Scott C. Eneje Blog [The Scott C. Eneje's Chronicles]

Everyday i get up telling myself that today cannot be like yesterday. I push through my limit and would rather break than quit. They say success would follow you if you focus on your passion. But it seems my passion aint attractive enough to pull her close to me. God knows i can see her smile at me but for no reason she keeps walking away. I have done my all and have refused to fall for the sake of all. Because i know that on my shoulders are many feet that keeps kicking me to fly higher. From my heart i wish i was strong enough to pull us both. But the more i try to climb the lower i go and deeper i fall into the pit. It seems everyone want to have a take on this road yet this lane is so small and i'm caught behind the traffic. Once in awhile i do feel like loosing it, when all i have goes out and nothing ever comes knocking back at my door. I feel the harsh wind breaking through my face, yet i bear the pain and keep marching forward. I will do my best to hold us up no...

Someone once said; "Always expect the unexpected..." the truth is they never really say challenges and tough times are major parts of the package. And most times they seem overwhelming enough to often live me whelmed out. Stemless and thoughtless, void of solutions, ideas or even a little hole to crawl out through. Encouragingly some would always say tough times come to make us stronger, and yet, deep down i can sure bet that they really hurt. Dealing with broken hearts, a messed up family, an endless cashflow struggle, poor health, discovering identity, struggle with soul grieving demons. Trying to fly while i'm stucked in an ocean, where its major pressure components are peers and friends who i had thought would be my help. Everyone would tell me to pull out the white flag, summit and follow the crowd. But the sad thing is the only white i have is the garment i have on, so to survive i am asked to stand naked in public. They make it seem everyone else is like th...

Everyone always have what they want to say Some just go ahead and say it anyway Like am suppose to give a shit to their opinion Rubbish, both they and their word would soon see oblivion Who and what do they think they even are? Kings and Queens of far far away? Trying to force me to listen to what they have in mind Bloody zombies that eat human eyes now think they can lead the blind Like i'm going to be stupid and listen, you ignor-anus, i'm dumb-deaf You scream "go left"! They say "go right"! Now i see why Michael didn't live so long. You kick ass do-gooders only thinking of yourself You talking to me is a big feat but you better be walking on frodos toe If i vex draw gun i'm gonna end you And even if you and your men draw guns you're just being skilled with pencils You are all missing your real leader- ME! That's why you are just trying miss lead me You wanted an opinion, step on mine, it's a dangerous mine-field I'v...

I've been warned of love and been told to stay away. Been told of how it hurt and how it breaks the souls of men It diabolical pull and the bottomless pit that it is, that drag mighty men into it. But i wont let the theory and fanatical heresy deny me of what i feel. I'd rather die a fool than to go on living without you. I'd rather live in loves pit than this highland of loveless men It's the shadows of your hair that drives me more to you The whispers of your voice in the darkest hollow night The illuminated path that shines through you heart. I'd spend forever in search and never find anyone else, it's how deep i am into you I'd say i love you but i'm sure you've heard that before I'd say i'd die for you but i'm sure someone else would beat me to that. I'd rather say nothing than say anything wrong that's outside the rhelm of love. The madness that sanity runs mad just thinking of That's how deep i'm into ...

It was a quiet summer evening when we first met I still remember how it seemed like I was no longer on the earth How warm I felt on the inside and shivered on the outside That feeling of instant craziness and total loss of one’s mind I’m sure you understand what I’m talking about; don’t you? If you are reading this it means you too must have been in love before; haven’t you? That sudden gravity pulling you towards someone instead of the ground And all you seem to think about is this gold mine that you’ve just found Where you forget what you want because you’ve found all you need That desire to follow where ever it is the story leads But sometimes even knights in shining armours become your darkest night And damsels in distress are the wicked witches of the east waiting for a fight Picking on shallow reasons to fire the first dart straight for your fresh heart The same that seem to be the only joy in your life are the ones that make you cry ...

Why do those we love and cherish seem to hurt us the most?? Someone once said it was a good sign, meaning we loved them truly and every thing they do can touch our heart. But i think that's just plain old evil, dressed in a slick red gown, short and tight. Must we always feel broken to feel love? Must we always lose our heart in search of someone to hold onto it? Your every word as sharp as excalibar piecing through my soul. And even as you watch me bleed you wear a grim smile and tell me that i'd be fine. Even as you see me fall, you tell me to go higher so i could fall harder. You stab my heart with a kiss and blow the dust of sorrow straight into my eyes. You want me to love you always when you are in love with another guy. You wish to feel my mercy but ignore the pain and angish you make me feel inside How did i bind myself so deeply with you? How did my imprint on you become such a curse? You say i'm being paraniod and that you love me more than anything els...

How long do i plan to make this last? Playing the hero and yet being the real vilian. Or is it that i'm the hero who just loves playing the vilian? Damn, i'm so lost and confused and i can't seem to get help. Everyone want me to be what they envision me to be, they don't even know what i am. They expect me to be perfect, yet they hate me when i am perfect. I say i'm a one person man but everyone wants to be the one. They will do anything to have me served up in their bowl, they'd dress me up and sause me too. But in the end it's the fill of their stomach and a classic disposal that they desire. I'm done with the double standard life, i am making a standard. I can't have everyone all at once, but truly, i quit, i don't even want anyone anymore. They will bring me down, slowly, they will all be my fall, and they will spread my shame. I want them all to know, that i do wish i could have them all but it's not a perfect world. I can...