<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:34:13.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poems</title><subtitle type='html'>My poetry is what it is; 1080 degrees</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-2462973284725245692</id><published>2011-08-26T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T12:12:28.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BURNING INCENSE FOR A BURIED PRINCESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Like yesterday it was; so far gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A decade it is, still we mourn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Deep in my mind images run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Somehow destructive, just like a bomb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Till this day I deeply mourn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And sometimes pray you're still not gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Among the rest you stand as the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Simply the best; second to none&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Each time you play I think you're reborn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Bringing me light just like the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sometimes at night I guess you're the one;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The angel who sings, midnight to dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Composed: 08/25/2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Loving Memory of the PRINCESS OF POP:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaliyah Dana Haughton&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(January 16, 1979 - August 25, 2001)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-2462973284725245692?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/2462973284725245692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/2462973284725245692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2011/08/burning-incense-for-buried-princess.html' title='BURNING INCENSE FOR A BURIED PRINCESS'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-6735260319852454838</id><published>2011-04-09T04:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T08:54:10.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAITING FOR HER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; Conceived by the dawn, born of the rising sun&lt;br /&gt;Her freshness is one second to none&lt;br /&gt;Each day I thirst, I thirst for her presence&lt;br /&gt;cos she's a gift; so much of an essence&lt;br /&gt;A gift so nice; one with no price&lt;br /&gt;Bundle of blessings no man would despise&lt;br /&gt;She comes after each passing day&lt;br /&gt;So after this very day she'll again be on her way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; For her arrival I pray&lt;br /&gt;Though to her I have nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;I guess she's close but still seems far away&lt;br /&gt;She'll be here tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Surely, she'll be here to borrow&lt;br /&gt;Some of mine and yours may follow&lt;br /&gt;For all I know my pockets are hollow&lt;br /&gt;So I'll give her my sorrow when I see her tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-6735260319852454838?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6735260319852454838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6735260319852454838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2011/04/awaiting-tomorrom.html' title='WAITING FOR HER'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-7123807122320886312</id><published>2011-04-09T04:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T04:37:13.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RADIO-ACTIVE HEAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; In my quiet times I crave sounds&lt;br /&gt;Rhythm and poetry of different pounds&lt;br /&gt;Mind twisted with every video&lt;br /&gt;I feel bored without a stereo&lt;br /&gt;But with my radio &lt;br /&gt;Emancipation is a possible scenario &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; With my radio I crave more sounds&lt;br /&gt;Rhythm and blues of different pounds&lt;br /&gt;Shutting my eyes like I am dead&lt;br /&gt;Surrounding vibes fill up my head&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my mind its all emancipation&lt;br /&gt;But in my head its cerebral disintegration &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; I hear the sounds, I feel the beats&lt;br /&gt;In my room and on the streets&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm deaf and partially insane&lt;br /&gt;cos with my radio I seem not to know my name&lt;br /&gt;With my radio I'm never thesame&lt;br /&gt;On who must I put the blame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-7123807122320886312?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/7123807122320886312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/7123807122320886312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2011/04/radio-active-head.html' title='RADIO-ACTIVE HEAD'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-1700087237081975471</id><published>2011-04-09T03:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T03:51:10.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLILOQUY OF ROMANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; Superstar so fly&lt;br /&gt;Up in the sky you reside so high&lt;br /&gt;To be with you I know I must fly&lt;br /&gt;I have no wings but I know I must try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; I wish for a kiss; not on your lips&lt;br /&gt;I wish for hold around your hips&lt;br /&gt;I aim at your love while drowning in wine&lt;br /&gt;All for the love of making you mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; I wish for a touch, I guess you know why&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you to church whenever you lie&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you so far I bet you will cry&lt;br /&gt;Just to be sure the sea's never dry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; Up in the sky we'll be lost in the cloud&lt;br /&gt;Screaming my name will never be loud&lt;br /&gt;With one of these I'll make you be mine&lt;br /&gt;Spotting the sign you'll surely be fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-1700087237081975471?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/1700087237081975471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/1700087237081975471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2011/04/soliloquy-of-romance.html' title='SOLILOQUY OF ROMANCE'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-8808182113196741562</id><published>2011-04-09T03:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T03:21:21.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE AT FIRST TRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; Leather's like skin, it feels thesame&lt;br /&gt;Clutching to it relieves the pain&lt;br /&gt;I held on firm with pleasure in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And advanced with motion in disguise  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; Step- by- step to my destination&lt;br /&gt;I controlled my thoughts with self motivation&lt;br /&gt;Moving so swift but somehow lame&lt;br /&gt;I switched lane for the love of the game &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; Rubber's like queen, it kills the game&lt;br /&gt;Its good for the rain but it drives me insane&lt;br /&gt;I stood erect watching things fall apart&lt;br /&gt;And I fell in love just like that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-8808182113196741562?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/8808182113196741562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/8808182113196741562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-at-first-try.html' title='LOVE AT FIRST TRY'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-336472493839036987</id><published>2011-04-08T23:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T03:28:11.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SIGN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar to the square root of four&lt;br /&gt;It signifies the opposite of war&lt;br /&gt;As firm as the ears of a hare&lt;br /&gt;Its simply two fingers in the air&lt;br /&gt;Just like a hare so lonely&lt;br /&gt;The middle and the index only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; Both held out for a reason&lt;br /&gt;One we all must believe in&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I keep living&lt;br /&gt;In the reason I'll keep believing&lt;br /&gt;'cos the sign is the reason&lt;br /&gt;Peace! we should believe in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-336472493839036987?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/336472493839036987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/336472493839036987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2011/04/sign.html' title='THE SIGN'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-3306047538822912450</id><published>2011-02-17T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T23:52:51.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VENOM KISS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;As warm as the sun during the summer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It comes for one truly a lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Cruel and so mean it pierces the heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Firm and so sharp like claws of a cat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Replacing strength with weakness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It leaves one with a healthy sickness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyelids lock in moment of bliss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Four lips touch in moment of kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Priceless it is, so tender it feels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Tasteless it is, with so much it heals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Its more than you see; much more than it seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Not just kiss but just what it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-3306047538822912450?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/3306047538822912450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/3306047538822912450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2011/02/venom-kiss.html' title='VENOM KISS'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-6708964993204348417</id><published>2010-12-06T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T14:42:44.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT I WEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What I wear is what you see&lt;br /&gt;A reflection of whom and what I'll be &lt;br /&gt;Old and ever bold&lt;br /&gt;Young and never dumb&lt;br /&gt;I'll be hot and never cold&lt;br /&gt;Right and never wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Appearance is just a bit of my personality&lt;br /&gt;So judge not by the image in your visibility&lt;br /&gt;Who exactly am I?&lt;br /&gt;Ponder less cos the answer resides in your curiosity&lt;br /&gt;I'll be exactly who I am&lt;br /&gt;From now till eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What I wear is what you see&lt;br /&gt;A perspective of an obscure identity&lt;br /&gt;I'll be bright and never dull&lt;br /&gt;Smart while I walk tall&lt;br /&gt;What I wear is what I like&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of your view&lt;br /&gt;I'll forever be your type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-6708964993204348417?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6708964993204348417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6708964993204348417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-i-wear.html' title='WHAT I WEAR'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-8614792082583603817</id><published>2010-12-06T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T11:56:50.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HER SKIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;On her skin I long for touch&lt;br /&gt;Like nothing I've seen the beauty's so much&lt;br /&gt;Her skin is smooth, her skin is brown&lt;br /&gt;Speaking the truth she deserves a crown&lt;br /&gt;If I were a king I'll make her my queen&lt;br /&gt;I'll pet her so much because of her skin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Because of her skin a dreamer I've been&lt;br /&gt;Feeling her skin all over my skin&lt;br /&gt;Though it's like a sin I dream of a dip&lt;br /&gt;Taking a dive into her skin&lt;br /&gt;I dream of a touch, I dream of a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Her skin on my skin is something I wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-8614792082583603817?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/8614792082583603817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/8614792082583603817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/her-skin.html' title='HER SKIN'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-816858954058591880</id><published>2010-11-25T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T03:35:30.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HE IS...BLOOD, FLESH AND BONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He is the one; the blood of a male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He is a true born; a brother we hail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He is the head, he is the tail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;One with a soul not even for sale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Just like a guide he stands by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He is a gift; the pride of a bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He is the brain, he is the vein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He is the drug that’s keeping you sane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He is the back, he is the bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He is the shield; the roof of a home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He is the one; the flesh of a male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He is the son; a father we hail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He is a giver much more than a taker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;True to the world and never a faker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He is a man; a real home maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He is a chef just like a baker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He is a lady lover not a heart breaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He is a keeper not a ripper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He is a pillar; a human so eager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Willing to try cos he aims to get bigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He is the one; the bone of a male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He is a man; grandfather we hail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Without a doubt he is the root&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He is the mouth; a speaker of truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He is the zeal, he is the strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He is the will; a true Heaven sent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Just like a day he leaves you with hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Though times may be hard with him you can cope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He is the cloud, he is the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He is the flood erasing your pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-816858954058591880?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/816858954058591880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/816858954058591880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2010/11/he-isblood-flesh-and-bone.html' title='HE IS...BLOOD, FLESH AND BONE'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-9154315554545938402</id><published>2010-11-14T12:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T12:46:59.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD IS JUST WHAT LOVE IS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;God is love, love is kind&lt;br /&gt;God is king; one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;His love is real; ever so true&lt;br /&gt;His love is pure and ever so new&lt;br /&gt;His love is abundant upon mankind&lt;br /&gt;Cos whatever we quest by Him we find&lt;br /&gt;God is love, love is real&lt;br /&gt;God is real; more than supreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;God is love, love leads one to God&lt;br /&gt;God is love, love is the one word&lt;br /&gt;God is love, love is life&lt;br /&gt;God is love; the giver of life&lt;br /&gt;He reigns all through with love from above&lt;br /&gt;His words are true and these are to you&lt;br /&gt;God is love; a king we must love&lt;br /&gt;In your thoughts these words should revolve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-9154315554545938402?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/9154315554545938402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/9154315554545938402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2010/11/god-is-just-what-love-is.html' title='GOD IS JUST WHAT LOVE IS'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-6947170849017832652</id><published>2010-11-14T12:44:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T09:34:00.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE 14TH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Facing the fact has been so cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I've ever since been so bold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But the pain has been so hard to with hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Yet another day, anniversary they say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;No champagne, so for your soul I pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And celebrate your life in just another way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Rest in peace! But in that of my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;For in the peace of my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Your soul will never depart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-6947170849017832652?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6947170849017832652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6947170849017832652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2010/11/14th.html' title='THE 14TH'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-8618268405097210101</id><published>2010-11-14T12:43:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T09:36:24.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY LIE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Why lie when truth can be told?&lt;br /&gt;To be safe but damned when it unfolds?&lt;br /&gt;The truth can be spoken sometimes for free&lt;br /&gt;And this makes it quite easy for people to see&lt;br /&gt;The truth is so clear, real and supreme&lt;br /&gt;But with a lie it can be concealed&lt;br /&gt;The lie is like a suit wrongly designed for the truth&lt;br /&gt;Yet with every bit it rightly fits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Why lie when truth can be told?&lt;br /&gt;For the fame but defamed when truth be told?&lt;br /&gt;Lie is so unreal; without the truth it ceases to exist&lt;br /&gt;And the fact is one it'll always resist&lt;br /&gt;One good lie might make sense&lt;br /&gt;Plus another good lie is chaos in one's conscience&lt;br /&gt;Why lie when truth can be told?&lt;br /&gt;Be true to yourself and always be bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-8618268405097210101?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/8618268405097210101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/8618268405097210101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-lie.html' title='WHY LIE?'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-3957037536465162952</id><published>2010-11-14T12:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T09:34:47.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BEST OF TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I never knew but now I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Time ticks smooth but never slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Since each second marks a record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I'll act fast with a particular method&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I'll proceed to succeed and never retreat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hoping for victory and never defeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I aim at the peak as I strive for mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I feel so weak so I rest my head on time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It slips and makes me fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But I get to my feet cos I must not crawl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;With my head up I stand tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And the words of my mind I then recall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Time is a friendly foe; this I surely know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It comes for a purpose and is ever ready to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Its motion is quite swift and never slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Passing by just as we grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Take every bit and return what you owe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;For what you shall reap depends on what you sow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-3957037536465162952?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/3957037536465162952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/3957037536465162952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2010/11/best-of-time.html' title='THE BEST OF TIME'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-2445659169533264353</id><published>2010-11-14T12:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T14:16:19.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST FOR EBERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Juicy and cute is how you look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Undeniably, your beauty's not a fluke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sun-kissed skin looking so brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Thick eye brows deserve no frown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Fantasies emerge whenever you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Obstructing my view just for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Round-faced lady just like a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Earthly queen never looking lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Blessed with skin like caramel cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ever luscious like peaches in cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Richly endowed on the waist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Every night I dream of a taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-2445659169533264353?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/2445659169533264353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/2445659169533264353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-for-ebere.html' title='JUST FOR EBERE'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-2402637241612318532</id><published>2010-11-14T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T08:27:37.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEET EDITH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Simply blue, friendly and true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Words from your mouth are gentle like dew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Empress so cute, blessed with brown eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Expressions so smooth ever so nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Thinking of you is life with no frown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Even at times I just may be down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Dealing with thoughts I'll never be sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I spoke with a queen I'll ever be glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Thanks for the words, your smile and your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hoping we'll meet better in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-2402637241612318532?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/2402637241612318532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/2402637241612318532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2010/11/sweet-edith.html' title='SWEET EDITH'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-6698565233338917484</id><published>2010-11-14T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T04:17:32.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AN ODE TO YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You seem so weak and I feel your pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But to be strong you must do it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So much of my love cannot be enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Either beneath or sailing above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Drowning in it I'll be like your wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Making you wet like you're in a rave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Each time you slip I'll be there for a save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Serving you right like I am your slave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I'll be your hero when you call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But I'll take no credit for it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I'll give you all and never take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But keep it tight just for my sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My gift is a course;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A true blessing strictly for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It's naturally mine and technically yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Making good love for both of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-6698565233338917484?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6698565233338917484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6698565233338917484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2010/11/ode-to-you.html' title='AN ODE TO YOU'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-2772927329523188050</id><published>2010-03-20T16:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T16:13:43.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE LIKE WATER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style= "font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot; Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; Your love is kind and just like water&lt;br /&gt;Precious to one, worthless to another&lt;br /&gt;It showers so mild and rises like flood&lt;br /&gt;Upon my skin and into my blood&lt;br /&gt;Therein it resides, all through it flows&lt;br /&gt;All through my vein erasing my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all I thirst your love comes first&lt;br /&gt;'cos its so real and different from the rest&lt;br /&gt;Its more of a story and extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;Whenever it flows it builds me up&lt;br /&gt;It makes me strong and fills me up&lt;br /&gt;Giving me weight like fluid in a cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is true and just like water&lt;br /&gt;Refreshing to one, depressing to another&lt;br /&gt;It gives me strength and brings me joy&lt;br /&gt;Something of old like the victory in Troy&lt;br /&gt;Your love is life and still like water&lt;br /&gt;It would dry never and flow forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-2772927329523188050?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/2772927329523188050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/2772927329523188050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-like-water.html' title='LOVE LIKE WATER'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-3140448839284150816</id><published>2010-03-13T15:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T06:32:21.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GUTS FOR GLORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Yet another journey for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I walk through a path so free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Paved so smooth but filled with quicksand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The drag is one I must withstand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Forward ever I stride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Backward never I hold on to pride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;On my face are cascades of sweat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Its so hard but I persist with strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My eyes stay on the price&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But I wonder how high I'll rise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Scales off my eyes reveal the enemies in disguise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Bats and bees, mosquitoes and fleas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Snakes and sticks, vultures on trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;All these and plots to see me deceased&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Now I feel jaded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Feeble in health cos its like my hope's faded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My vision gets blurry as my eyes strain for glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But I unleash my guts for what the price is worth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-3140448839284150816?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/3140448839284150816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/3140448839284150816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2010/03/guts-for-glory.html' title='GUTS FOR GLORY'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-8685518791276909975</id><published>2010-03-08T23:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:24:22.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY MISS EDUCATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style= "font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;To her I'm engaged&lt;br /&gt;For nothing but knowledge in exchange&lt;br /&gt;So old but still young;&lt;br /&gt;In all languages she speaks&lt;br /&gt;Though without lips she never quits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here and within every surrounding&lt;br /&gt;For understanding her words are so demanding&lt;br /&gt;She's not much of a beauty&lt;br /&gt;But she extends to any line of duty&lt;br /&gt;She's not much of a friend&lt;br /&gt;But she'll be there till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of her is one I most desire&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be patient cos I know she'll not expire&lt;br /&gt;She rules across the earth in almost every aspect&lt;br /&gt;She's such a ruler; a representative of a pillar&lt;br /&gt;Like humans she's kind of like a sinner&lt;br /&gt;But still I love her cos she's such a true giver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why many believe her&lt;br /&gt;Probably cos she supports every career&lt;br /&gt;She is a form of inspiration&lt;br /&gt;A spark and a light of motivation&lt;br /&gt;I derive pleasure and so much satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;With dedication to my Miss Education &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-8685518791276909975?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/8685518791276909975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/8685518791276909975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-miss-education.html' title='MY MISS EDUCATION'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-7070230677485270391</id><published>2010-02-20T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:20:14.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGERIA THE TRIGGER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Born in Nigeria I'm a  king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One without a queen;  to my mom its not a sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've got a ring but my  queen is yet to be seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like the skin I want  the cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To be rich is my only  dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;With the cream I'll  buy a queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;With the queen I'll  reign supreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm&amp;nbsp;the sun the  world's been missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The star upon which  they've been wishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm the light so  bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;With rays spread  across the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1266657567_0"&gt;darkest  night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My flow is so sick but  my rhyme is iller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whenever I rhyme I  feel like I'm a killer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;cos&amp;nbsp;Africa is a nine  and &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1266657567_1"&gt;Nigeria&lt;/span&gt; is the  trigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-7070230677485270391?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/7070230677485270391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/7070230677485270391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2010/02/nigeria-trigger.html' title='NIGERIA THE TRIGGER'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-5257846454714616389</id><published>2010-02-20T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T09:54:59.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDS I SPREAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I and the net have long been  paired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;That's why the web is where I premiered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Whenever&amp;nbsp;I grab a pen a pad gets  scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Every now and then my eyes get red&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Not because I'm weird but cos I'm lyrically  overfed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;With words from my head and rhymes&amp;nbsp;  unsaid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;For the young and he with the grey  beard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here and around in every  neighbourhood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Rhymes so good are those I spread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Kind of like soul food spiritually  shared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Not to be ignored but to be read  instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;For the sake of the scared to grow brave  hearted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mind broken can never be repaired"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;This I once said but when asked why, I said  Zed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My words are clear and easy to be  read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But quite hard for the short  sighted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Probably&amp;nbsp;cos one must be close to reachout and  touch my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards your goal always be geared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Strive for the best and ignore the  rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But when you get stressed it best you  rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Respect the living and also the  dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;No one but God must thus be feared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to be seen and more to be  heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Of none must we be scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Of all must we be prepared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Use your head and hope not be  misled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;'cos the truth is better read than  heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-5257846454714616389?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/5257846454714616389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/5257846454714616389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2010/02/words-i-spread.html' title='WORDS I SPREAD'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-700833746377476361</id><published>2010-02-20T01:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T05:16:50.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;If I go wrong with this how else should  I write this?&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not the world likes this I'll still write this&lt;br /&gt;I'm the best and there's no need to fight this&lt;br /&gt;Rather than beat my chest while I write  this&lt;br /&gt;I'll beat the rest and make them like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right here I'm a guest;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not the first but surely the best&lt;br /&gt;So to the rest, vamoose! is what I  suggest&lt;br /&gt;Whiteboy is the name, poetry is the game,&lt;br /&gt;and rhyming is the way the game is  played&lt;br /&gt;So if yours seem lame, its best you fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  game is like a test&lt;br /&gt;Thats why every now and then I  thirst&lt;br /&gt;Strictly for the cash I quest&lt;br /&gt;cos  the fame is one I detest&lt;br /&gt;A message to the rest; the cream is my  interest&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm the best, in my palms the cash  must rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-700833746377476361?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/700833746377476361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/700833746377476361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2010/02/best.html' title='THE BEST'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-3262545223101265738</id><published>2010-02-20T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:17:50.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GAME IS INSANE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My future was like a web design undefined&lt;br /&gt;Until today's forecast  declared sunshine well defined&lt;br /&gt;I'm the son above all born to shine&lt;br /&gt;Born to  rhyme while I rock a mic and possess what is mine&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring a life of crime  I strive and do my job overtime&lt;br /&gt;Saving up every dime to keep me in line and  have me live just fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My job is a game meant for he who's got brain&lt;br /&gt;But its kind of like  cocaine cos its driving my colleagues insane&lt;br /&gt;I maintain my lane and try to  sustain&lt;br /&gt;cos i don't care if no one knows my name&lt;br /&gt;For the money or fame,  consistency is the key to the game&lt;br /&gt;So to all y'all who just cant keep up I  suggest you refrain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The game has got brothaz lost in the rain &lt;br /&gt;Making them forget that after  the sun comes the rain&lt;br /&gt;And after the rain comes the sun again&lt;br /&gt;With pain or  with gain the game should stay thesame&lt;br /&gt;'Rap' is the name  of the game&lt;br /&gt;But its so insane that I see no rhythm and poetry&lt;br /&gt;Just  clowns who entertain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-3262545223101265738?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/3262545223101265738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/3262545223101265738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2010/02/game-is-insane_20.html' title='THE GAME IS INSANE'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-9213039083875685259</id><published>2010-01-04T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T00:53:30.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SITUATIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Situations rise, situations fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Like the sun so bright but sometimes dull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Before our eyes they rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Before our toes they fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sometimes fast, sometimes slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;As blessings in disguise, like good time so nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;May be not, may be so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But as quick as they come will be as soon as they go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Situations rise, situations fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;May be bright, may be dull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Like the sun and the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;With pleasure or with pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Whatever the case, one thing still remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;They come and they go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;With pain or with gain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-9213039083875685259?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/9213039083875685259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/9213039083875685259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2010/01/situations.html' title='SITUATIONS'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-5433077609493724196</id><published>2010-01-04T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:28:56.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SON OF ADAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Created by whatever means,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Through any position&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;His principle is his true religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Born of his mother; he is a son of another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Whoever, it doesn't really matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;cos he is still your brother;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A son of Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-5433077609493724196?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/5433077609493724196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/5433077609493724196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2010/01/son-of-adam.html' title='SON OF ADAM'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-3484699707262881886</id><published>2010-01-04T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:12:11.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT I WANT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I want to live and hold on to mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I don’t want to die not before my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I want the gift and not the curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Blessings and mercy; spiritual hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Goodness and love all from my Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I want to be free; to do as I please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Free from stress and succeed with ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I want to be big; I don’t want to be small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I want to be smart; I don’t want to be dull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I want to be wise, I want to be tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I want to be King and reign above all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I want to be rich; I don’t want to be poor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Be happy in peace with one I adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I want to live long, I want to be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I want to do right; I don’t want to do wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I pray to my Lord that I will be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;cos in His kingdom is where I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-3484699707262881886?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/3484699707262881886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/3484699707262881886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-want.html' title='WHAT I WANT'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-5419125577383947154</id><published>2009-11-28T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:11:59.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ONE ABOVE THE ONE BELOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The one above the one below is surely the one I know&lt;br /&gt;He is me and I am him&lt;br /&gt;Cos wherever he is from is where I've been&lt;br /&gt;So much I've seen, so much I've heard&lt;br /&gt;None of which made me&lt;br /&gt;So much more to be seen&lt;br /&gt;And much more to be heard&lt;br /&gt;None of which will break me but wake me&lt;br /&gt;Cos by His grace no one will forsake me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though all I've heard, all I've seen&lt;br /&gt;And where I've been never made me&lt;br /&gt;I am him; the one above the one below&lt;br /&gt;Created by He who reigns above we all below&lt;br /&gt;In His image I was made&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the glory behind my story will never fade&lt;br /&gt;Who is He, that He who made me?&lt;br /&gt;No one but the Lord God Almighty&lt;br /&gt;He who created me&lt;br /&gt;Same He who made me the one above the one below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-5419125577383947154?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/5419125577383947154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/5419125577383947154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-above-one-below.html' title='THE ONE ABOVE THE ONE BELOW'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-6110070437597132232</id><published>2009-11-28T10:43:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T12:16:10.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Music, through you I found my muse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In my life you did intrude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In a way that felt so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;At times you portray an attitude so rude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But still I don't care cos you sound so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A note from a key, a string, or mahogany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sure brings good melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Such melody with inspiration, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Information and edutainment leads to entertainment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;One which gets me going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Drowning but yet still flowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I obey your rhythm and dance for a reason; love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Music, you bring me love, you bring me joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You replace me sadness with gladness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And sometimes with madness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Music, you speak with different tones and voices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;This makes me wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Who exactly are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;What will I be without you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;What will the world be without you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'm glad I found you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Cos I'll be deaf without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The world will be dumb without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And because we all made you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Life will be death without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-6110070437597132232?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6110070437597132232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6110070437597132232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/11/music.html' title='MUSIC'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-2344918280630529304</id><published>2009-11-28T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T12:01:47.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PASSION FOR FASHION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have passion for fashion&lt;br /&gt;So strong with love and affection&lt;br /&gt;It tells from the way I look; suave and so cute&lt;br /&gt;In mood and reaction looking good remains my mission&lt;br /&gt;With no intention of attracting public attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair and all I wear, perfumes and underwear&lt;br /&gt;Jeans, jewels, T- shirts and foot wears define my style so clear&lt;br /&gt;Though I came naked I must stay clothed&lt;br /&gt;Cultivating this idea makes me adhere&lt;br /&gt;To my style and all I wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever be me without what I wear?&lt;br /&gt;This seems like my greatest fear&lt;br /&gt;Though I’m aware I stay glued to my style and all I wear&lt;br /&gt;Creating an artistic impression of bodily expression with fashion&lt;br /&gt;This isn’t an obsession, its just my unending passion for fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-2344918280630529304?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/2344918280630529304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/2344918280630529304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/11/passion-for-fashion.html' title='PASSION FOR FASHION'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-5902219122967500396</id><published>2009-11-28T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T10:34:06.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEAVENLY QUEEN EARTHLY HIGHNESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Heavenly queen, earthly highness&lt;br /&gt;Looking through your eyes I see the madness&lt;br /&gt;Of them all I have seen you are the finest&lt;br /&gt;Give to me your heart, your time and likeness&lt;br /&gt;Give to me your love and all in that dress&lt;br /&gt;Cos me in that dress will kill the madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly queen earthly highness&lt;br /&gt;Looking at your lips gives me mind rest&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of a kiss is like a heart bless&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of your hips without a caress&lt;br /&gt;Is something like an err&lt;br /&gt;Because you’re priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly queen my earthly highness&lt;br /&gt;Its nothing like a film with movie madness&lt;br /&gt;Something like a dream but sure you’ll like this&lt;br /&gt;Something like a pin with lovely hardness&lt;br /&gt;But its nothing like a sin&lt;br /&gt;Just lovely blindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-5902219122967500396?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/5902219122967500396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/5902219122967500396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/11/heavenly-queen-earthly-highness.html' title='HEAVENLY QUEEN EARTHLY HIGHNESS'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-8689656787486439238</id><published>2009-11-28T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T10:18:00.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVERS' PLEDGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Blessed by the Lord I feel blessed with you&lt;br /&gt;I am an angel sent forth to you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the sun after the rain&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the pleasure after your pain&lt;br /&gt;Through the good and bad, the rough and tough&lt;br /&gt;The storm and the rain; with you I’ll remain&lt;br /&gt;Bright as the sun, firm as a rock&lt;br /&gt;Tough as an engine put at work&lt;br /&gt;I pledge all these so please believe&lt;br /&gt;Plus much more you’ll receive&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be your lover; I’ll be your friend&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be your partner until the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-8689656787486439238?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/8689656787486439238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/8689656787486439238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/11/lovers-pledge.html' title='LOVERS&apos; PLEDGE'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-5389782632696066566</id><published>2009-11-28T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T10:27:42.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN NIGHT FALLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When night falls the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;The clouds get dark, the birds go down&lt;br /&gt;The stars come out and shine so bright&lt;br /&gt;We all go in to rest our heads&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes get shut with mind at rest&lt;br /&gt;The goons come out to do their worse&lt;br /&gt;While thieves come out to fill their purse&lt;br /&gt;When night falls down I stay awake&lt;br /&gt;And watch the world until day break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-5389782632696066566?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/5389782632696066566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/5389782632696066566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-night-falls.html' title='WHEN NIGHT FALLS'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-1996725664822637957</id><published>2009-11-28T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T10:29:36.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MONEY THIRSTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Life is good but bad without food&lt;br /&gt;I’ll rob a bank but just if I could&lt;br /&gt;I need a job cos I have to eat&lt;br /&gt;I need good clothes and shoes for my feet&lt;br /&gt;My purse is empty&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are lengthy&lt;br /&gt;My mind is dirty&lt;br /&gt;My stomach’s empty&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not hungry, just money thirsty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-1996725664822637957?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/1996725664822637957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/1996725664822637957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/11/money-thirsty.html' title='MONEY THIRSTY'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-1780418113588359063</id><published>2009-11-28T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:51:09.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEF'S THEME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ingredients in place put a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;The magic spice lies right in front of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Plain on a platter at waist level, I act with no disguise&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The recipe steams from the heat beneath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That produced by the strike of a matchstick&lt;br /&gt;While I stir, let it flow and make it hit a hat trick&lt;br /&gt;No hat on, no apron, with two gloves on I’ll have you well come&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be glad when I’m done&lt;br /&gt;Cos my job is strictly for your satisfaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-1780418113588359063?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/1780418113588359063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/1780418113588359063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/11/chefs-theme.html' title='CHEF&apos;S THEME'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-5150896734719590227</id><published>2009-11-28T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T06:54:17.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS WOMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This woman is precious&lt;br /&gt;This woman is great&lt;br /&gt;With her and my ambitions, I keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;Like no other, I truly love her&lt;br /&gt;This woman is faithful, this woman is true&lt;br /&gt;She's a gem; best among the few&lt;br /&gt;To my soul her words are like food&lt;br /&gt;She's so good, the root of womanhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman shows love&lt;br /&gt;This woman is kind&lt;br /&gt;This woman's so tough&lt;br /&gt;She's one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;This woman is real, this woman is pure&lt;br /&gt;My one and only, the one I adore&lt;br /&gt;Like no other, this woman is mine&lt;br /&gt;She'll be my mother till end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-5150896734719590227?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/5150896734719590227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/5150896734719590227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-woman.html' title='THIS WOMAN'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-6189615313552087209</id><published>2009-11-28T09:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T06:11:16.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SEED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am the seed the soil could not refuse;&lt;br /&gt;The one the land can use&lt;br /&gt;I am the growing seed,&lt;br /&gt;Firm in the field of a struggling breed&lt;br /&gt;Among shrubs and weeds;&lt;br /&gt;The seed from which the world will feed&lt;br /&gt;Surviving the whirlwind made me an intrepid&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I rule in the life I lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born of a plant&lt;br /&gt;Fertilised by the soil on which I stand&lt;br /&gt;Now I plan to reproduce more of my kind&lt;br /&gt;I am the seed so tough,&lt;br /&gt;Smooth and yet so rough&lt;br /&gt;I am the seed so edible&lt;br /&gt;Above ground level, untouched by the weevil&lt;br /&gt;The birds and the devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-6189615313552087209?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6189615313552087209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6189615313552087209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/11/seed.html' title='THE SEED'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-6189696720824986038</id><published>2009-11-28T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T10:26:04.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF SHE CRIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If she cries who will wipe her eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Not even her children or grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;Cos by them she's been despised and so brutalised&lt;br /&gt;Loved and hated, betrayed and humiliated&lt;br /&gt;But still she grows&lt;br /&gt;Destined for where no one knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surviving different stages she gracefully ages&lt;br /&gt;Year after year in the cloth she's ever worn;&lt;br /&gt;A green and white gown&lt;br /&gt;Now tattered and torn&lt;br /&gt;Young but quite old, rich and yet poor&lt;br /&gt;She stands for peace and represents unity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She begs for freedom out of captivity&lt;br /&gt;Freedom of oneself and freedom from atrocities&lt;br /&gt;Committed by her seeds for selfish needs&lt;br /&gt;She's been so independent growing her seeds&lt;br /&gt;Greasing their knees, providing their needs&lt;br /&gt;But now she's weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she cries they'll suffer and grieve&lt;br /&gt;Each and every one of her seeds;&lt;br /&gt;The repercussion they'll sure receive&lt;br /&gt;A harvest of weeds is what they'll reap&lt;br /&gt;They'll struggle in vain and paddle in pain&lt;br /&gt;Cos the tears she'll shed will water like rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-6189696720824986038?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6189696720824986038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6189696720824986038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-she-cries.html' title='IF SHE CRIES'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-4325929025078473250</id><published>2009-11-28T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T09:39:41.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I SMILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I smile when I wake at times of day break&lt;br /&gt;I smile at each day upon which I pray&lt;br /&gt;I smile when the sun shines&lt;br /&gt;For its best to make hay&lt;br /&gt;But still I pray for a calm rainy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile when I see you&lt;br /&gt;Cos you are such a perfect view&lt;br /&gt;I smile when I reminisce&lt;br /&gt;On the good and bad; the things I had&lt;br /&gt;And for those I lost, still I smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile at earth, of all she consists&lt;br /&gt;I smile at nature and all that exists&lt;br /&gt;Life and death, my sight and breath&lt;br /&gt;The birds and trees, fishes and seas&lt;br /&gt;The moon and stars, at the sky I smile&lt;br /&gt;Black or blue, I love the view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile at kids; little boys and girls&lt;br /&gt;I smile at jewels; diamond, gold and pearls&lt;br /&gt;I smile at the economy, how well it grows&lt;br /&gt;I smile at my peers, family friends and foes&lt;br /&gt;For no one knows what the future holds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile when I succeed, at times when I achieve&lt;br /&gt;At times like these, sure I smile&lt;br /&gt;I smile at the world and I smile for the Lord&lt;br /&gt;I smile for His sake cos the life I lead&lt;br /&gt;He sure did make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-4325929025078473250?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/4325929025078473250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/4325929025078473250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-smile.html' title='I SMILE'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-4235894492537041197</id><published>2009-11-28T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T07:45:42.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE JUICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In mind, body and soul&lt;br /&gt;It reigns for whoever knows&lt;br /&gt;In graceful movement and tender meekness&lt;br /&gt;It grows but never shows&lt;br /&gt;Exchange of words like kisses and hugs&lt;br /&gt;A lively cruise in sacred fuse&lt;br /&gt;Comes and offer no one should refuse;&lt;br /&gt;A taste of love juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love juice shows but never flows&lt;br /&gt;Cos it’s nothing like the fluid everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;With an aim to please, it comes; as mild as peace&lt;br /&gt;And brings about full body ease&lt;br /&gt;In full control it takes charge&lt;br /&gt;And makes two become one whole&lt;br /&gt;As mild as it may seem, love juice is keen&lt;br /&gt;Love juice is King, love juice is Queen&lt;br /&gt;It comes for good to reign supreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-4235894492537041197?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/4235894492537041197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/4235894492537041197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-juice.html' title='LOVE JUICE'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-3642522374170658911</id><published>2009-11-28T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T09:30:05.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEART GALLERY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Another day another name&lt;br /&gt;Another piece without a frame&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my mind, in thoughts and meditation&lt;br /&gt;Through imagination and retrospection,&lt;br /&gt;Portrayal and exhibition&lt;br /&gt;I thrive as my own curator&lt;br /&gt;The events I hold of stories untold&lt;br /&gt;Plus images and figures I mould&lt;br /&gt;May allow my secrets unfold&lt;br /&gt;My hands are too weak to hold them all&lt;br /&gt;My mouth is too heavy to say them all&lt;br /&gt;But in my heart I house them all&lt;br /&gt;They remain safe finally&lt;br /&gt;Here in my heart gallery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-3642522374170658911?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/3642522374170658911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/3642522374170658911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/11/heart-gallery.html' title='HEART GALLERY'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-3055596995241076202</id><published>2009-10-07T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:11:44.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN I FOUND YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eyes shut mind open I found something&lt;br /&gt;Something like a being so real&lt;br /&gt;Kind of like a dream so real&lt;br /&gt;Something new to my view&lt;br /&gt;Something sweet just like you&lt;br /&gt;Something pretty, something deep&lt;br /&gt;Something smooth, something with curves&lt;br /&gt;Plus two buds asking for hugs&lt;br /&gt;Like raindrops from above I found love&lt;br /&gt;Though I never knew I found peace&lt;br /&gt;Peace and all the above when I found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-3055596995241076202?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/3055596995241076202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/3055596995241076202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-found-you.html' title='WHEN I FOUND YOU'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-6916195410129420241</id><published>2009-09-30T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T05:14:58.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAUTIFUL TO THE BRIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Beautiful to the brim&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty's so mean, its like a sin&lt;br /&gt;One I must commit&lt;br /&gt;Even if I must forfeit&lt;br /&gt;Full to the brim,&lt;br /&gt;All over it flows wherever your body goes&lt;br /&gt;However, whenever you pass I feel like its gas&lt;br /&gt;'cos when I don't see you I bet I perceive you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful to the brim&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty's so mean, so mean and so full&lt;br /&gt;And now it spills like drugs that kill&lt;br /&gt;Syrup and pills; overdose that is&lt;br /&gt;Like a meal made of lean&lt;br /&gt;For your love I'm so keen&lt;br /&gt;Full to the brim, no wonder it spills&lt;br /&gt;My heart now beats for fear of how long it'll last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful to the brim&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty's so real&lt;br /&gt;If it were a meal, I'll never starve&lt;br /&gt;'cos you, I'll forever have&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you my everlasting dear&lt;br /&gt;And erase my long lasting fear of how long it'll last&lt;br /&gt;For without me your beauty will fade&lt;br /&gt;But with me its bound to be made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-6916195410129420241?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6916195410129420241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6916195410129420241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-to-brim.html' title='BEAUTIFUL TO THE BRIM'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-420557778017297537</id><published>2009-09-30T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T14:45:15.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RENDITION OF LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Life seems short, too short to see all I should&lt;br /&gt;Too short that I might die in no time&lt;br /&gt;Probably after reciting this line&lt;br /&gt;By chance it occurs, post no fear&lt;br /&gt;Shed no tear, just dry your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And celebrate my demise&lt;br /&gt;For the eyes are best utilised to visualise&lt;br /&gt;Preferably the path to success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life seems short, too short to learn all I should&lt;br /&gt;Too short to know all I should&lt;br /&gt;Too short to achieve my desires of which I would&lt;br /&gt;But knowledge is best retained when moderately obtained&lt;br /&gt;And what we desire determines the rate we expire&lt;br /&gt;So why must I know all?&lt;br /&gt;And why must I have all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life seems short, too short for one to live&lt;br /&gt;Too short but can be made long&lt;br /&gt;For a well preserved tongue&lt;br /&gt;Accepted at birth and rejected at death;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a gift&lt;br /&gt;One well deserved to one its well preserved&lt;br /&gt;Life seems short but life is long&lt;br /&gt;Break your watch to prove me wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-420557778017297537?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/420557778017297537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/420557778017297537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/rendition-of-life.html' title='RENDITION OF LIFE'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-4061598229203122338</id><published>2009-09-30T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:58:35.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEET FEMALE BLOOD MALE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sweet female blood male, a love like none&lt;br /&gt;Working together in unity as one&lt;br /&gt;From your tie a family was formed&lt;br /&gt;I love you and the seeds you bore&lt;br /&gt;I apologise for all I did wrong&lt;br /&gt;To you all I belong&lt;br /&gt;With love we all grew strong&lt;br /&gt;With love we'll all live long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you now, like I always did&lt;br /&gt;And I'll always do, now and always&lt;br /&gt;Always and forever I'll still love you&lt;br /&gt;Even though your hair's turned grey&lt;br /&gt;And if the strands pull away&lt;br /&gt;For you I'll still pray&lt;br /&gt;'cos my love will still stay&lt;br /&gt;With you my sweet female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you too, just as ever&lt;br /&gt;Now and whenever, whenever and forever&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're now old&lt;br /&gt;You're still a giver, my life saver&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes a redeemer&lt;br /&gt;For this I thank you, I appreciate you&lt;br /&gt;And I give you this love not for sale&lt;br /&gt;My dear blood male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-4061598229203122338?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/4061598229203122338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/4061598229203122338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweet-female-blood-male.html' title='SWEET FEMALE BLOOD MALE'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-3995630815953935915</id><published>2009-09-30T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T05:11:20.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOREVER WE'LL BE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Image immaculate must be my soul mate&lt;br /&gt;So blind I've ever been&lt;br /&gt;My vision's now clear, you're one so dear&lt;br /&gt;How dare I ignore this chance of having a great romance&lt;br /&gt;With a name as plain as the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Frame as plain as the name,&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I'm on the right lane&lt;br /&gt;Like heaven sent, I just can't reject&lt;br /&gt;No more lies, no more games&lt;br /&gt;For those I told, I didn't mean to&lt;br /&gt;And those I played, I thought of you all through&lt;br /&gt;Like a brand with a seal which no one can peel&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you feel&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the brand, I'll be the seal&lt;br /&gt;Forever we'll be&lt;br /&gt;A relationship so pure, mutual and real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-3995630815953935915?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/3995630815953935915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/3995630815953935915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/forever-well-be.html' title='FOREVER WE&apos;LL BE'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-7164416373024258486</id><published>2009-09-30T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T05:09:24.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OLD ENOUGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As old as I feel is as old as I am&lt;br /&gt;For whatever the case may be&lt;br /&gt;I'll be as old as you see&lt;br /&gt;Old enough for a badge&lt;br /&gt;With which I'll take charge&lt;br /&gt;Old enough to achieve with plans to live large&lt;br /&gt;Old enough to stride and never crawl&lt;br /&gt;To get up with pride when I fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As old as I may seem is as old as I am&lt;br /&gt;Until my death day,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be as old as my birthday&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I'm old enough to be me&lt;br /&gt;Old enough to lead;&lt;br /&gt;On the street and in my field&lt;br /&gt;My troops and colleagues&lt;br /&gt;The kids I will breed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As old as I've been known is as old as I've grown&lt;br /&gt;Old enough to teach&lt;br /&gt;Old enough to learn;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for me to earn&lt;br /&gt;Out to possess, I crave for success&lt;br /&gt;Clever and bold I strive for my own&lt;br /&gt;'cos I'm old enough to make it&lt;br /&gt;Just on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-7164416373024258486?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/7164416373024258486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/7164416373024258486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-enough.html' title='OLD ENOUGH'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-6336866404342240874</id><published>2009-09-30T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T05:18:00.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABOUT THE WRITER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Conceived by a woman so strong&lt;br /&gt;Begotten by a man so great&lt;br /&gt;Little boy living by the literature of faith&lt;br /&gt;Began walking at week twenty eight&lt;br /&gt;Obeying the rules of his mother,&lt;br /&gt;The laws of his father,&lt;br /&gt;And teachings of his maker&lt;br /&gt;With much love for academics and gymnastics,&lt;br /&gt;He led in his classes&lt;br /&gt;And began swinging back flips at age six&lt;br /&gt;Hard headed and outlaw minded&lt;br /&gt;At thirteen, he started feinding on the street&lt;br /&gt;Institutionalised, he felt the heat on the street&lt;br /&gt;Education on the same street made him hard and thug living&lt;br /&gt;But mother's influence made him calm and feminine&lt;br /&gt;He never trifles with education 'cos listening is his motivation&lt;br /&gt;Whoever he may be, he's still a son of man&lt;br /&gt;A son of God&lt;br /&gt;The salt of the earth&lt;br /&gt;A fish out the net&lt;br /&gt;A piece out the dirt&lt;br /&gt;Thats him you can bet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-6336866404342240874?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6336866404342240874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6336866404342240874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/about-writer.html' title='ABOUT THE WRITER'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-3261976838698623776</id><published>2009-07-02T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:04:10.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY 1080° POETRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My poetry is what it is&lt;br /&gt;What you hear is what you get&lt;br /&gt;In every disc, tape or plate we play,&lt;br /&gt;Music plays at an angle, 360°&lt;br /&gt;Music is my poetry and my poetry is music&lt;br /&gt;What will I be without music?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be mute without my poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poetry is what it is&lt;br /&gt;The way I live is who I am;&lt;br /&gt;An intrepid ever since I was a seed&lt;br /&gt;Switching gears, I thrived off my teenage years&lt;br /&gt;Now whirling as a youth&lt;br /&gt;In a circle I stand at an angle, 360°&lt;br /&gt;Life is poetry and my poetry is life&lt;br /&gt;What will life be without poetry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poetry is what it is&lt;br /&gt;What you see is what you read&lt;br /&gt;I spanned through every curve in my art&lt;br /&gt;And arrived in a circle at an angle, 360°&lt;br /&gt;Music, Life and Art put together&lt;br /&gt;All in one I found my poetry&lt;br /&gt;My poetry is what it is, 1080 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-3261976838698623776?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/3261976838698623776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/3261976838698623776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-1080-poetry.html' title='MY 1080° POETRY'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-2972970622918216417</id><published>2009-06-28T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T06:28:12.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO I AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who I am is who I am&lt;br /&gt;Conceived by my mother&lt;br /&gt;Begotten by my father&lt;br /&gt;A son of man; just a black brother&lt;br /&gt;A friend indeed and a giver who never shows greed&lt;br /&gt;Sown as a seed, I sprung to a kid&lt;br /&gt;The one with the lead&lt;br /&gt;From the class to the field&lt;br /&gt;I'm a leader indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who I am is who I am&lt;br /&gt;A brother with guts and history&lt;br /&gt;With a heart that’s military&lt;br /&gt;Rich and strong, I'm a ruler of my kind&lt;br /&gt;One with pure mind and love for mankind&lt;br /&gt;A preacher with words&lt;br /&gt;A teacher with thoughts&lt;br /&gt;A soldier with guns;&lt;br /&gt;That’s who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-2972970622918216417?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/2972970622918216417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/2972970622918216417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-i-am.html' title='WHO I AM'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-8006681985846520875</id><published>2009-06-28T05:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T00:39:01.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHITEBOY SHYNE- ONE OF THIS WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am of this world, a true son of God&lt;br /&gt;A soldier with guns&lt;br /&gt;A teacher with thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A preacher with words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ask of my proof, search for my shield&lt;br /&gt;My pad or my pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine why I shoot&lt;br /&gt;How I shield, why I read&lt;br /&gt;How I write&lt;br /&gt;For the witches and wizards,&lt;br /&gt;Demons and the devil&lt;br /&gt;Shall crumble when I rumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture me living, a catholic rebel&lt;br /&gt;On a higher level above the devil&lt;br /&gt;And whatever trouble they plan&lt;br /&gt;Shall fall double upon their clan&lt;br /&gt;I am of this world, yours in eternity&lt;br /&gt;Whiteboy Shyne; your son to infinity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO I AM (Part 2)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-8006681985846520875?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/8006681985846520875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/8006681985846520875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-1080-degrees-poetry.html' title='WHITEBOY SHYNE- ONE OF THIS WORLD'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-2190890492644972099</id><published>2009-06-28T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T06:14:41.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TRUTH IN YOUR FACE- READ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The truth is more told when written than when spoken&lt;br /&gt;Read!&lt;br /&gt;There are friends and there are good friends&lt;br /&gt;Men and good men&lt;br /&gt;There are leaders and there are good leaders&lt;br /&gt;Builders and destroyers&lt;br /&gt;There are fiction and non- fiction&lt;br /&gt;Scripts and writers&lt;br /&gt;Read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passage in tunnels&lt;br /&gt;Models and role models&lt;br /&gt;Much to be seen&lt;br /&gt;Much to be heard&lt;br /&gt;Listen and learn&lt;br /&gt;Read and decipher&lt;br /&gt;Compare and contrast&lt;br /&gt;Comprehend and understand&lt;br /&gt;Read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more but don't believe all&lt;br /&gt;'cos there lives the truth&lt;br /&gt;And here on earth lives the lie&lt;br /&gt;The lie is imaginary&lt;br /&gt;It only exists when the truth is kept secret&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is real, right in your face&lt;br /&gt;Deep in your heart, engraved in your soul&lt;br /&gt;Find it, 'cos this and nothing but the truth can save us all&lt;br /&gt;Read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is even when written than when spoken&lt;br /&gt;Read!&lt;br /&gt;But who do you believe in?&lt;br /&gt;Is it he, she, this, them, or me?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just you? Do you believe in yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Do you truly believe in you?&lt;br /&gt;Now decide, is it the scripture?&lt;br /&gt;The writer, the preacher, the leader&lt;br /&gt;The builder or the destroyer?&lt;br /&gt;Read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in the message in this passage?&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in the message and the passage?&lt;br /&gt;Or do you believe in either?&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in the third verse?&lt;br /&gt;Or is your idea converse?&lt;br /&gt;Read!&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in man?&lt;br /&gt;Or you just believe his words?&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Or you just believe in gods?&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Allah?&lt;br /&gt;Or do you just believe in Buddha?&lt;br /&gt;Read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now do you see the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Can you recognize the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Can you find the truth out of the root?&lt;br /&gt;What about the fruit?&lt;br /&gt;Was it truly eaten or is it still waiting to be eaten?&lt;br /&gt;Read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you truly know the truth then ask yourself;&lt;br /&gt;What is the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Who is the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Though hidden in the root, Its in your face&lt;br /&gt;Plain to see and sound enough to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But the truth is better read than heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-2190890492644972099?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/2190890492644972099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/2190890492644972099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/truth-is-more-told-when-written-than.html' title='THE TRUTH IN YOUR FACE- READ!'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-4593490359420849021</id><published>2009-06-28T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T06:37:45.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A TIME LIKE THIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Imagine a time like this; one without destroyers&lt;br /&gt;When slaves become masters&lt;br /&gt;Masters become rulers&lt;br /&gt;Rulers become leaders&lt;br /&gt;And leaders remain builders&lt;br /&gt;A time of truth&lt;br /&gt;A time without lies&lt;br /&gt;A time of facts; one without doubts&lt;br /&gt;A time of truce&lt;br /&gt;A time of freedom&lt;br /&gt;A time of peace&lt;br /&gt;A time of tranquility&lt;br /&gt;A time of safety&lt;br /&gt;And a time of liberty&lt;br /&gt;One for my people free from captivity&lt;br /&gt;A time like this may seem unimaginable&lt;br /&gt;It may leave us in a state of uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;It may be thought of until infinity&lt;br /&gt;Sure, cos it only exists in eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-4593490359420849021?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/4593490359420849021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/4593490359420849021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-like-this.html' title='A TIME LIKE THIS'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-7111251577049629555</id><published>2009-06-28T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T05:45:43.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO WE ARE, WHAT WILL BE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My looks seem like a glimpse of where I’m from&lt;br /&gt;Real human, full fledged African&lt;br /&gt;Truly Nigerian&lt;br /&gt;My root is my pride&lt;br /&gt;But my tongue speaks nothing of my tribe&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame them; not mama, not papa, no one!&lt;br /&gt;For no one and I mean no one but me is guilty&lt;br /&gt;So blame me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why blame me, hmm?&lt;br /&gt;Why blame me?!&lt;br /&gt;When ancient African civilization is on a verge of a merge&lt;br /&gt;With modern day civilization&lt;br /&gt;Without glasses, I foresee a new clear reaction&lt;br /&gt;For the masses, a new world order&lt;br /&gt;The reaction will stabilize our tradition&lt;br /&gt;The later will make revolution history in our tradition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-7111251577049629555?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/7111251577049629555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/7111251577049629555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-we-are-what-will-be.html' title='WHO WE ARE, WHAT WILL BE'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-8636200870630884089</id><published>2009-06-28T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T05:44:47.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST A FACT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How can I be me if I can't be me?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Whiteboy Shyne,&lt;br /&gt;Born to shine with all that’s mine&lt;br /&gt;My race is black&lt;br /&gt;My skin is brown&lt;br /&gt;My hair is black&lt;br /&gt;My ass is black&lt;br /&gt;From rear to back,&lt;br /&gt;I love to hack&lt;br /&gt;I love the dark&lt;br /&gt;And I love Tupac&lt;br /&gt;Now that’s a fact&lt;br /&gt;'cos I don't fake jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-8636200870630884089?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/8636200870630884089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/8636200870630884089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-fact.html' title='JUST A FACT'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-6958544043143385174</id><published>2008-11-27T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T05:36:13.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LADY LOVELY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lonely was a lady so lovely&lt;br /&gt;When I found her, cheerful was my Lady lovely&lt;br /&gt;Interaction with Lady lovely was an expression of immediate emotion&lt;br /&gt;Fused with a transmission of intimate relation&lt;br /&gt;Her words had me caught up&lt;br /&gt;So captivating, lady lovely had me in full motion&lt;br /&gt;Soaked up with lady passion,&lt;br /&gt;I was driven by the notion I was having a chain reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an image perfectly moulded&lt;br /&gt;She's a queen no one can deny&lt;br /&gt;One on which I can rely&lt;br /&gt;For as long as she's known&lt;br /&gt;I'll never settle for less&lt;br /&gt;My good Queen Bess&lt;br /&gt;Reigns over the land she dwells&lt;br /&gt;With her curved hips, sumptuous boobs and firm tits,&lt;br /&gt;In every cloth she rightly fits&lt;br /&gt;Guarded by her lovely lips,&lt;br /&gt;Her teeth glitter whenever she grins&lt;br /&gt;And those lips, worth more then Nefretiti's&lt;br /&gt;Are meant to be kissed by no one but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later conversations with Lady lovely were strictly friendly&lt;br /&gt;But one lewd conversation led to my craving imagination&lt;br /&gt;All about lady lovely&lt;br /&gt;Her sexy aura crowded the atmosphere we were&lt;br /&gt;Her hazel eyes sparkled like lights in pair&lt;br /&gt;Her shiny hair, quite dark and curly&lt;br /&gt;Felt so fluffy as she hugged me&lt;br /&gt;Ready to leave for the night,&lt;br /&gt;Low went the lights&lt;br /&gt;Kisses from cheeks to lips,&lt;br /&gt;Neck and shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;Back and tummy,&lt;br /&gt;Made her moan cos she felt horny&lt;br /&gt;And couldn't leave till morning&lt;br /&gt;But a word from Lady lovely made me worry&lt;br /&gt;'Mummy', still moaning, she said&lt;br /&gt;'Forgive me mummy'&lt;br /&gt;And I was like 'I know you're horny',&lt;br /&gt;'I'll be done by morning'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt safe with me so she let me in&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I did fill her in&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't resist my kisses and hugs&lt;br /&gt;Smooches and rubs&lt;br /&gt;So we went down and made good love&lt;br /&gt;Not until sunrise did I realize&lt;br /&gt;What or who really went down&lt;br /&gt;Panties and wears&lt;br /&gt;A girl and a boy&lt;br /&gt;A red polka dot on my sheet&lt;br /&gt;Intoxicated from the gin,&lt;br /&gt;I and Lady lovely had committed a sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-6958544043143385174?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6958544043143385174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6958544043143385174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2008/11/1080-degrees-poetry_27.html' title='LADY LOVELY'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-2211563993232806604</id><published>2008-11-27T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T09:44:59.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN COMMUNION WITH THE DON</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Twelve years after my twelfth&lt;br /&gt;Close to twelve years after your death&lt;br /&gt;My birthday; a date I celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Close to your remembrance; a date I await&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gone for twelve years&lt;br /&gt;Now I shed my last tears&lt;br /&gt;What do they expect? Your return?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I doubt! Something in turn&lt;br /&gt;A new leaf is what they'll get&lt;br /&gt;Because after your death&lt;br /&gt;Came a rebirth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-2211563993232806604?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/2211563993232806604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/2211563993232806604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2008/11/twelve-years-after-my-twelfth-close-to.html' title='IN COMMUNION WITH THE DON'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-3745735769348603733</id><published>2008-05-16T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:50:47.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAHAD'S THEME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The path looks so free&lt;br /&gt;Coast so clear&lt;br /&gt;Peak quite near&lt;br /&gt;Though words that imbibe fear&lt;br /&gt;Resound in my ear&lt;br /&gt;I really don't care&lt;br /&gt;'cos to make it out there&lt;br /&gt;We must live without fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-3745735769348603733?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/3745735769348603733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/3745735769348603733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2008/05/wahads-theme.html' title='WAHAD&apos;S THEME'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-92187606085647347</id><published>2008-05-16T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:38:54.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LITTLE KIDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Little kids, boys and girls&lt;br /&gt;Born free like gold and pearls&lt;br /&gt;So precious, so young and quite dumb&lt;br /&gt;Just a few do wrong&lt;br /&gt;They do and say whatever&lt;br /&gt;However, wherever they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young at age three,&lt;br /&gt;Little boys live free&lt;br /&gt;Life seems stress free&lt;br /&gt;Till they reminisce on history&lt;br /&gt;Wayne heads and brain heads play&lt;br /&gt;They all live like nerds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute little girls like baby dolls&lt;br /&gt;Mild and gentle, so lovely;&lt;br /&gt;Their toys are baby dolls&lt;br /&gt;Little stress cause tears,&lt;br /&gt;Flow like waterfalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little kids, little lesson; be cheerful&lt;br /&gt;Stay faithful and be honest to your parents&lt;br /&gt;Young delinquents, always stay true&lt;br /&gt;Go to school and you'll surely make it through&lt;br /&gt;All my love just for you&lt;br /&gt;Precious boys and girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-92187606085647347?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/92187606085647347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/92187606085647347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-kids.html' title='LITTLE KIDS'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-923329012385168131</id><published>2008-05-16T16:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:19:36.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RETRIBUTION: A BALLAD OF C.S. WAHAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He may look like a dumb beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But don't call him a meek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;His legs may be dusty with filth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But don't step on his feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;'cos he'll come for you using his fist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;On a mission to retaliate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He traveled through states&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So many hours, he just couldn't wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dressed in white, flooded with light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He walked through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Through a path, his words led the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You stepped on my feet saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;'It was mistaken for the concrete'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You called a shot to strip me off my dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Surely you thought I wouldn't hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Wahad is here, not to imbibe fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But to react and leave you right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I fight with words and sometimes with swords&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But today, I'll leave both for the gods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The guilty will plead but I'll make him bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This fateful day, I'll make him my prey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And when I'm done, retribution will lead the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Just for him I traveled through states&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Journey so long, I just couldn't wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now my wrath, he'll surely taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Setting eye on his prey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;His viscous act carried the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;'cos no one stands in his way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And leaves with no pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I picked the fact, now it justifies my act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;For sure I've made an impact;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Broken jaw, bleeding nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A nursery lesson for my foes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Another tread will be a feast;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Strictly for the beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He'll come for you using his teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;No longer his fists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-923329012385168131?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/923329012385168131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/923329012385168131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2008/05/retribution-ballad-of-cs-wahad_16.html' title='RETRIBUTION: A BALLAD OF C.S. WAHAD'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-5245968853107143464</id><published>2008-05-16T16:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:44:02.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEET TO SOUR TURNED BITTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;He had a life, money kids and wife&lt;br /&gt;He had options; life or death&lt;br /&gt;To live or leave&lt;br /&gt;Success or failure; to stand or fall&lt;br /&gt;He took a chance and chose them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To him life was like a buffet&lt;br /&gt;Where he had it all&lt;br /&gt;He could serve himself and do them all&lt;br /&gt;Lifestyle so positive later turned negative&lt;br /&gt;A family where fidelity reigned&lt;br /&gt;Was where debauchery came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From drinking to drunken,&lt;br /&gt;Fussing and fighting&lt;br /&gt;He stormed out every night digging for something&lt;br /&gt;Day after day was how he lived&lt;br /&gt;Till he tasted the truth; so bitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From sweet to sour, he tested positive&lt;br /&gt;And bedridden the next hour&lt;br /&gt;He had the money, wished for the start&lt;br /&gt;But had no power&lt;br /&gt;If only had he stayed positive&lt;br /&gt;May he have tested negative&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-5245968853107143464?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/5245968853107143464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/5245968853107143464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweet-to-sour-turned-bitter_2706.html' title='SWEET TO SOUR TURNED BITTER'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-4328835610358416278</id><published>2008-05-16T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:24:40.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU LORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I’m so grateful to You Lord&lt;br /&gt;For this very day&lt;br /&gt;It’s another day which you have made&lt;br /&gt;I will rejoice and be glad in it&lt;br /&gt;And like every other day,&lt;br /&gt;I get to my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord is what I say,&lt;br /&gt;For this very faithful day&lt;br /&gt;I will thrive off whatever today&lt;br /&gt;Because your mercy endures forever I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant me the strength to overcome today&lt;br /&gt;And walk only in a righteous way&lt;br /&gt;This is what I’ll always say&lt;br /&gt;If I live to see another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-4328835610358416278?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/4328835610358416278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/4328835610358416278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-you-lord.html' title='THANK YOU LORD'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-8176722159040956171</id><published>2007-11-25T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:33:23.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm happy to be a year older&lt;br /&gt;Today, Saturday is my birthday&lt;br /&gt;The day of the week I was truly born&lt;br /&gt;Now in history, it’s so long gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All praise and thanks be unto you Lord&lt;br /&gt;For my life achievement is due to your glory&lt;br /&gt;Born as my mum's third son, I'm now her third born&lt;br /&gt;That’s my birthday; just like history, its so long gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm asked what I recall about my first day,&lt;br /&gt;I'll rightly say it was my birthday and still is my birthday&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is what it is and exactly what I say it is; history&lt;br /&gt;And just like history, my birthday repeats itself&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-8176722159040956171?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/8176722159040956171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/8176722159040956171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2007/11/welcome-note.html' title='MY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-5460586581190041385</id><published>2007-11-25T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:19:57.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAIT TILL THEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They think I wouldn't grow&lt;br /&gt;'cos I'm above twenty-one&lt;br /&gt;And speak with a tone so low&lt;br /&gt;Wait till then, in a few years&lt;br /&gt;Surely less than ten&lt;br /&gt;Just about when I'll get bigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the moon&lt;br /&gt;My future will be so bright&lt;br /&gt;And soon my enemies will go blind&lt;br /&gt;Wait till then&lt;br /&gt;I know they hate but I speak with faith&lt;br /&gt;There will be so many eyes on me&lt;br /&gt;But so much envy from my enemies&lt;br /&gt;Will make their tears accumulate&lt;br /&gt;'cos I'll be bigger than they'll accommodate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some will hear but every one of them will see&lt;br /&gt;Just what I'll grow to be&lt;br /&gt;Wait till then&lt;br /&gt;My enemies cry when I prophesy&lt;br /&gt;So I guess they'll grieve when I achieve&lt;br /&gt;I'll be like someone they've never seen&lt;br /&gt;Wait till then and you'll know what I mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-5460586581190041385?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/5460586581190041385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/5460586581190041385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2007/11/1080-degrees-poetry.html' title='WAIT TILL THEN'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-8237533438277467072</id><published>2007-10-26T05:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T12:48:29.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDS TO A LAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Be a kid and take the lead&lt;br /&gt;Lace your boot and lead your troop&lt;br /&gt;Go to school and have a tool&lt;br /&gt;Hold your head, don't be a nerd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay in school and play the rules&lt;br /&gt;Be a youth and know your route&lt;br /&gt;Walk the route and get a job&lt;br /&gt;Use your head, don't be misled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a man and have a plan&lt;br /&gt;Take a dive and grab a wife&lt;br /&gt;Lay your bed and rest your head,&lt;br /&gt;Then have some kids and live your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-8237533438277467072?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/8237533438277467072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/8237533438277467072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/sex_26.html' title='WORDS TO A LAD'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-7295223711614401652</id><published>2007-10-26T05:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T09:59:38.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Life seems short but Life is long&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on while using your tongue&lt;br /&gt;Accepted at birth and rejected by death&lt;br /&gt;Life is a gift and Life isn’t short&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-7295223711614401652?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/7295223711614401652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/7295223711614401652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/life_26.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-2668786343264569337</id><published>2007-10-26T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T05:46:08.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEATH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Though the wages of sin is death&lt;br /&gt;Death isn’t a punishment for sinners&lt;br /&gt;but a certainty in every mortal life&lt;br /&gt;A coward dies so many times but&lt;br /&gt;A brave heart dies just once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death calls several times&lt;br /&gt;but comes just once,&lt;br /&gt;It calls with no ID and takes what’s yours&lt;br /&gt;People see death as a loss but&lt;br /&gt;I see death as a must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death comes in a second and&lt;br /&gt;Surely leaves a record;&lt;br /&gt;It leaves when a heart dies&lt;br /&gt;And causes loud cries&lt;br /&gt;My death will lead me to paradise&lt;br /&gt;So don’t cry in the event of my demise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-2668786343264569337?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/2668786343264569337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/2668786343264569337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/death_26.html' title='DEATH'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-7343483513122246138</id><published>2007-10-26T05:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T05:50:22.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BALLAD OF A 'SOULJA'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He came, He wrote and He spoke&lt;br /&gt;He spoke with courage, words that encourage&lt;br /&gt;but He left at an early age&lt;br /&gt;My heart has wept for a decade&lt;br /&gt;with tears flowing in a cascade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They claimed he was violent&lt;br /&gt;because He refused to be silent&lt;br /&gt;but when He left, they all wept&lt;br /&gt;A tattoo of him is engraved in my heart&lt;br /&gt;So we both will never be apart&lt;br /&gt;A decade since He's been gone, He's still not done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect His return because&lt;br /&gt;Machiavelli's return made Him the Don&lt;br /&gt;Some think He's dead while some think He's not&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is&lt;br /&gt;He lives Like it or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Composed: 09/13/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In memory of the DON a.k.a LESANE PARISH CROOKS a.k.a MAKAVELI&lt;br /&gt;TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-7343483513122246138?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/7343483513122246138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/7343483513122246138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/fuck-friends.html' title='BALLAD OF A &apos;SOULJA&apos;'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-1871682588672909150</id><published>2007-10-26T05:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T06:18:04.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY MINOR FEATURES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I walk with stiff foot stamps&lt;br /&gt;My thighs are thick, body's lithe&lt;br /&gt;As tall as a beast who's just an inch shy of six ft.&lt;br /&gt;Head up, chest out, abs tight&lt;br /&gt;I'm ever ready to fist fight&lt;br /&gt;My frequent smiles obscure my outlaw mind&lt;br /&gt;But a close watch tells I'm one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Whiteboy! Not describing my race&lt;br /&gt;but setting a pace for the human race&lt;br /&gt;I'm white cos always in my heart, untainted thoughts are all I conceive&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my African sun&lt;br /&gt;My skin looks brown and just like James Brown,&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it loud; I'm black and I'm proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak with a clear note, a few quotes&lt;br /&gt;but with no litotes&lt;br /&gt;Introspective but never apprehensive,&lt;br /&gt;Savoir faire is my personality&lt;br /&gt;With my soft talk and light words,&lt;br /&gt;you might label me a meek&lt;br /&gt;But a peep, quite deep might disclose to you&lt;br /&gt;the life I lead; I'm an intrepid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-1871682588672909150?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/1871682588672909150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/1871682588672909150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/fuck-threat.html' title='MY MINOR FEATURES'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-1194640599036948607</id><published>2007-10-26T05:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T05:51:20.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT SHE WORTHS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I searched and she was found&lt;br /&gt;then a relationship was bound&lt;br /&gt;I esteem her more than scepters and thrones&lt;br /&gt;And compare her to none of those&lt;br /&gt;I now see riches as nothing because&lt;br /&gt;with her I know I’ve got something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon no priceless stone as her peer&lt;br /&gt;For compared with her, gold seems so old&lt;br /&gt;and beside her, diamonds are just stones&lt;br /&gt;I adore her more than wealth and beauty&lt;br /&gt;and prefer her voice to the sound of the 60’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her more than daylight&lt;br /&gt;and even a peaceful night because&lt;br /&gt;Her radiance never sleeps; even at night&lt;br /&gt;On her shoulder she gets a kiss from me&lt;br /&gt;Because in her company all good things come to me&lt;br /&gt;On my shoulder she rests whenever she’s stressed&lt;br /&gt;'cos I’m a 'soulja' ever willing to hold her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-1194640599036948607?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/1194640599036948607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/1194640599036948607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-she-worths.html' title='WHAT SHE WORTHS'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-7124867969585600038</id><published>2007-10-26T05:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T05:48:29.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEART TO HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Heart to heart, you and me,&lt;br /&gt;A soul mate I need&lt;br /&gt;and a true friend indeed&lt;br /&gt;Yours and mine together as one&lt;br /&gt;United we’ll stand but divided we’ll fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart to heart is a plan that works&lt;br /&gt;Talking with you and sharing real thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Feeling alone? Call on my phone&lt;br /&gt;Never again will you be on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart for my heart, what about that?&lt;br /&gt;Walk on my path and I won't break your heart&lt;br /&gt;Heart to heart we should live just as one;&lt;br /&gt;Sincere soul mates and not just bed mates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-7124867969585600038?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/7124867969585600038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/7124867969585600038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/heart-to-heart_26.html' title='HEART TO HEART'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-6470641445449899807</id><published>2007-10-26T05:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T08:46:46.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FEW ABOUT YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like your style but don’t ask me why&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes, your nose, your lips and your smile&lt;br /&gt;The way you look is something I like&lt;br /&gt;You are that someone I really do like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love what you say and all what you do&lt;br /&gt;The way you talk and the way you walk&lt;br /&gt;I love your hair and all what you wear&lt;br /&gt;I want you right here and quite very near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a fact and its just about you;&lt;br /&gt;A poem of you looks should be put in two books&lt;br /&gt;'cos there’s more than a lot that I like about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-6470641445449899807?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6470641445449899807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6470641445449899807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/few-about-you_26.html' title='FEW ABOUT YOU'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-4183569174839228082</id><published>2007-10-26T05:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T09:53:33.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACK SISTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Black sister never frowns&lt;br /&gt;She stays cheerful, ever faithful&lt;br /&gt;and never rude to a brotha who tries to intrude&lt;br /&gt;With the look of an image seeming newly created,&lt;br /&gt;She's a queen of her own kind&lt;br /&gt;True one of her kind but never heavy on her mind&lt;br /&gt;Her brown skin, thin lips, curved hips say it all;&lt;br /&gt;Black sister's so classy, she can do it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born with a tough heart, she's a true wife material&lt;br /&gt;She's never among the minority 'cos education is her priority&lt;br /&gt;She speaks with a clear note and a sound tone;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, black sister's from a good home&lt;br /&gt;On the outer, she's a queen&lt;br /&gt;Adverse, she's an angel&lt;br /&gt;She's quick to get whats hers 'cos she never depends on others&lt;br /&gt;A friend to all but a mate to one; thats her, true black sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black sister is beautiful and intelligent&lt;br /&gt;She's a damsel in every pageant&lt;br /&gt;Strong, bold and firm in all aspects, she's ever true to all&lt;br /&gt;She's a gift to mankind 'cos her presence is of great essence&lt;br /&gt;She's the right one, the one who comes with an unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;Take her to mama and you'll never regret; that surely, I can bet&lt;br /&gt;'cos with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; just one stride and her by your side, you'll cross a dam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Black sister's a lucky charm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-4183569174839228082?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/4183569174839228082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/4183569174839228082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/thank-you-lord.html' title='BLACK SISTER'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-4740046552981301252</id><published>2007-10-26T05:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T06:45:37.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A LEWD VERSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You’re so fine that my hunger for just a touch of you&lt;br /&gt;urges me to commit the crime of sweet talking&lt;br /&gt;and love making to you both at a time&lt;br /&gt;Charge me for the crime and impose a fine,&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn’t get a dime but&lt;br /&gt;I’ll sex you real fine that you’ll climax six times&lt;br /&gt;in line before my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-4740046552981301252?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/4740046552981301252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/4740046552981301252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/lewd-verse.html' title='A LEWD VERSE'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-194529975287594355</id><published>2007-10-26T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T01:54:09.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just like it has been doing since I was a seed&lt;br /&gt;It beats and so long as I live, it will never seize&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m deceased&lt;br /&gt;Funny it seems but its essence is far more than keeping me alive&lt;br /&gt;My heart will never die; it will always live even when I leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-194529975287594355?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/194529975287594355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/194529975287594355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-heart.html' title='MY HEART'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-8721003964513282870</id><published>2007-10-26T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T05:56:05.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK A THREAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fuck a threat! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Guns or anything lethal may draw blood &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but words don't draw blood &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Say it to my face and hope you could &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but just a slight move will do &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I respect all but I fear none except God &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fuck a threat! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In my own words, fuck all threats! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These are my words; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I succumb to none of those &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No matter whom they're from, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Friends or foes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-8721003964513282870?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/8721003964513282870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/8721003964513282870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-minor-features.html' title='FUCK A THREAT'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-6424263724629883099</id><published>2007-10-26T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T06:21:07.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY DREAMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hoping for better days, I dream and quest for the best&lt;br /&gt;but just like you I'll never recall my first&lt;br /&gt;So tight, my dreams stay glued to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Tight and keen to my dreams that we'll never be apart&lt;br /&gt;Without an order I salute the sky when the sun shines&lt;br /&gt;So without an order should I keep my dreams alive&lt;br /&gt;and never hope on the pipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-6424263724629883099?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6424263724629883099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6424263724629883099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-dreams.html' title='MY DREAMS'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-7467227377127245743</id><published>2007-10-26T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T09:56:17.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY MIND STATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My mind state is ever active&lt;br /&gt;Pious when I pray and aggressive when I play&lt;br /&gt;Its completely dumb 'cos what it stands for speaks for itself&lt;br /&gt;God comes first, family next, sport, food and sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind state is ever active and sometimes passive&lt;br /&gt;Military when I work, eager when I strive,&lt;br /&gt;Loyal to every way of life&lt;br /&gt;Locked and fully loaded with words,&lt;br /&gt;it triggers after each of my thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind state is ever active and never static&lt;br /&gt;Always in use and quite friendly to my muse&lt;br /&gt;Blessed with art and poetry, it reacts to words that sound poetic&lt;br /&gt;My mind state is ever true in each word&lt;br /&gt;and blessed by the Lord my God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-7467227377127245743?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/7467227377127245743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/7467227377127245743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-mind-state.html' title='MY MIND STATE'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-5395046805877344916</id><published>2007-10-26T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:41:48.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY DEAR MAMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A mother is the purest form of love&lt;br /&gt;Dear mama, you are a living proof to that&lt;br /&gt;'cos love and even more is the most you've given to me&lt;br /&gt;In turn, love till infinity is what you'll get from me&lt;br /&gt;You are the one, my dearest mama, one and only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And that's enough reason to love you till I stop breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear mama, something about you is one that will never change&lt;br /&gt;You are my mama and I'm your son in exchange&lt;br /&gt;Right in my heart lives one fact;&lt;br /&gt;In my life, you've made an impact&lt;br /&gt;With much sweat and no regret, you gave me birth&lt;br /&gt;And till my last breath, you, I'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recalling my childhood years,aging 3, 5, 7 with my peers&lt;br /&gt;You taught me a lot and bought me toys&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But I never played with toys&lt;br /&gt;'cos your reply was 'yes' when I asked to play with the hood boys&lt;br /&gt;To me you've never said, this resounds in my head;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate and never hate&lt;br /&gt;Now up till date, you are the woman I most appreciate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-5395046805877344916?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/5395046805877344916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/5395046805877344916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-dear-mama.html' title='MY DEAR MAMA'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-6114255112795814244</id><published>2007-10-26T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T06:46:34.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AFRICAN SUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;African sun my African sun&lt;br /&gt;Pouring down your intense heat&lt;br /&gt;On my head you show no mercy and&lt;br /&gt;On my skin you show no pity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make the ground look baked&lt;br /&gt;And as I walk the street&lt;br /&gt;I feel the heat eating its way&lt;br /&gt;through my shoes and into my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;African sun my African sun&lt;br /&gt;Seducing me to stay and play till my Grey days&lt;br /&gt;That's okay, but I'll rather celebrate my next birthday&lt;br /&gt;far away from you my African sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-6114255112795814244?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6114255112795814244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/6114255112795814244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/african-sun.html' title='AFRICAN SUN'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-5311194721204828257</id><published>2007-10-26T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:06:12.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEX</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It’s a pleasure many desire but just an act I admire&lt;br /&gt;Seducing her with my thews and biceps, I get her wet&lt;br /&gt;And by caressing her breasts I make her feel my chest&lt;br /&gt;A soft kiss on her belly makes her horny&lt;br /&gt;and with my first dip she calls me honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going deep I stay firm like she desires&lt;br /&gt;and not expecting the favor returned&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never ask for a refund&lt;br /&gt;I jerk softly to make her rest&lt;br /&gt;But with no disrespect, I caress her breasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going deeper I make her scream, up and down&lt;br /&gt;just as she leans; I stay cautious not to have it torn&lt;br /&gt;But with an aim to make her ‘come’&lt;br /&gt;I jerk harder just for her satisfaction but&lt;br /&gt;I gain mine by making her ‘come’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-5311194721204828257?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/5311194721204828257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/5311194721204828257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/words-to-lad.html' title='SEX'/><author><name>C. S. Wahad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13269097410712658575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v7mjVz4R5x8/S50UKUGwImI/AAAAAAAAABE/hFk0g7v1VAo/S220/Imge08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625278352934445043.post-8740309446981944274</id><published>2007-10-26T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:34:37.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Fuck friends! I used to have four but that was before&lt;br /&gt;They come and go but you'll never know if your thoughts stay low&lt;br /&gt;Keep yours close and let them go if they wish to&lt;br /&gt;They'll surely do when you have no money &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;come through calling you buddy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Only when you've got money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck friends! I used to have some, now I've got none&lt;br /&gt;I'll never have more cos to the four I used to know, I'm a foe&lt;br /&gt;To me they were no good cos by me they never stood&lt;br /&gt;Nothing did matter when my pocket got fatter&lt;br /&gt;With money they called me buddy but lil' did they know&lt;br /&gt;I had no buddy, just one hommie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got friends? Fuck friends! I'm still saying, Fuck friends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In their hood I stood cos with the others its was all good&lt;br /&gt;To my so called friends, this is how it ends&lt;br /&gt;Shit's changed! With you I stayed down&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But in exchange I got a frown&lt;br /&gt;Adios! cos soon I'll be out of town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625278352934445043-8740309446981944274?l=whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/8740309446981944274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625278352934445043/posts/default/8740309446981944274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechuklateboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/ballad-of-soulja-tupac-amaru-shakur.html' title='FUCK FRIENDS'/><author><name>C. S. 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