#50 Continued...

Here's the next batch of haikus:

Wings stroke Heaven's tip
God's roar fades briskly upon
deep craving; Content

Guardians await
the single soul never seen,
he hath frozen fate

(In two weeks I'm flying to Arizona to visit Crystal while she's with her family. And, of course, the familia is anxious to meet the fine fellow who enchanted their precious daughter, and provoked the incessant reminiscent ramblings. Is Mr. bIdEuX nervous? Yeah, a tad...seeing as her dad owns a big gun! But that matters not, for I chuckle in the face of danger!)

Muscles strain under
heavy loads. Confidence gained
lay with ocean's waves

Glorious blanket
chilling winds pierce skin layers
deeply. Where's the warmth?

Tomorrow brings the Final Four...stay tuned!

#116 Choose a football & basketball team to follow for 2008
Since the beginning of puberty when patches of hair grew in various places and my 'balls dropped', I've always felt left out in discussion about sports. Yeah, I'd catch a game every now and then, but when the talk of statistics and prominent players arose I felt utterly lost. Well, it's time to banish that feeling of ostracization, and take hand in the festivities! My chosen teams are:

Green Bay Packers





and

Atlanta Hawks





And to further prepare myself for this year's season I've purchased Football for Dummies. I know pretty much everything there is to know in order to enjoy a game, but I'm sure there are many aspects of football I can't readily identify. Call me pathetic, call me unmanly, but after I've finished this book you can no longer call me a football fan wannabe, si? Plus, I only payed $8 for it. Gotta learn sometime. Mr. bIdEuX out!

Not Quite As The Japanese Did It...

I've recently been enveloped in a spirit of creativity; and I'm spiraling deeper into the depths of my dormant poetic nature. My muse? Life's hopeful and tragic temperament! At first glance, haikus appear to be simple and, frankly, elementary. Having been withdrawn from poetry for quite some time, I, Mr. bIdEuX, chose this particular form to ease back into the scene. However, I experienced more challenge (and fun) creating these initial four than expected...mostly because of the added rule I've implemented with haikus:

Original Rules

• Use of three (or fewer) lines of no more than 17 total syllables (the usual format is three lines with five syllables on the first and third line, and seven on the second);
• Use of a season word (kigo);
• Use of a cut or caesura (sometimes indicated by a punctuation mark) to contrast and compare, implicitly, two events, images, or situations.

bIdEuX's Rule

• Metaphorical usage is a must (metaphors are absent in most haikus)

All of my haikus will relate to my life in some way, regardless of how odd or insignificant. I've decided that one haiku out of each posting will include an explanation...just so you can get a closer peek into my life. Without further ado:

Dear love departs
beautiful flaring eyes weep
Peace, Winter begins!


(The haiku above symbolizes the emotional turmoil senorita Crystal and her family are experiencing after the lost of a cherished loved one. Her grandmother passed away around 1:30-2:30 a.m. est December 25, 2007. She is in Phoenix, Arizona now tending to her mother and funeral arrangements. All will be well boo!)

Lustful heart clouded
simmering Helios rays
brighten--truth revealed.


Barren grassless fields
breeds purpose; roots birthed bearing
scope undoubtedly.


Travel earnestly
amongst arid twigs and leaves;
Phoenix awakens!


This is the first post of three. Expect one on Wednesday and Thursday to finish up task #50. bIdEuX out!

The Project: (Courtesy of Meg Pickard):
At the end of every year since 2000, we invite readers to look back on the last twelve months of their lives and reflect on what has been important , defining or constant during that particular year, and then sum their year up in just 24 words.

We believe that embracing the constraint of summing up the last year in a handful of words helps to focus on what really mattered.

Here's my entry for 2007:

Pathetic, dismal beginnings.
Drama never ending, relationships disappointment.
Quit dead-end, financial status improved.
Found direction, back to school, encontró el amor mexicana!
C'mon 2008!

That's pretty much the gist of 2007. Let us look forward beyond the horizons to a totally magical life. It's gonna be great!

SHAMEFULLY SELFISH!!!

"Vanity": the effect of unwarranted grade school teasing or being drenched in images of photoshopped models prancing around in revealing speedos and bikini bottoms? Or perhaps it's the combination of the two...maybe one precedes the other. Whatever the cause of this self-hindering personality trait isn't important. The only thing remotely significant at this moment is that Mr. bIdEuX has been stricken with this sickly ailment! I've realized now that I'm deathly self-conscious, which, unfortunately, is affecting my quality of life. So much so that I've failed, YET AGAIN, #70! The fear of being filmed for the local news was just too overwhelming...but in a pathetic attempt to regain some dignity, regardless of how little, I must say that there existed a war of morality in my mind. "Who cares what you look like on television? Your purpose for being there is to help those who are currently unable to help themselves!," says the logical, yet unheard voice. "But...but...look at yourself! Do you really want to be seen in the public eye as you are now, even for half a second?," declared the voice of anarchy and pessimism. Yeah, it's obvious who won here, right? *Sigh* This poor characteristic of mine has also been linked to my bouts with mild (not clinical) depression. I mean, it's so bad that I'd sometimes decline requests of my magnetic presence to fun, interesting events just because I hate the way I look in a T-shirt, or the pair of shorts shows too much of my 'chicken' legs. So, it seems that the majority of my insecurities would disappear if I'd just buckle down and act on my bold-faced tasks to the left. Horrible...here's Kanye to describe my pain in the gift of music:



On another note, I've added task #117. Why sponsor a child/family if you're just going to be feeding them money? The Christian Children's Fund encourages communication between the sponsor and the recipient; and personally, I think it'd be neat to watch lil' Ester grow up and see how my contributions are helping her family. Maybe I'll even plan a trip to visit...maybe...

Really...Who Would Do This To Their Child?!

Look closely at this shameful picture...do ya recognize that obviously frightened child?! Yeah, you've guessed it! Mr. bIdEuX in his full blown, innocuous youth...an interesting concept, yes? Now, let's overlook for a second the awful Christmas ornament inspired sweater, vibrant cotton-bearded smile of a black Santa Claus, and perturbed stare of a traumatized boy, and concentrate, instead, on the perpetual idea of jolly ole' St. Nick and yo' homeboy from above 'J Creezy'. How hypocritical of us (by the way, 'us' in no way whatsoever includes Mr. bIdEuX) to insist upon children that lying is a criminal act, and then when we're absolutely sure no one is looking encase them in a holiday composed entirely of lies (well damn, in this case it's not done discreetly but broadcasted openly and with pride)! "C'mon Semaj, you're being unnecessarily judgmental! It's just a way for the children to have a little fun while celebrating the birth of our savior." 'Savior'? HA! Thou hath filled me with much merriment and laughter! Go forth with haste and drink cannibalistically from thy chalice to quench thine insatiable thirst for blood and ale! Personally, I haven't been saved from a damn thing...at least not by some hyped up, self-proclaimed prophet that was whipped like an overly aggressive African slave. No, this is not an intentional Christian bash because, obviously, it cannot be considered lying if many believe it to be undeniable truth. But DAMN Santa Claus...and damn Coca Cola for the most up-to-date artistic rendition of the jackass and his old ass reindeer (Thanks Coke! Oh, and loved the 'Taste It!' area of NEW World of Coca-Cola. Superb!)! And hey, what better way to rub in the deceit than to sit down with your children and...TRACK SANTA'S INTERNATIONAL ROUTE?! The bastards....