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

There are days that being a man means breaking down and tearing your eyes out They say only weak folks cry but it takes a real man to know how to shed real tears I write to all I've known, do know and would definitely have most joy to know I write to all that i miss, would soon start to miss and those i pray God i never have to miss I write to those i lost for my mistakes and those that bitchy pain took away from me To those that cried with me through the nights i thought the morning would never come For those of you who sat with me by that sick bed and prayed daily that i walk again Even those who never meant to hurt me but for love sake and lost sake broke me But unto you who gave me your time, heart, body and soul and now is gone I shed this last tear for you that i may never know such grieve in many years to come To my first crush who made coming to church a fun thing to do just to see your face To that fair damsel I never grew the balls to talk to bu...

I knew i wasn't far from this feeling again Dead hearts always beat again to the sound of new sounds But even the cold ones take their time to feel life flow through Yet I'm in such haste feeling like I've been missing you all this time Can't explain how you rose the dead and made me fall back flat All i can see in my head are the flashes of your smile, your small nose and flushed lips My door swung open and you broke it slam All I know is you walked in and now everything feels right I just want to know you more and more This feeling i feel yet can't explain I know what love is but never seen it look this safe Can't stop thinking of that day i said hello Started as a simple thing, now everything has changed The rain feels good again and the sun doesn't burn like it use to I may not know what to write or how to pull new words in All i know is, this morning when i woke, i know something now i didn't before I feel someth...

You have a way of always passing by my heart I try to forget but i don't know what i should be forgetting The amazing things you use to make me feel or the heartless things you did to me You broke down all my walls and called me foolish as you felt me defenseless You had a way of getting me into traffic, isn't that why i always write you a blog You never did give a damn sweetheart yet i cried and cried for you You wanted to keep me hurting yet i died and died for you Can't play out one great thing you did without the thought of a terrible thing you did You had my radio and tuned my frequency at will Used the very best of me and dumped what was left to die You take and used cause you knew what you want and I'm not what you wanted Can't believe that this perfect day would ever end with so much rain So just walk away, no need to say you are tired like you always say Now that I'm sitting here thinking it through, I'd never been any...

From that day i first walked towards you till the day i first held your hands i was certain fate had a thing in store for us as we met in that crowed street in a state far from home the night you first said you loved me and the first time i looked deep into your eyes it was a fairy tale story in real life and that was all i ever wanted in life and after how you conquered distance and defiled authority that what we had might live on how you stayed in the darkest days that scared the shallow nights away how you followed me through the trials that no one else knew about that cold summer night that made winter seem obsolete and cold days a day dream the tears that would not be shed and the pain that would not be expressed when i was OK but was terribly far from fine words we never said and thought that were not allowed to linger in sickness and health, in pain and joy, in suffering and happiness you were there, it was rare and i remember it all I know it'...

I've tried to not show how broken this left me how scarred it made me feel and naked for all to see i said i wouldn't write a thing, wouldn't give anyone the edge wouldn't fret, wouldn't shed a tear but you don't fall and smile so easily been counting my blessings so long but today i write to the ones i lost to the ones i miss and the ones i wish were never gone to the love i never kept or the ones that were stolen from me lost so much that i started getting use to the idea of not keeping any at heart but what's mine is mine and when it's lost it hurts fact is fact, can't shove it off, ain't no simple switch to just turn off I've told my story so many times but always forced to live this part out be the bigger man and not show it, what the heck, ain't i the only one in my head they talk, they talk and I'm forced to hear, how does one go thought deaf? been getting robbed from every side like a massage par...

We've been to hell and back, we've seen it all. We've seen the rise and fall of many before and after us, we've seen loves king fall off his horse. But we have held it up this long and have dragged ourselves this far. We've fought through mighty winds, dust and wild fire, we are all that is left of all of the team that has now retired. When you left the grip I held on and kept you in and when I gave up the ghost you crawled deep into hades and kept my soul at peace. The wild dogs left us scarred and felt we have at last dropped our guard. We held on from the first day in that crowded corner where everyone who travels gather. They leave and take nothing but what they had but we kept hold of what we found and have built this tower on it. This love is mad, this love is bad, yet this love comes back to us, binds us and drains us just so we might be us. We loosing grip and sinking ships but no white flag is raised, no, not one. These hands have gained for themselve...

Push it , just push it , one lil button and its the creation story all over again . The big bang theory rewritten and more universes would be uncovered to the layers I had buried within . Can't seem to keep a straight head , might need to get screwed up just right to get straight . Everything seems to have a way to push me to spasm and serve up a dish for a death battle fate . Always trying to tip toe and watch my words to stay nice . All of a sudden it seeming they think I'm nothing but a simple mice . And all of my kindness has been taken for weakness Or just because I give a close eye to all the pain they think its a sign of blindness . But at this point I think I might have to hurt your feeling Because this temper long buried and kept mute is killing All I need is that simple motivation to do the unthinkable Make it so...