Administrators FlyJ Posted May 11, 2017 Administrators Share Posted May 11, 2017 Musa loved Obi. His fantasy garden was planted by Obi. They were a pair of eyes that blinked together. They sang songs of forever. Musa was the hibiscus in Obi’s childhood dreams. He was the pink rose that ripples with beams. They lived in a secret musical garden. The joy they knew may not be found in Eden. ******** Then time built years; And years beckoned on society’s demand of tears. Musa married Mary. While his bond with Obi was not yet weary. Henceforth he breathed with one nostril. A life of no thrill. ********* Mary was the wife of demand. She was the obedience to a standing command. She was society’s only way to Paradise. A man’s name must never be thrown like a dice; So a man needs sons; Sons that must have sons. The circle must never break; Despite the many sons it will break. ********** Mary’s bosom was like a pot of soured soup; The stinks repelled Musa and he was unable to supp. But thanks to Viagra that he swallowed in high doses; It made him sport on her as his numbed eyes closes. *********** Musa had sons without love; Grave stones, name keepers that do not move. *********** Musa was a secret in his Household. Obi still held his heart like a stronghold. Musa had him in his nightly prayers. His loneliness grew in rapid layers. His heart wailed but he silenced it to a hush. His face was dark and graceless like a burnt bush. His mask became his life. He was broken and Mary was a sad wife Source Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moderators kimi Posted May 11, 2017 Moderators Share Posted May 11, 2017 Hahaha. I remember this story and my response to it online. My response went something like this "If every 'Musa' keeps marrying 'Mary' how would we ever become voices strong enough to overcome the odds. Write and live your own script!" I remember I was so upset by the story I didn't even read till the end. I should go read it now and perhaps comment on the style of the piece itself Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
VINA Posted May 11, 2017 Share Posted May 11, 2017 Nobody is ever truly happy #life Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
scarlet Posted May 11, 2017 Share Posted May 11, 2017 This story depicts the harsh and painful reality of closet gays. Living a False life of unhappiness and loneliness. Sad thing is there would always be a "musa" and "obi" while a Mary bears the Consequences of their conformity. Na wa. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
milaz Posted May 11, 2017 Share Posted May 11, 2017 Very sad. Everyone is unhappy. Musa doesnt get what he yearns for, Mary doesnt get what she deserves. I guess this really is the fate of the world. This story depicts the harsh and painful reality of closet gays. Living a False life of unhappiness and loneliness. Sad thing is there would always be a "musa" and "obi" while a Mary bears the Consequences of their conformity. Na wa. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Althena Posted May 11, 2017 Share Posted May 11, 2017 Ah, so much of this hurts. And the writer is really good with words So a man needs sons; Sons that must have sons. The circle must never break; Despite the many sons it will break. *********** Musa had sons without love; Grave stones, name keepers that do not move. *********** Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chrmd Posted May 11, 2017 Share Posted May 11, 2017 The Author Said The Truth And the truth is always bitter... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moderators kimi Posted May 11, 2017 Moderators Share Posted May 11, 2017 Nobody is ever truly happy #life I beg to differ... easier said than done but I choose to believe that happiness is a choice we make each day. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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