe truth is the pair of us are plainly in a rutTwo paths, a few laughs, equal shares of skidsHe pulls out his wallet and shows me his 2 kids‘Omg Ahmed, you’re a dad. Who’s the mother?’‘One with the first girl, next with another’I’m feeling like a copper undercoverOut of place, but somehow like this guy’s my own brother andMan it’s not even a thingWhatever we’ve done since we both have our wounds that still stingI still keep my father’s ring and Ahmed?Ahmed still worried about what flowers to bring‘Pop in the tape lets have a sing. Remember this old thing?’‘STOP!’‘What?’‘Hammer Time!’We cruise around the old streetsFirst kiss, first spliff, shop where the pair of us stole sweetsI get to thinking these are the beats to people’s livesMe still searching for something to feel aliveAhmed just got out of ‘The Green’ on 3-5And as I get out the carI blink and I’m 25.So you blink and you’re 25And you’ve forgotten many things that used to make you feel aliveOpen you’re eyes you’re 35, with little livesThat you now have to love provide and guideTurn around you’re 45, and a woman who used to be an angel is lying by your sideBlink twice you’re 55, 65, and it seems like things move too quickly for your eyesThey say it’s the foolish man who tries to fight the bright light that appearsThrough the grey of stormy skiesThrough all the secrets and the liesYou start to realiseA knowledge of self is true wise

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DATE: 05/24/2007 06:23:18 / MOOD: General

kiss at least three times have at least one 30 second kiss, or longer compliment your partner onone thing give at least one hug say, "I love the way you..." about something they are doing at least once ask them how their day went wish them a good day with a good morning kiss say, "I love you" at least three time

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DATE: 05/24/2007 06:01:21 / MOOD: General

Day breaks,at a pace that makes the face acheAnd just for his faiths sake, he tries to stay calmHe looks down at his young mans hands and at his armsAnd remembers a time when they seemed so much smallerOutside its grey and as the rain beats a rhythm on the window paneInside feels just the sameHe remembers the game he used to playAt home on his ownRacing the rain drops to the edge of the glassBack then he only had to askAny questionsWas always someone inside who seemed to have the answersIn that house, that smelt of fresh pumpkinFried dumpling, beans and Saturday cartoonsOld tunes, Lee Perry and James BrownWhen Soul II Soul came round he was rocking a fade,Super Mario got played and playedLike the hand-me-down jungle tapesHis brother gave him from ravesEverything was simple and nice, Granddad’s adviceNanna cookin peas and rice for 10 childrenCousins did the running man and whether it was sunny out and hot or not,It never really matteredFirst time he ever got battered by four kidsOr on 4 quids worth of Tennents SuperShared with James CooperBoth times he got the same feelingThat all he wanted to be was back inside homeInside, nothing could hurt him, the fortress

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