November 2008
21 posts
loud music.
i love it because i’m scared. scared of ever missing a single note, a subtle nuance of tone. music is delicious, i eat it with my ears, digest it with the temporal lobes. process it with my appreciation. my soul’s pantry is always well-stocked. i’m scared, so i surround myself, drown in the treblues, and the bassonics. i am not content in the distant murmur of the stream, will...
days previous.
it’s been a long day, and as long days go, this one was a mile. and i didn’t want to do it. it had been raining all day, and i really, really, did not want to do it. but then again, i had my nice dress shoes on, the ones that cost me nearly twenty bucks at target. and nimble as i might be, shuffling a backpack full of clothes, a plastic bag full of chargers, a shoebox full of shoes,...
livin' la vida dulce.
“you’re gonna be fat and ugly.”
“well, i’m sweet and yummy on the inside,” i reply, taking another huge bite out of my chocolate bundt cake. damn, i love sugar.
the other side to the story.
i know it hurts to be turned away. but i’m sorry, you, i just can’t stay. but do you think it’s easy to refuse, to reject? it’s harder than you think, more painful than you suspect. i walk away, and leave you there. you see my back, and it says, “i don’t care.” what you don’t see, is that it hurts me too. to do that to me, to do that to you. to...
no worse.
precious stones, are just small pebbles with a shine. i see no less value, in your words than mine. the communication of souls, need no rhythm or rhyme, just listen to the heartbeats, it takes time.
yin & yang.
i realized that what’s wrong is not always what isn’t right, and darkness is not always the absence of light. there is a darkness in a promise that was not kept, a wrongness in the tears that have already been wept. so sometimes i fervently wish i could distinguish between what is evil, and that which is good. but there is always the gray area only defined by the biased judges of each...
i had to.
in letting go, i made her stronger. if i held on any longer, i would’ve wronged her. now, i trust that if we were meant to be, then god would bring her back to me. sometimes people leave, so that someone better can enter your life. and i left, because i knew she could do better with her life. but reminiscing on what we had, never makes me sad. i relish the moments that will be forever ours,...
to whom it may relate.
i never knew, that you knew. and now i know, that you know too. its been so long, i’ve grown and changed. stepped into the puddles that destiny arranged. i’ve had my share of likes, but it was only affection. i’ve walked so far, but in the wrong direction. i’ve had so many chances to show i cared. instead, i stood, waved and stared. i smiled, i laughed, i ate my fill. i...
fate it isn't.
rather than fate, i’d call it chance. in the dance of romance, can a pivotal glance be destiny? i think it coincidences, life’s random disparity, that leads to smiles, life’s greatest charity. and that in turn, turns to love, life’s most cherished rarity. because destiny and fate is for grander things. and the only grandeur in love, is the completeness it brings. so when...
tasty.
i’m eating the mad words, never succumb to the numbness but i guess the stress sometimes suppresses my finesse. but then nobody’s perfect, that’s why we have erasers. i’m not sayin’ i’m on top, just nobody’s better. i’m not psychotic, i just got that chaotic, erotic flow. can’t help it, i’m an addict of sonic blow, i’m hooked on phonics. it’s...
cannabian.
smoke bud to get ridda alla that stress, pull our heads above water and outta that mess. spark it up take a puff and pass it on, keep on that shit ‘til it’s all gone. we find happiness wherever we can, like damn it man, you know you lovin’ this, party hard and long, we on that cannabis. cross your fingers, and look at your toes, look around you, everyone knows. puff puff pass...
rebel.
no fawk. sometimes you just gotta appreciate good music. it’s not a choice. beautiful art must be respected. don’t let the mind be infected by mainstream stereotypes. music isn’t a hype. it’s prose in harmony, not quite poetry, but totally food for the soul. it’s the ultimate medium to communicate hate and love, it makes us whole. no need to be ashamed of what you...
human chains.
i pray god, please revert me back to my youth, when i was younger. and i didn’t have this hunger for material things. i’m a real boy now, please cut off my strings. i thirst and dream of things that gleam, and it’s insatiable. i grab and possess, but i’m never full. i take and rake in what i can, disillusioned as to what really defines a man. but i can’t stop this...
healing hurts.
are you really hurt from healing? or is that happiness you’re feeling? maybe you’ve been so long in the world of pain, you’ve forgotten what it’s like to be out of the rain. you just gotta remember sunny days; you’ll learn. sometimes when you’ve been in hell so long, the cool of heaven will burn. sometimes a bandage doesn’t help as much as the hands that...
me.
through my lines, i’m breakin’ the stereotype. step back and create a new hype. because sometimes you just gotta go against the flow even though everybody knows swimming upstream is even harder than it seems. so i immerse myself in poetry, totally, mixing the vocabulary inconsistently, these words stir restlessly inside of me, ‘cause there’s a piece of my soul in this...
you.
you think you got it all wrong, your days are long and you’re stuck in the wrong body, in the wrong place. move through the rooms of life, each one with a different face. you wanna have what you see, but look and see what you have. you chase your dreams, and idealistic views, picture yourself framed in fame on the evening news. then you start to confuse yourself, excuse yourself, abuse...
time will tell.
it’s burning my heart to be so far apart from yours, but in the end, time will mend, and calm the wars of my soul.
your heart.
keep me in your heart, that’s where i want to be, keep me in your heart, more than a memory. leave me in your heart, don’t push me aside, leave me in your heart, always by your side.
fly
without you, who am i, are you falling, can you fly? don’t lose heart, take my wing. through blue skies, don’t ask why, just come with me, together for eternity. i’ll be your guide, through wind through tide, your comfort through thick and thin. holding you, kissing you, loving you, and staying true through it all. i want to soar through the sky with you, breathe clouds right next to you. i’ll be...
doubts.
sometimes i doubt that anyone cares, it seems god only listens to everyone else’s prayers. sometimes i wonder if anyone knows the life i lead, and the path i chose. maybe i mistaked all the laughter, it sounds like scorn, when i remember it after. maybe i could’ve done something more, anything, instead of just closing doors. sad mornings, sadder nights, broken dreams, fallen kites. i...
enjoy the ride.
it takes more than a little, to make it a lot. the more i remember, i don’t know what i forgot. the best i can do to figure it out, is to never let on, what it’s really about. learn to live to die, open your eyes, to what others deny. don’t turn back to the past tragedies. stand up, and get off of your knees. listen to what’s real, the simple things inside. relax, sit back, and settle in for...
