a poem I wrote about some folks I know
Escaping boredom,
I take the road to freedom,
and find myself tangled
in a net of thoughts of you,
that lead me to where
I chose to flee from.
You win again.
http://williamsaintgeorge.blogspot.com/2012/09/entangled.html
The stupidest component of the computer system is the end user”. Truth hurts.
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My First Published Flash Story
It happens to be funny, especially if you’re Ghanaian, but it’s a universal theme everyone can get. Do read :)
8 months ago - 
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3 Hearts and Unicorns
Of hearts and unicorns,
and fancy clad ladies.
It’s for a game of “Pick and Play”,
Under a canopy of crows and rainbows.
Little bells beat in the storm,
and chime like reversed death-knells
calling you from the grave of living,
to the endless promenade,
hand in hand,
under the scrutiny of friends and family.
Of tear drops and split throats,
or worse, of broken hearts and limbs,
your kisses taste like chloroquine,
they’re very hard to swallow.
My head is full of vanities,
I hear the pornographic chorus sing:
Life’s like an uncut obscenity,
and Church is where we go to pretend.
Of Iron Hells and cloudy Heavens,
and distant dreams that remain distant.
We’re like a march of damned bride and groom,
the blood red curtain falls too soon,
and roses fall at our little feet.
We take the stairs to the casket cruise,
and lunch the barge to the simmering West.
The sun will set on our happy days,
the moon will rise, the wind will blow.
Uncaring time will take no heed,
to when our history finally ends.
But it’s alright, dear love of mine,
We did it for the story’s worth.
Black Woman, Wake Up: A Critical Look
An essay on a poem.
