FACEBOOK RELATIONSHIP (Poem)

We've all had a whizz of it,
Never seem to make it fit.
Although we try all we can,
It never fails to wan.

Oh! The havoc it has caused.
The circle has never been paused;
Turning friends into strangers,
And lovers into fighters.

Revealing the beauty,
And coating the duty.
Pointing us to the light,
Yet giving us a key to the night.

How long will you torment us, oh Facebook!
When will you get us off your hook?
Is there really nothing to it?
Should we continue to wander blindly in this pit?

Evolving, only to dissolve.
Is "in a relationship" today,
The next day,
"Single!"


© 2012 King Samuel Benson

LOST DREAM (Poem)

A long way we've come,
So many happy things we've done;
How is it that you have ceased to cherish
A dream of which we've been so deeply enriched?

Like two soul travellers
On an astral journey
We journeyed together.
Soaring in one circle of light,
Trailing the path of a dream so bright.

The dream wasn't mine,
The dream wasn't thine;
It has its birth rooted in the fusion
Of two souls entangled in a vision;
Two diverse souls with precision.

So on and on,
We soared together.
The only encouragement we got,
We got from each other.
Distance was our only barrier
Even as we strove to make it nearer.

Suddenly there's a transformation!
Why the sudden change of destination?
Where are all our aspiration?
You say it is not possible!
Is this just a realization?
What is 'Impossible',
If not another little doubt that it is possible?

So easily you tore yourself from me
Like we never really merged.
If indeed we never really merged,
Have I not been the fool?

I turned to look back at our dream,
And there was nothing left on the realm.
Every single trail of it
All covered in shadow and mist.
Dark, void, and frightening,
Gone like it never really was.
A dream is only real,
If the dreamers themselves are.

You turned to go away,
Throwing away our pledge
And leaving me tethered on the edge
Of a lost dream.


© 2012 King Samuel Benson

I was drunk in the semi-darkness. All I did was wave. . . next minute she was there besides me.

I was drunk in the semi-darkness. All I did was wave. . . next minute she was there besides me.

Cars, buses and automobiles loudly tooted their horns with their headlights splayed before them as they sped past on the tarmac road. Music blared from the record stores and roadside restaurants. Gayly dressed couples, some with arms around each other, graced the sidewalk. Pinpoints of light shone in the darkness of the distance especially around the newly-built hotel. A soft gentle breeze wafted through the liveliness in the air, bringing a sense of clarity with it. It was that kind of night.
We were propped up somewhere in the midst of it all. I had just had a small, wild party out there with my friends. We drank, danced, shouted, broke the bottles and just went crazy. There was nothing to worry about - it was outside the still-open provision & cosmetic store of one of my friends and the cyber-cafe of another, both very close to my home. The cyber-cafe had closed for the day and was dark, in direct contrast to the store which was replete with light.
We had a wild session and by the time the excitement was over, I was high on alcohol and very unstable. Not wanting to act out any misbehavior that I would later regret the next day, I moved away from the company of my still-boozing friends and went to sit alone on the block that divided the cyber-cafe from the store. From this position, I could see anyone that came in and went out of the store.
I was really very high - far away from reality. I watched the people as they came and left. They were like moving pictures before my eyes. I smiled at myself. Even smiling made no sense. I smiled wider. It was at that moment that she walked into my field of vision.
I had been seeing her around. Young and fair-skinned, short, dark hair with a pretty face. Nice butts, large breasts with a supple body. Not tall, but a very good shape. Her mum owns the restaurant next building.
I've seen her countless times when I was out here hanging around with my friends, and sometimes she'd come into the cyber-cafe when I was inside. But we had never spoken to each other.
Presently, she walked past my eyes into the store. After a moment, she walked again into my field of vision, leaving the store. She had just stepped outside the building into the night when impulsively I whistled at her.
She turned. I waved. She waved back. Then I forgot about her and once more turned my attention to the store, watching the people come and leave.
Few seconds later, I was aware of a presence behind me and the wind brought the faint smell of perfume. I turned. She was there in the semi-darkness behind me, leaning forward towards me and talking to me, our faces almost touching. I was able to make out the features of her face and the glimmer of light in her eyes. I felt her warmth, her nearness... I was visibly suprised.
She was saying something to me. Her voice sounded very sweet to my ears but it was soft - so soft I could barely hear her.
"Whah?" I think I asked.
"Were you calling me?"
"Oh no," I smiled uncertainly. "I just waved, that's all." I wasn't sure I made sense when I said this, but I still hadn't recovered from the shock of suddenly finding her there behind me.
"Are you my friend on 2go?"
"Whah?"
"Are you on my friends' list on 2go?" She repeated.
"No, I don't think so. Give me your username and I'll add you."
"No, give me yours."

I did.
She left, but the smell of her perfume lingered on. I tried to ponder on this. It felt like another episode in the moving pictures. When my closest buddy came to walk me home later that night, I still couldn't rid myself of the funny feeling. It was a good thing that she insisted on adding me herself because if I had collected her username, I wouldn't have added her because I most definitely would have forgotten. I got home that night and went straight to bed.
I woke up late the next morning and logged into 2go like usual. There, I found a new friend request. It took me a while to remember it was her.
That was how I met Olivia.

History of April 1 (FOOLS' DAY)

WARNING: THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS.

April 1 is named Fools' Day after Steve April. He was born on April 1, 1579. He did 105 businesses in his lifetime. He made foolish business decisions and lost all his father's assets, so everyone began to call him the Father of Fools. At the age of 19, he married a 61-year old lady. She divorced him after a year because of his unbearable foolishness. Steve April used to read all kinds of fake stories like you're doing now. It's a great idea to fool you in April :-P