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

I promise to stay short and true, no excess words nor need to rhyme. Besides, i'm five feet seven and i'm quite sure i'm not going anywhere from here so staying short would be easy. I know now what love is, it's a saviour that never lets go. It's peace in the middle of a war, yet still, it is the prize worth fighting for. I've been told to throw away the key when i walk into loves door, and a-top of that, the door are now behind me shut. I find refuge in the stormy room and shelter inbetween the storm. Laying in the eye of the horricane, yet i've chosen to lay peacefully asleep. Far from looks that perish and voice that is latter drained straight to the knee binding and heart aching peace. I am bound to you without chain nor cuffs, but rather angels that bind strong the door behind us. We would not break, we cannot fail, we've been through a lot and even heaven fights for us. Even in fear and doubt i boast of what we have and continually fight ...

Everyone, take a deep breath, this one is definately breath taking... You doubt me, ask the guys reading, not you dummy, the guys on whose heads i wrote this... I see you, picka boo.. or did i write that backwards, dont blame me, my heads been screwed a bit backwards for awhile now... I'm not surprise, i can swear that i had this coming, walking forward and looking backwards somehow does that to you. What's the point exactly that i'm trying to make? Big question, when i know i'm quite sure you'd be the first to know... Love poems and sad tales, too many dumb novels and vamp movies, can't believe i got all moshy... Hold up!!! I'm back suckers, bend down and greet the boss properly... Doing thing unusually, making them the usual, usually its wrong but who would want to usually do things as usual... I'm losing it, not my mind never had that, someone stole it, can't remember who though, no mind remember... I've been driving in air, call me s...

I know this seems to be the only thing I write about these days But when you spend an eternity in a lonely world your perspective begins to change Who would have guessed that I would ever run out of time? Who would have thought that I of all would speak of a final breath? I see a realm of golden white and shadow snows that glows I feel the wind of the flowing white gown that sweeps through the forest I hear your heart beat a thousand miles away calling from within the world above I have waited forever to feel this pain that makes the heart aches in thought My soul has longed grieved for the day when I would not have to live but find life itself I believe that’s what happens when you die over and over again while you yet live Believe, faith, hope, trust and love are the things that are well defined but still unknown Even in an eternity of search, the mystery of what I longed seeked and now have found puzzles me You must surely not understand all...

I know we've never met face to face, but somehow i feel i know you. How our lifes cross through the cosmos and the events around us seem to unite. Is this fate? Or one of those things you experience in a crossroad? I pick fate, she's one tricky lady but i can sure bet she knows where our peace lies. And once we find peace, success would surely follow and come along with comfort. Somehow i lost them but knowing you are putting an eye out for me means there's hope for me yet. I can only pray that i do not hurt you as I've done all that came my way? But then again, I'm already making you put out an eye for me. I do appreciate knowing you for who you are and what we have. A relationship quite different from other relationships yet showing how relationships should be. Not judged by what we look like or how we sound or what we have or don't have. There are precious stones for give-away and there are precious to cling onto as the Gollum would. I gues...

There are wars that you fight and struggle to win and there are wars that you fight with ease and victory stays certain but this isn't one of them, as victory on my side is defeat to us and letting you win means i lose you we fight and we fight yet we would not end because we neither hope for a winner or a loser this battle has taking all i have, struggling and struggling over the unending i don't wanna lose you yet having you is a possession i can't afford and when ever i run away, i moon run straight into you the hardest thing seems to be the only right thing for me i guess there are certain people you keep coming back to no matter how much they hurt you, they seem to be your only joy looking and searching for another that would have your heart yet it must first be stolen from the one who holds your heart real close to theirs trust me, i know, i understand but i must fight to my last breathe as this painful joy is all i have to fight for ...

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...