In a world were most of us, eggs, have been taken away from our innocence, removed from the bosoms of our mothers, placed outside our crates and forced to harden up, I want to remain as I am, as I was, in this terribly hot conditions. Why don’t you remain raw with me, my darling?
Although we’ve been terribly hurt, I’ll roll to you, and you’ll roll to me, and when we do, we’ll close our eyes and swim in each other’s insides, roll in each other’s albumen, bungee jump on each other’s yolks.
Do you remember how you felt the first time you were in love? I beg you to let me love you. I’m not going to hurt you; I don’t want to. Look into my eyes. Can’t you tell that I terribly love you? Why don’t you be vulnerable too?
I sincerely, deeply care about you; I want to always be here, and there, for you. In this world, where good friends are few, I want to make this new experience true. I want you to know, that I really do love you.
When life gives you melons, don’t confuse them for lemons:
Ovanes Berberian (American, born in 1951)- “Still Life Saturday with Melons”
It’s for your good. Melons are juicy and yummy, although they don’t look like they are on the outside. When you cut them in half? Hmmn…
Not everything is planned to give you a sour life. God/the universe will always find a way to put you in the right place, whether you think it’s the right place at first or not.
Life gives you/lets you keep lemons when it lets you have the things you don’t need anymore, whether it be people or properties or positions of comfort or a kind of peace that might lead to sorrow eventually.
Persevere and endure the painful process of cutting things in half, and into different shapes, when life gives you melons. They are not lemons. You’ll see.
Update: I mean “man”, as in, man and woman- humans. We live in a “the richer you are, the better you are” world, and it shouldn’t be so. Someone has reblogged this, gone a little wild, and argued that men make money to attract gold-diggers- women- and I am sitting here, stunned, wondering what the hell is going on…
“Classical Study No. 37,” from 1979.Eldzier Cortor, Michael Rosenfeld Gallery, LLC, New York
You don’t have to belittle yourself to successfully offer a compliment to someone:
One person screams “dahuuumm, girl! This your highlight is brighter than my future. You’re so peng”. The other girl laughs.
Ah! Jesu Oyingbo must hear of this.
I’m sitting there, looking at the highlight, looking at the girl that offered the compliment, looking back at the highlight, not knowing whether to laugh [because I laugh at weird things that don’t make other people laugh; I make my own jokes and scenarios in my head] or cry because Sade’s future is so bleak, according to her, and there’s nothing I can do for her.
Primavera, 24×24, oil on panel by Richard J Demato
He dug so perfectly well and worked very hard, but as soon as he came to the water of life, he went from being so good to being very bad. He took to his heels as fast as he could, and lost the nourishment that all his work was supposed to bring. Isn’t it unfortunate that a well-digger is dying of thirst because of his fear of water?
Brief Analysis: When a man hops from woman to woman, he lives a very empty, unfulfilled life. “Digging through a well” is used as a metaphor for having sex in this short poem. It’d be silly, of course, or stupid, to think that is all a woman- a whole magnificent being- is good for. If you are lucky enough to get a woman who loves you and is willing to be and stay with you, it’d be unfortunate to not appreciate that, and recognize that with her by your side, there is nothing you can’t do.