Ripe Off the Lemming Tree!

someplace I can see the mountains

2010-03-24T22:35:00.001-04:00

someplace i can see the mountains I AM far over the rooftops ridges in the mistwe are in golden sunlight under purple sky mad energy direct from RA

Lucrates, Mr. Sweetleaf & Mebarefootstanding on the roof Ozan slipped down trying to climb up in his socks he brought us a such a glorious fat spliff

birds in yellow and pinkfly toward the mountains--craziest cloud formations i ever saw taking me back to the amazon 14 years oldwith dad on the riverboat i took a picture of the sunset

here now aotearoa land of the long white cloud where Polly and i talk blissed acid trips energy & the Way memories of the flood we survived together & the whole Rainbow family dancing in the streets of Haast shivering with joy in the suburban void

powerlines leading up to the cross don't obstruct the view--they paint the lines of a masterpiece faroff siren and off beat tribal drum in the garden below--perfect soundtrack to the fivestar film called RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW

wind in my hair and the last few streaks of orange refuse to say their goodnight's until finally Ra tucks in the last of his divine sunray children and i sing them a lullaby in love with the jagged horizon someplace I can see the mountains I AM

while we sleep (love before first sight)

2009-10-14T20:26:00.002-04:00

love cannot wait for the moment

our eyes meet

so our spirits sneak out and liaison

while we sleep

revolución. de amor. ahora.

2009-10-14T20:13:00.002-04:00

REVOLUTION OF LOVE

Hugs to all en mass

Spreading the vibe of white light all over the WORLD with Radical living

Song and dance.

A desire and unfolding fulfillment of all hearts being connected will be EXPONENTIAL!!!!

We will break down the invisible castle walls that pervade our daily interactions, that leave us in our inner bubble thinking of the self instead of the grander self of all that IS.

Turning of the world's attention outward to all life, seeing the universe as ONE holy infinite timeless wonder, one sacred moment in boundless mystery, along with a realization that HEAVEN is on EARTH and within our power to achieve, by mass radical love, manifesting itself in each action.

An army of light will rise up and show the world a new way, a sustainable utopia of community is possible- focus on the white Light flowing between all souls and LIVE AS ONE

REVOLUTION

and this is how i know we are one

2009-08-18T13:50:00.002-04:00

the tree that shades my head against the heat took root
in the dust of my ancestor's remains

i, too, will one day turn to earth
and the grass will pay homage to my memory
by growing thick and lush
and my great grandchildren will free their toes
in its glorious green and laugh

and i laugh too, for i am content
with my part in the great unending cycle

but-- i will not rest until
i have made of it the best & i will
climb up up to the crest of existence and

leap!

that's death
and i am
at peace
with this.

a leaf being slowly lowered to the earth
by the dancing hands of the wind

snow in the spring sun, melting without protest
plays martyr to the thirst of budding green

dandelions being blown to pieces by overzealous children
give life to the next yellow-headed generation...

it's all a bell
ringing on and on
resonating from the heart of Life
and existence is just an echo

i understood

2009-07-14T09:56:00.003-04:00

my eyes are open

but i walk through fields of dreams

i am stronger today

less a boy and more a man

ah, the infinite questions

better to focus on one another's eyes

we don't pretend to know what this is

labels do not suffice to explain the actions of the soul

i have learned

not to hold my heart back, to let it dance

and when i opened my arms to the sun

(to you) i felt my soul bloom like a lotus and i

understood

bones

2009-06-30T12:35:00.003-04:00

skin longs to be
against skin

and flesh
against flesh
(the eternal desire)

but bones, bones
our bones
reunite

only in the grave.

bluebird

2009-06-30T12:29:00.002-04:00

i am the innocent misled bluebird
that tried to fly inside the house one year
& was cruelly denied by a fresh & sparkling window.
stunned
because all he wanted was to explore his world
a little deeper.

it's not so easy, being an adventurer
but i'll pick myself from the gravel
& fly again.

aventura

2009-06-13T16:27:00.003-04:00

...the realities (some delicious, some harsh) of our dreams are in the tiny details, the ones you can only see when they get right up in your face...

i set out tomorrow, along with two dear friends, on a grand adventure. we will ride our bikes to canada, bringing guitars to play in the streets for food money, stealth camping or couchsurfing by night, pedaling on to whatever the road may bring by day... this will last through the end of july, if all goes according to plan / desire and i am indeed accepted to volunteer for invisible children, in which case i'll be flying to san diego at the beginning of august.

you can follow our trip over at the three busketeers, our trip blog. it has an interactive google map, pictures, writing contributions from all of us, and of course a DONATE button! :) we don't have very much money.

during this journey i will be writing as much as possible. every single day. taking into account every detail of the Life inside and outside of me. some of that may find a home on this blog, maybe, maybe not.

i hope that you find peace in your heart

i hope that love will touch you

i hope that you realize the beauty around you and marvel at it

i hope you are filled with Life.

“What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? -it's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” - Jack Kerouac, from On the Road

the truth about geysers / the subterranean tango

2009-06-07T22:59:00.004-04:00

somewhere, deep, underground

there is a hallowed dancefloor where i tango with my one true love

we are subterranean dolphins doing backflips in the dirt

and when we come to the surface

to breathe through the eyes in our backs,

they call it a geyser.

we may be Old but we will be Faithful

until the muddy end.

the price

2009-05-22T00:04:00.007-04:00

painted steel & wood frameworks arch high into the blue
rush of wind and whirr of rollers on twisted tracks

the masses curse the length of hot sweaty zigzagging lines
that they paid the price of a dozen meals to stand in

i want to lose my voice screaming
but not while a child loses her voice permanently!

starved

& her mother's parched vocal cords no longer can sound the pained melody
of the mourning song
you could barely hear it,
the city's rumble-grumble of greed
drowning her out

along with me, and you, and the screams
the click-click-clack of the coaster track & rush of wind
drowning her out

pushing past the site of her grief
to secure our place in line
for a thirty second thrill

rolling to a halt all dizzy and just in time
to buy a ten dollar sandwich and curse
the price.

may seven

2009-05-12T19:53:00.002-04:00

the river flows buena onda
smooth beats the rhythm of my essence
and sprained ankles can still tap to the music...
living, it's a flow, it's love
it's a piano played for the audience of the universe with nothing but joy the reward
it's laughter & desire, thanks
to the spirit that moves in me and you and her and him
makes us all DANCE
holding hands in a rainbow circle of the soul green grass in our toes...

freedom comes from the inside
it's what bows the violin of an Auschwitz musician
it's the pen of the drafted poet in boot camp
and every man seeks what he has already
deep inside

some say that the effect of closing one's eyes is a temporary blindness
but the truth is
to look within is to zoom out panorama widescreen
and the whole world lies in a single human heart

my heart aches

2009-05-03T00:27:00.003-04:00

to be with those with whom i have once connected on that soul level
the ones with whom i've shared beautiful moments, beautiful but fleeting
be it weeks, days, or hours, our time was short
and one or both of us was forced by circumstance and distance to return to our separate lives

CJ in Harrisburg... you became like my sister in only two sleepless days and nights, living radically to save lives, walking around in the city barefoot at 5AM & laughing
Diana G, wherever she is... music & the love of life brought us together the evening of valentines day
Abi, [insert higher power of choice] knows where you are, other than in my fondest memories, i wish we were still in argentina reveling in freedom and joy, snowboarding, drinking local beer and dancing to reggae
George from ? who I talked to about life on the Capitol steps for hours in the middle of the night... you told my your stories and i told you my plans and we smiled because we knew we were kindred spirits even though i think you're thirty years older
Johanna... i miss laughing deeper than anything with you & protecting you from guys twice my size in the club, and hiking up Cerro Otto & i know that you are my second sister
Heloisa in Brasil, peaceful teacher and soul-mentor... we danced and meditated and shared our wisdom and love in broken spanish & it was so beautiful...you welcomed me into your home and heart like none other...

all of these hold pieces of my heart & they are scattered across the globe. of course there are those with whom i am still with geographically, and those with whom i have been able to commune with for years of our lives, and i do not discount them in the least... however, in this moment my collective yearning is for these beautiful people whose physical existences were aligned with mine for only a short time...a flash in the vastness of time and space but each moment was a star a shooting star and may it be that we may see one another once again and dreams of stars will turn into smiling eyes.

connection is magical. when we feel so ALIVE and everything is beautiful because our souls reach out and hug each other's. we know the truth of life without knowing or needing the words for it.

and now i will hobble back to my room resting in the knowledge that it wasn't all a dream. every wonderful experience, transcendental moment, loving encounter, beautiful life-filled time that i have had has always seemed so surreal when looking back on it, almost unbelievable like i saw a movie through my own eyes... and it's always accompanied by some kind of pain, i suppose because what was once is no longer... it's a good pain, it's the ache that reminds us we are alive and it's buried deep in the chest where our faithful hearts keep pumping the blood that lets us live on for another day of seeking life & love & a soul to connect with.

and if we are Lovers of Life

2009-05-02T23:42:00.003-04:00

we will take care of our mother the earth
we will love our fellow man without inhibition or fear
we will rejoice at the color in the grass and they sky and give thanks when the winds stroke our hair
we will open our minds and hearts to all
we will give of ourselves and what we have with joy
we will do everything we can to help the unfortunate, dry tears and save lives
we will be driven by passion for all life sentient and non-sentient, preserving, sending love into the atmosphere
we will fill the earth with positive energy
we will be free radicals never saying no unless it endangers love or life
we will never stop learning of others, their cultures and what makes their souls smile

we will sing and dance and lie in the grass because this dirt and these trees, friends and beasts and our very lives are all one

yesterday / dawn

2009-03-28T23:10:00.002-04:00

ayer yo vi la cara
del viento, y en sus ojos
pude ver la sangre
de un mil corazones rotos.

translation:

yesterday i saw the face
of the wind, and in its eyes
i could see the blood
of a thousand broken hearts.

i like it better in spanish. like most things. spanish is beautiful, it's like a golden misty morning.

exactly one week ago i came home at 5 AM and chanced to look up into the sky. the stars were bright like backlit diamonds. i took my sleeping bag and two blankets and climbed onto the roof of my shed where it's mostly flat. from that throne i watched the sky as it turned from black to navy to blue to lighter blue and orange began to fan itself up further and further and then i fell asleep. it was beautiful.

sueño de la madrugada

2009-03-14T03:54:00.008-04:00

in my dream we rise together

in my dream we never sleep

in my dream our souls are free

to leave our bodies in the deep

in my dream you are my lover

in my dream i have a heart

in my dream you take my hand and whisper

never shall we part.

who am i

2009-03-05T14:09:00.003-05:00

a little spanish poem of the moment

2009-03-03T21:45:00.004-05:00

esto es lo que yo no puedo explicar
como la luna, cada noche, grita por el mar

pero dame una mano y vamos a vagar
yo se solamente que quiero explorar!

my art

2009-02-27T21:59:00.006-05:00

i am bursting with ideas since coming up with a new photo technique. (i'm sure others have done it as well, but i thought it in my head uninfluenced...) it involves long exposures in a completely dark room and manual fired flashes and sometimes flashlights. a glimpse of the insanity:

one day i shall not be contained

2009-02-21T23:37:00.002-05:00

my skin is tingling with energy

i can't stop moving and i want more than anything to frolic free long into the night with anyone and everyone who feels this same massive exploding yearning to abandon cares and caution and "maturity" and to be mad insane radical children exploring the world all wide-eyed bringing home frogs in our pockets...

one day not so far away i will have the freedom to do that. but for now, i am forced to sit inside this tomb and dream...

the sliding glass door

2009-02-17T17:12:00.002-05:00

i saw a child of maybe three, a boy with curly black hair and an innocent face, running towards me from the other side of a clean curved piece of glass inside a curved wall. it was clear to me that i was inside some sort of fancy room and he, out. he did not stop as he ran at the glass. his face made contact at the cheek and stuck, while the rest of his body rose effortlessly from the ground. his neck was bent to facilitate a position of flying, and he smiled as he waved his limbs. i was quite delighted. it became clear to me that the glass was a door that could slide, and i stepped forward and pressed a red button on the wall. the glass began to slide, but the boy was not carried to the left along with it. he stayed in the middle of the opening while the glass slid along his chubby cheek. he was still flying and smiling. before the edge of the door reached him

i woke up.

i drink in darkness

2009-02-17T16:53:00.002-05:00

what is this strange comfort that relaxes my muscles as i shut the locked door behind me?
what is this gleam that appears in my eye the second the light which would reveal it is snuffed out?

first breath after coma

2009-02-15T00:00:00.003-05:00

ahhhh how beautiful to lose oneself in music, drown in its depth, joy, and pain, to journey incredible soundscapes sitting in a new friend's car late at night, sharing the epic soul moments and awakenings that we are given by the songs that we love--

this is life! this is Life!! this is LIFE!!!!

telling and hearing stories of radical experiences, shy awkwardness giving way to serene understanding, falling over in the snow (always worth the joy of the slide), ditching the masses to walk in the icy air and marvel at the sky, trying to skip down the line in the middle of the road and running in erratic circles to stay warm, having a good cup of coffee with laughter...

and when i squint just right at the streetlights they explode up into the sky like fireworks

and when i look over to the drivers seat you are purely in the moment, head back and eyes closed mouthing the melody, air drumming with your hands and feet and i think about how beautiful your soul is my friend

and now i can feel it rising all over me inside me and the shivers run up and down my body as the cymbals and the horns and the strings and the choir and the soaring melody carry me on their wings to new heights and my face is locked into the widest grin i've had in months and for once i Feel, life holding my heart in its hands at last

and i will not hold it in any longer!!

i open my palms to the universe and i suck deep into my lungs my first breath after coma.

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yes, my saturday night was magnificent. i have of late been starved of these moments, so it was a veritable feast... and although it was cut short by the worried calls of those upon whom i am dependent, i am nothing but grateful. to life, to aforementioned wonderful acquaintance rapidly turned friend, to the crafters of the music that connects to our souls, to pretty much everything... and i haven't felt alive like this in a long time, i have been a robot with a broken motherboard, searching for myself and my identity and drowning in the caustic rhetoric and routine of blue mountain academy... and i am so relieved to reconnect to myself, to live in the innocent and fun and beautiful moments. all it took to snap out of the fog was the right company and the right situation. how wonderful!

kick

2009-02-12T11:41:00.004-05:00

hackysack... one of my healthier escapes

some things that happened!

2009-02-09T21:46:00.004-05:00

today i bought wonderful boldly printed retro looking silky fabric to make a tie with. i will wear it with the black suit that i don't really like to wear, and i will feel fulfilled because i made it.

this morning i meditated, the Kundalini meditation as taught by the late indian guru Osho, which includes shaking and dancing along with the whole lotus position being quiet deal that many imagine to be the sum of meditation. it is an hour long, consisting of 15 minute segments (shaking, dancing, sitting quietly, lying down peacefully) to specifically made music... i shook free all of the doubts and plagues and headaches of my mind from the last few days, and during the dance segment i was running through fields with joy, and then i was watching the sunrise with birds flying overhead, and then starting from my head i peeled my skin all the way off and shook around with my various unfettered bodily juices splashing everywhere, and i was really really happy, and then i put all my skin back on, and i was still happy. during the third stage the music is very haunting, and today i saw a mother crying for her dead child, and a brokenhearted lover, and i was very sad. then i cleared my mind and was very peaceful.

i thought about love.

saturday morning

2009-02-07T15:35:00.005-05:00

down, down, down, through rusty pipes, centuries old
the refuse of my abandon flows.
it is an angry, caustic river, and
the debris of its journey remains in my nose.

the heart can't decide

2009-02-02T10:24:00.005-05:00

will i take your hand, or will both of our ashes end up buried in the yard?
i love you, we need each other, i am afraid, you are confused

but our stomachs feel lighter and lighter and we search for the secrets of the heart

we are humans
we are lonely
we like to sit close on the couch
we like to touch each other
we like feeling like we are something more than skeletons with paper mache skin

the head shakes itself no
the vocal cords of the body spew a resounding yes

and the heart can't decide

to be free

2009-01-31T23:32:00.007-05:00

the soul of the Night

and the love that is Light

join together to fight

against wrong masked as right.

and I with my weakness

try to break through the bleakness,

exit this tomb of red and blue glass--

(pursue the abomination: ASK ASK ASK)!

that i might fly, inside, abide

with Night and Light, take up their cry,

run together, scream together

abolish polished walls, bring fall

to palsy of the soul, and all

boundaries surrounding

hearts that Are

POUNDING!

bursting!!

thirsting!!!

to be free!!!!

railroad

2009-01-31T15:41:00.004-05:00

my fingers will travel this track and all that we have ever lacked will be turned back by the border officials of this land of sonourous beauty

[the photo is of my guitar, motionblurred frets sidelit by flashlight in the dark]

the switch

2009-01-29T11:31:00.005-05:00

he likes to chew his cashews in five
washes dishes and scat sings to feel more alive
he wonders when and if love will arrive
and searches for the switch, survive to thrive.

mao

2009-01-26T22:20:00.004-05:00

yellow teeth, smoke rising
beautiful and smiling--

i miss you, old friend.

boulders

2009-01-19T21:43:00.005-05:00

wait while the ghosts of dead families decide my sentence—
the judge is out and the jury sits in the big chair with a mallet
and pounds little birds into the woodwork

please! duct tape my heart to the inside of my head!
turn my skin inside out, maybe then, maybe then
clara barton will run away!

i dare you! look away from that cancerous dance in a box,
look me in my eye
and oh! how our insanity shall multiply!

do you feel it? the creeping madness?!
the hurtling stone in the heart, the bitter sneer of the lip
the excrement of a thousand subconscious lusts tingling in your toes!!?

and i will kick and kick and maybe finally, finally
my foot will fly off and land on the boardroom table,
and the moldy beasts with their black leather briefcases
will shrink back in terror while i hop to the kitchen to get a bagel

but oh! my love! if you read this will you still put my head on your heart?
will you still kiss my neck, run your hand down the appalachia of my ribs
and smile?

lightning! make me your mistress, we will find electric pleasures in the angry clouds
and i will hide in the forest when the sun comes home from work!

don't look! don't look! don’t look to the sea!
for salt and spray have betrayed you and me
and our boat's beams are made of bones

i am but a stone's throw from the chains of the sane—
thank god there are only boulders here.

gunpowder

2009-01-19T20:27:00.006-05:00

i am gunpowder
i will explode one day
instrument of death
or joyful display?

words of my hero

2009-01-18T14:09:00.002-05:00

"It’s good to remind myself when I’m having a crisis of purpose and feeling useless that at least I can make something beautiful." -Andrew Bird

i am in that position. and i as well can make something beautiful. ah, what hope lies in art.

todo fue bien / twenty three degrees

2009-01-10T12:10:00.002-05:00

but we laid on the shore of blue marsh lake, mesmerized, hypnotized by the beauty of the moon and stars and we could have sworn it was them moving and not the clouds, and we saw robot dogs and cigar smokers in the moon and amputees and a child riding a dinousaur in the clouds, and i shook and shivered and exulted in the beauty of the earth and the company of one of the best friends i've ever had, and chilled to the bone there was peace among man in the silence. and little birds that chirped short bell sounding chirps followed us in the bushes on the trail and i had visions of big evil birds and was scared for a moment but fear laid itself back down on its bed in the back room of my mind y todo fue bien.

and we took pictures of the moon in the branches, and of the lake shore thirty second exposures and put ourselves in them to make sure this isn't a dream, and felt generally great, just like earlier when we were making and eating perfect pizza and blessing it with laughter. and at midnight i drove home listening to andrew bird's transcendentally achingly beautiful song "weather systems" (which is so perfect and special to me that i will only listen to it in very meaningful times) and felt grateful and remembered to turn off my high beams for the occasional oncoming brother or sister encased in speeding metal, and one time the shadow that my lights and a rise in the road for a fleeting second made looked exactly like a b2 stealth bomber. but "don't be scared" also by the wondrous mr. bird was playing y todo fue bien.

this morning i welcomed the sun coming through the rainbow italian peace flag in my window with a pantsless twirly beckoning kind of dance, to the tune of the tranquil and subtly joyful "tantric day" from "music from the world of osho" the album "ten thousand buddhas" and it felt so good and i felt like the universe was my mother and i thanked the sun for giving another day of light and i forgot what it said to me, but it involved a thankyou as well. then i did my spanish homework, y todo fue bien.

a thursday evening

2009-01-08T16:30:00.005-05:00

alone, i find some semblance of peace
my fingers shake from lack of sleep
silence grows in its defiance of day
and all the songs in my head fade away.

your shoulder, your neck, their absence
my faltering frame's desire for warmth
your hand in my hair, a memory
the rest in your touch, a dream.

soon i will rise, but not inside
soon i will walk, but i wish to glide!
soon i will smile like i never lied
soon i will laugh, but i'll wish to have cried.

goodbye, hawaii

2009-01-04T21:39:00.002-05:00

i will miss you and your friendly beaches and the strength of the waves that break upon them, and watching the surfers ride them for pure joy, and waking up late to the warm sun through the window and putting on jack johnson and smiling inside and out. thankyou.

the best things

2009-01-03T03:47:00.001-05:00

"There are things you do because they feel right & they may make no sense & they may make no money & it may be the real reason we are here: to love each other & to eat each other's cooking & say it was good." -Brian Andreas

oh eight / oh nine / don't worry be happy

2009-01-02T04:04:00.003-05:00

"The new year is here, and I wonder what it will bring. I wonder what great music and art will be created, what new relationships will be formed, what adventures will be undertaken, what losses will come.

This year, I want to really think all the time. To question all the time. To love truly, to create amazing things, to adventure, to take risks."

that ^ is from the beginning of the year. i was all about capitalization then, haha. i feel very fulfilled as i read my aspirations for this year and know that i realized them. here are a few things i remember from oh eight:

falling in love with diana and existing in it in Spain, first kiss in the basement of a hippie store in madrid, all messy and beautiful, and the ensuing heartbreak of our end.
mountain top moment in argentina, just me and the andes with golden light on the jagged peaks.
seasons of depression and numbness and a whole ton of self doubt.
fires on makaha beach in hawaii with a mandolin, cousins, and the brightest sky of the universe.
winning the ping pong tournament.
timeless incredible perfect jam sessions with matt in the big room
playing the goodbye song to the class of oh eight and all the tears that followed, and all the tears that came with the realization that my best friends, band members, and myriad special people were all leaving me.
andrew bird concert and its vast and perfect beauty, telling mr. bird that he is my hero, to his face.
waking up to sufjan on a lazy sunday morning and being warmed by the sun coming through my flags in the window.
nasty sweaty mornings working breakfast dishroom.
brazilian lover eduarda and learning emptiness of lust without true love and depth.
talking to jolly okot, warrior of peace in uganda africa on the phone, invisible children and my attempts at leading an effort to raise money for them, the depression about not doing enough, and the revival of my passion for the cause.
reading on the road and the dharma bums and their subsequent impact on my thought and life.
talks and tough questions with pastor serge.
stress, a quarter's worth of ap english work to do in one night.
getting kicked out of bel canto and the subsequent pain and acceptance.
active meditations with helouisa in argentina, and learning about life from her.
finding a love of languages and learning spanish.
finding peace with a sweet smelling flower and the wind and the waves on waikiki beach.
lots of thoughts on death and life and the moment.
seeing the universe sway.
running around trees madly in the winter rain barefoot playing my harmonica in my irish felt tophat.
discovering the ugliness of jealousy, becoming accidentally trapped in girl drama.
andrea, our mutual fascination and attraction, and the sudden fade of the spark on my end.
the wall.
el porro and ensuing beautiful madness.
forays into conspiracy theories with dad, improvement of our relationship, actually having a deep conversation with him that didn't end in a stalemate of blind religious dogma vs my creedless open existence.
increased bitterness and anger and caged feeling at school, especially during forced religious activities, worship, church, etc.
dance parties with jeff and johnny and steve and a slew of random objects.
long term relationships between friends crashing and burning.
almost leaving school mid quarter to go on the road with dave and no money or equipment.
almost hitting a deer while driving too fast wrong side of the road at one am blasting hardcore with the windows down.
amelie and her vast inspiration.
discovering walt whitman and leaves of grass in the library at union while i was supposed to be auditing a class, reading "one hour to madness and joy" over and over again and the tears that came to my eyes for its perfection.
the intense call of the night and being stuck inside blue mountain academy's fucking dormitory and not being able to answer.
the jawdropping incredible flamenco guitarists that i saw in an irish pub in argentina, three times.
loneliness and the inner tension of a need for love and a desire to stay free and a desire not to use anyone or hurt anyone.
learning to crochet and making a damn good hat for emily.
descending into san martin de los andes at night on the bus while listening to pavoratti and the way his last high note ended exactly as the bus stopped.
new friends, abi, johanna, andrew, graham, michelle, mao, the whole gang in bariloche.
running down the street for sheer joy late at night and afterclub aloneness with the lake and the wind at 6 am.
breaking out of the bubble i've lived in most of my life, the difficulty of breaking the mental bubble, and the pain of having to return to it.
hiking in argentina and hawaii and rediscovering my love of the trail and the natural world.
getting the d300 and the subsequent artistic depression about not using it enough.
writing amazing poetry, and writing shitty poetry.
my radical raw soul experience on senior retreat in which i saw the world as one huge fluid existence of energy and sobbed heaving hard deep cries like never before over the lack of love and acceptance and freedom and expounded all the silent wisdom from my heart on ears that did not truly understand, friends who thought i was demon possessed, and i felt the souls of every person in the world and laid on the night earth writhing with love and brokenness and release, and justin's scary voice when he said there is only one way, speaking of jesus christ, and my subsequent broken cry and throwing of the earth at him, our tense exchange and eventual hug, and how i wanted to dance after.
feeling like a failure one day and a savior the next, and feeling nothing the next, and everything the next.
masses of ideological confusion and the realization that how i got here, where i'm going, and what is happening in a different dimension does not change the way in which i wish to live my life.
being forced to cut my hair.
surfing my first wave all the way in to shore.
missing the people i love that are scattered about the globe.
moving past listening only to indie and reveling in the incredible soundscape of the music of different world cultures.
discovering my love of reggae and late nights dancing to it in la cantina.
myriad future plans and the accompanying excitement.
photoshoot on the shed roof with janna and angela and a saw and an orange and chairs and newsweeks and croquet mallets wearing all plaids and a bowtie.

i thank you, oh eight, for all that you gave to me. and now i move on to oh nine. i will graduate high school this year. i will turn nineteen, which sounds much older than eighteen.

this year is about eschewing fear. it's about stepping out of my comfortable little inner self and becoming a radical. talking to all the people i see that i want to meet and learn from and share with but am too afraid to. being bold and passionate and intentional about my life. becoming secure about myself so that i can better give of myself to others. doing the odd things that i want to do that free my soul without worrying what people will think.

i want to love boundlessly, experience deep raw intense soul experiences, create beautiful meaningful things, learn all that i can, adventure recklessly, live in harmony, find peace within myself, actually finish some of the things i start, meditate more, read, write, and learn to live simply.

i'm excited about this year and its surprises and joys. i also am sure it will hold pain and aloneness and difficulty. i embrace this. the fire cleanses the heart. "the more that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain."

i love life, and celebrating this year's one digit reminder of it. i am thankful that i exist. i am thankful that you exist. let us dance and sing together.

hypocrites

2008-12-25T02:35:00.004-05:00

stop praying, america, and fucking act.

banksy.co.uk

earlier

2008-12-24T22:17:00.003-05:00

my dad was sawing a board. i saw the little picture with a stick figure hand with severed fingers and i wanted to put my hand in the saw, twice.

later, i had an orange in my hand, and i was outside, and there was light fading into darkness, and i wanted to throw the orange into the darkness and watch it fade away into space. it would just keep rising until it slammed and splatted into a satellite's fragile side, and then the whole earth would be without DirecTV and i would smile and say, well there's my good deed for the day!

home

2008-12-23T21:07:00.003-05:00

a disconnect. a place to become numb. i don't know why. i only know that i cannot open up. everything's fine on the surface, but since when did i care about the fucking surface?? i inexplicably cannot give of myself here. i stay within. no affection flows. this is supposed to be the place i think about with warm charming little thoughts when i'm in stuck in a rainstorm miles from civilization in a country where i don't speak the language. truth is, i would much rather be there right now, if i could be there with someone with whom i could share love and life.

an emergency vehicle just passed by out on the road. i hope it doesn't slip on the ice. i wish it was taking me to the hospital. it would be an adventure. the EMT's and i could laugh together as they cut open my chest.

reverse sonnette

2008-12-22T21:49:00.001-05:00

stop

2008-12-22T20:52:00.004-05:00

eschew the rumble.

thou shalt not stumble.

carry this weight and do not fumble.

open your eyes. hear nature grumble.

the jaguar roars as forests tumble

starving while the masses mumble.

STOP!

awake!

do you not understand?

stop building! stop cutting!

consuming, irgnoring

the plea, the cry

of our mother, the sky

the shit that you crave will be your grave.

thou shalt halt. or watch your world crumble.

yes

2008-12-22T03:36:00.001-05:00

"In the time of your life, live—so that in that wondrous time you shall not add to the misery and sorrow of the world, but shall smile to the infinite delight and mystery of it." -- William Saroyan

mountain

2008-12-22T02:21:00.005-05:00

my great desire and deep wish is to make a massive impact on the world through the giving of love and joy and wisdom. i have a burden especially for those oppressed of Soul, existing but not LIVING, the walking dead on their way into the mold of mediocrity and greed that our society places so conveniently in their path. i want those without food, water, or opportunity to get it, too. there's a more concrete solution to that, i'll spread awareness about what's happening, spark passion in others to stop it, ask the world for money to buy food, etc. but how do i go about infusing Life into life? the first step is to live it, of course. stop being addicted to obtaining. i have in many regards, but not enough. i want to live radically. i want to make every moment meaningful, to live with intention, driven by a fiery purpose. to never waste a minute of life on things that don't matter. and then what? i think i will find an intersection that is destitute by night and busy by day, and pitch a tent in it. i will not move when the masses curse me and the fact that they are late to a job they don't like to make money to buy things they don't need. i will watch a bird through the netting of the tent and be glad for its example of freedom. i will tell aforementioned commuters to do the same.

will this work? i don't know. however, the key for me, the finisher of nothing, the starter of little, is to dive in and start in whatever way i can.

"We stand at the bottom of that mountain feeling overwhelmed, feeling doubt, feeling where do I even begin? You begin when you decide to pick up the shovel. You begin when you determine that you will do all it takes, regardless… You begin when you decide that no matter how long it takes, no matter if your undertaking is successful or not – that it’s not the outcome that matters as much as the journey taken - that shoveling matters." (from http://tizitl.blogspot.com)

things i find beautiful

2008-11-26T00:14:00.002-05:00

ONE hour to madness and joy! O furious! O confine me not!
(What is this that frees me so in storms?
What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?)
O to drink the mystic deliria deeper than any other man!
O savage and tender achings! (I bequeath them to you my children,
I tell them to you, for reasons, O bridegroom and bride.)

O to be yielded to you whoever you are, and you to be yielded to me
in defiance of the world!
O to return to Paradise! O bashful and feminine!
O to draw you to me, to plant on you for the first time the lips of
a determin'd man.

O the puzzle, the thrice-tied knot, the deep and dark pool, all
untied and illumin'd!
O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!
To be absolv'd from previous ties and conventions, I from mine and
you from yours!
To find a new unthought-of nonchalance with the best of Nature!
To have the gag remov'd from one's mouth!
To have the feeling to-day or any day I am sufficient as I am.

O something unprov'd! something in a trance!
To escape utterly from others' anchors and holds!
To drive free! to love free! to dash reckless and dangerous!
To court destruction with taunts, with invitations!
To ascend, to leap to the heavens of the love indicated to me!
To rise thither with my inebriate soul!
To be lost if it must be so!
To feed the remainder of life with one hour of fulness and freedom!
With one brief hour of madness and joy.

-Walt Whitman

II.

III.

When all the tension, sorrow, and fear inside finally breaks and the tears come at last, like rain, all furious and gentle in the same moment.

IV.

Looking back on times of laughter with people that made it mean something eternal.

Fall leaves backlit by the sun while crisp air sears my lungs.

VI.

You. At least, I'm trying.

driving at midnight:thirty, shortly before almost ending a deer's life

2008-11-25T23:24:00.002-05:00

I saw the yellow line in the middle of the road curving into the darkness like the spiraling dough of the eternal sticky bun.

leaving it all

2008-09-22T21:45:00.002-04:00

We may go
In the footsteps of the Dharma Bums
In the footsteps of Mr. McCandless
Hitch, dive in dumpsters, and sleep under perfect stars
Raise a glorious and defiant middle finger to the system and the status quo.

fear, realitY?
we'll see

2008-09-22T21:36:00.003-04:00

Tonight is one for madness
for light in dark corners
and the spewing of soul wisdom
under white stars, with living guitars
dancing in hands trembling for joy

Tonight is one for reaching into chests
to pull out beautiful filthy hearts
to hook to one another's veins
to pump existence into flawed bodies

Tonight is one for raw experience
purest forms of holy communication
smiles and laughs and tears for the ages
great drops of soul-rain breaking down dams of kept in skeleton waters so the flood can free the land by way of beautiful destruction

Tonight is one for doors, not opened but thrown
with forward force off rusty hinges
cast aside like cares and burdens and evil hanging-over monsters of the responsible stale day that now shows its extreme lack of worth

Tonight is for me, it is filled with my longings, my red wishes and blue abstract desires
Tonight has a voice like a megaphone in my ear and it's begging me to come out and play in its vastness and joy and to bring those souls of my endearment along for a collective session of wide-eyed enlightenment, sitting at the feet of wise all-knowing Night and drinking her danger until the sick dawn-elephant stirs, until it raises its head to rise and still we laugh in its face, loving life too much to be anything but mad lunatics, proud of mad lunacy--

and perfection is in those waning moments, drunk with life.

ah perfect madness

2008-09-22T21:28:00.002-04:00

We danced free with umbrellas and stuffed animals and small appliances and hangers and granola to the bouncing harmonies of the Of Montreal and then sat crosslegged breathing in the joyous textures of Sigur Ros and the silence while we meditated and then I read to my dear brothers the perfect words of The Prophet about friendship and everybody nodded in the low light and felt each other's souls. And the we made a beautiful apple crisp, ghetto style, using just a hot pot and talked about admiring things. And then we ate it, in all its imperfect glory, sitting around a centerpiece of the moment in which my preserved piranha ate my clock, called "Demise of Time" so as to express the intense desire for beautiful times like these to be able to last or live outside of time. We passed a bottle of passion fruit nectar, taking ecstatic swigs, and later made tea and sipped it in tiny ceramic cups. Jeff smiled and sat there bobbing his head like he does when he's happy or chillling and I could see that Steve, though behind his stoic wall, was being affected, at least, by all this amazingness. And we listened to music of all sorts and discussed time, joy and sorrow, and other random bits of life far into the night. And after all had quieted down and Jeff had gone and Johnny went to bed, Steve and I sat on the couch and felt each other's souls in the silence, once in a while breaking it to utter cryptic truths and shar struggles. I felt so close to these my brothers and realized that all this time I've been spending missing people not in my immediate life should go into deepening these relationships I have here and adding value to these people. I am working to lead people to be free and exposing life as beautiful in the eyes of anyone I meet.

Vesta

2008-07-26T14:57:00.001-04:00

Convoco el fuego y la llama naranja como expresion sagrada del amor, la amistad y el espiritu.

stereotyping

2008-07-23T22:39:00.003-04:00

zoom out, we're in the same world

eating each other's vegetables and thinking

about each other's colors of life

so stop typing

turn down the stereo

live free of negativity.

i love life

2008-07-21T00:53:00.002-04:00

The metals of my experience all crash together and the sparks like fireflies live and rise and grow like fireworks but last, like a warming campfire offering its mesmerising dancing body to stare into and relive all the moments in the flames. Some sparks questions, some answers, some commands, all beautiful, full of life, illuminating who i am.

;

2008-06-11T00:25:00.000-04:00

and i wonder
does the heart of the sun
burn as mine does
for you?

thewind

2008-06-11T00:20:00.002-04:00

you go: to where
you come: from there
but where is there
and what the fare
to cross so many a border?
lines drawn by men with silken casts on
broken minds, with stealthy crafts and

i will find
you, though your flight is unseen
and your escorts demean all
attempts to glean from your

beauty, wisdom
and i follow, i follow
always i follow
that i might without passport of mind

cross the lines

.

2008-06-09T15:18:00.008-04:00

a dead man gave to me life, in his words
flooding my outstretched hand
a wounded heart carries the weight of the world
traversing a monochrome land
and i wonder why
(while i sit, they die)
you and i cannot fly

cry
cry!
oh mother of death!
let the quilt that you wrap 'round our souls
rise out of mass graves
(churches and banks)
to suffocate all for which you give thanks
to halt the advance of the bloodthirsty ranks
and smother, smother, (smother!)

begin!

change?terror
love?never
smoke and the sun are all that remains
but it rains
it rains
sweet and furious it rains
dark and glorious it rains

and
slowly
i bare my palm to the ground

and so i go

2008-05-31T06:10:00.002-04:00

i go to love recklessly
i go to expand my mind and my soul and my heart
i go to slide down slippery slopes of snow on a piece of wood
i go to learn to live outside myself
i go to kick myself out of my comfort zone
i go to free my soul
i go to break out of the bubble like escaping from jail
i go to be truly myself, where none knows any different
i go to share myself
i go to commune with strangers' souls
i go to defy my own expectations for myself
i go to live truly
i go to immerse myself in a different universe
i go to get away
i go to move on
i go to be free
i go to find beauty and meaning
i go to capture the same in various arts
i go so far
i go to argentina
today

and so i forsake thee temporarily, dear lemming tree
it seems that you shall be out of season
be ready, for though i go to charge off the cliffs
i'll be back
in a hot air balloon
with no regard for cliffs

our last moment together

2008-05-27T21:25:00.003-04:00

they call, they come, they call
heart of leather, words an awl

kingdom: intro

2008-05-27T11:54:00.003-04:00

welcome.
welcome, fine guests, to my dark kingdom--
my evil empire (lake of fire)
walls of dire inky black
black more vibrant than any night sky
ever wished to lack
black with purpose
black with memory
black that knows my soul
as the river knows the barren peaks
whose purity it stole.

yet look no more! agape, aghast
upon these hell-washed bricks--
no sum of wide-eyed moments passed
could ever buy the fix--
instead
set sail from under the shadow
cast by time's decrepit machine
let wonder's winds and wisdom's waves
propel this boat of dreams
to a land (that seems so) far away
to a city lit up like the day
by fireworks in constant play
a place so full of joy, (they say)
thunderstorms know to stay at bay
and the gods grant the gardens eternal may.

unreal/goodbye/sadness

2008-05-27T02:30:00.002-04:00

a movie entitled "Time Flies"
watched on the screen of my eyes
unreal-- epic hugs and goodbyes

over: i find
no rewind

Solitario

2008-05-23T11:56:00.002-04:00

,

2008-05-23T10:56:00.003-04:00

beautiful apprentice of my dear delight
spare me not any joy tonight

tree

2008-05-20T18:29:00.002-04:00

i am a cross left by the road
i am a paper bearing deadly last goodbyes
i am a fan blade spinning round and round and round

i am the one that lets you breathe

proud of

2008-05-19T15:59:00.005-04:00

Maybe I can find a way to use photography to be able to go to shows for free and photograph them!

you are

2008-05-19T15:19:00.003-04:00

i am the river and you are the gravity
you are the moontide and i am the helpless sea
you are the rain and i am a dying tree

you are the bird that flees from safety that it might be truly free

Battle

2008-05-12T11:29:00.002-04:00

There's this war in me between enjoying my freedoms and wanting so badly to live again in that beautiful cage...

A Love Story: Part One

2008-04-24T15:50:00.003-04:00

loved ones lost to the tuna-fisher's net,
home polluted by wasteful creatures of no regret
alone and doubting, i could do nothing but fret
until, kind eyes and patches, we met.

i understand, my savannah's been burned
my livelihood spurned
despair and spite often adjourned
but with you here, my luck's been incredibly turned!

Earth D'eh / Death of Beauty

2008-04-22T17:05:00.002-04:00

It's Earth Day. I should be excited. Excited that I can make a difference, that there's as much beauty left on this planet as there is, that I'm alive.

I'm not. I'm too lost in the collective labyrinth of apathy, comfortability, and selfishness. I say I want to do something but I don't. I say all I want for my life is to make a difference, and sometimes I make little mini-efforts and succeed in very small and finite moments, but I don't do anything lasting.

Tomorrow's two weeks since the end of my relationship with the most uniquely amazing girl I've ever met. It was a deep, beautiful, and incredible one, and its death was not close to being my choice. Her reasons were understandable and perhaps I'll come to see that it was for the best, but that doesn't quell the immense disconnect in my broken heart. Thoughts of her fill nearly every moment of thought that I have. I can't stop remembering all the dreams and touches and words. Who knows how long until I'm able to let go...

Joy and Sorrow

2008-04-14T16:43:00.003-04:00

"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain." -Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

I hope its true, because sorrow is carving into my being.

Blood

2008-04-10T15:35:00.002-04:00

The more you've given, the harder the end hurts.

I drew these bars.

2008-04-04T19:52:00.003-04:00

I am caged by my own assumptions. I fail to act on my dreams because i believe the very things i profess to throw away. I accept the the things that hold me back. Entertain them, even. And it's so subconscious, it's so sneaky, it's such a worm. Why do I do the things I do?

THE VOICES. THEY TELL ME. And I listen, but why? Fuck.

I need to be alright with my brokenness. I need to find oneness with something better and rise on its wings, because mine don't work.

The flood, the voices, they halt the unity. Soul flying is all I want, but how can I fly with this fog of everything that's been told me, everything around me, everything in me. I hate how so much of who I am is formed by things not under my control. Control. Why do I need control? Why am I always struggling to be right, to look good, to feel superlative?

I must find the way to be at peace with myself, to feel oneness truly, to wear the sunset instead of just look at it. There's so many things that I want that I'm not willing to put in the effort to find. Or I'm being held back by invisible forces on my subconscious, or maybe I'm really OK and this is all just a painful process...

Imagining

2008-03-31T19:23:00.003-04:00

backlit, ominous, sinister-
it looms and i
set off alarms in my head,
take a backward step-
yet i am frozen by its stare.

the vacuum
dark hall
late night.

now a SCREAM!
deep from its bowels
and it careens toward me.
faster and faster
out of control
it wants me and grows
along with its desire.

and now a red glow
a roar
in its rollers of death
i see too close
teeth and hair of friends!

and i run
the remaining few feet between us
with open arms.

Conquistador

2008-03-04T12:01:00.002-05:00

And off it is to Spain for Spring Break, to conquer my demons, to sing songs I don't believe the words of, to bond with friends old and new, to find out if this is love, to explore, to adventure...

For Night But Not Sleep

2008-03-03T15:53:00.004-05:00

an eyelash falls
and so does the window
from which it took flight--
longing for night
but not for sleep
longing for dreams
of the dark and deep
of moments so pure
infinite and sweet
of love that would render
my heart complete.

2008-02-22T13:54:00.000-05:00

"You're obliged to pretend respect for people and institutions you think absurd. You live attached in a cowardly fashion to moral and social conventions you despise, condemn, and know lack all foundation. It is that permanent contradiction between your ideas and desires and all the dead formalities and vain pretenses of your civilization which makes you sad, troubled and unbalanced. In that intolerable conflict you lose all joy of life and all feeling of personality, because at every moment they suppress and restrain and check the free play of your powers. That's the poisoned and mortal wound of the civilized world." - Octave Mirbeau

Purple Pineapples

2008-02-20T14:34:00.005-05:00

once upon a time, there was a person.
the person like to paint themselves with purple pineapples.

every morning, the person dipped his brush in purple paint

pineapples danced on purple shores

and the person smiled

because it made him happy.
-Janna Wagner

Blur

2008-02-19T15:40:00.002-05:00

It's a beautiful blur
She lifts my soul
It's uncharted waters from here
But this is what ships were made for.

Blue

2008-02-14T13:41:00.001-05:00

I am a flying into darkness, or is it peace?

Warnings

2008-02-12T14:39:00.000-05:00

I don't know what it means. I only know that today there is something wrong.

Always Listening

2008-02-04T15:08:00.000-05:00

And I wonder, are they always listening? How long will it be until our rights are so smeared in Patriot Acts and the like that they become unrecognizable? How much of our freedom will we give to preserve our lives?

But is not life worthless without freedom?

Cage

2008-01-30T10:18:00.000-05:00

I was observing the rabbit in the science lab during chemistry today. Mr. Rabs has about three feet by three feet by two feet to roam, and a little shelf half as large with a ramp up to it, just in case he wants a view or some thrills. As I watched him trudging about his confines, I imagined him bounding across the prairie, or poking around the moss in a shady forest, or nestling up to his soulmate in a cozy rabbit hole. I imagined him happy and joyful, and the contrast was so sharp. I felt such a sadness for his plight, and then I started thinking about zoos and how I don't think I'll ever take my kids to the zoo. Just the fact that we're humans and they're animals doesn't give us license to take away their freedom. They need to runnnnn freeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

And so do I.

Doom

2008-01-27T15:07:00.001-05:00

Sometimes, the smiles are the symptoms.

Audience

2008-01-24T15:23:00.002-05:00

I find that art brings the most joy when done purely for the sake of doing it, not for an audience or to gain recognition or to make money. When Matt and I play together on Mondays, our jams can go for 15 minutes, just lost in the music, playing our hearts out, and it's so beautiful. One time we told a few friends passing to stay and hear this new song, promising that it would be good, and we played it, but it didn't feel right and the notes were wrong and it just wasn't pure.

As soon as there's an audience expecting to be entertained, something changes. It's like we're a company, and they're consumers.

I know I want to share that joy with people, though. Busking must be the answer!

Optimistic

2008-01-22T14:51:00.000-05:00

There is a sort of wandering optimism making its way through me today. How do I make it a fixture instead of a feeling, one that I know could prove to be fleeting so easily?

There's something about being "liked" that gives one more confidence and more optimism.

There's something about being loved that makes everything OK, even when the aforementioned are nonexistent.

From The Prophet by Khalil Gibran:

Only another breath will I breathe in this still air, only another loving look cast backward,
Then I shall stand among you, a seafarer among seafarers.
And you, vast sea, sleepless mother,
Who alone are peace and freedom to the river and the stream,
Only another winding will this stream make, only another murmur in this glade,
And then shall I come to you, a boundless drop to a boundless ocean.

The man's writing nearly defines beauty. It uplifts my soul. I'm only 10 pages into The Prophet and I am in love with it already. Read!

I will reach to the sky. I will reach through the confusion. I will reach my dreams.

Normalcy

2008-01-21T16:59:00.000-05:00

My number one fear is that I will become normal. That I will listen to the voices and be rocked to sleep by their toxic lullabies. That I will fail to make this longing for adventure and love and wandering and joy and freedom from tradition and freedom from fear and freedom from the voices anything more than just a longing.

To Be Wanted

2008-01-18T16:17:00.001-05:00

This touched me a bit, or something. From XKCD.com

[Dan]gerous

2008-01-06T12:05:00.001-05:00

And if our ideas are dangerous, it is because we are those who love to live dangerously. And if our dreams are mad, it is because we are mad. But our madness is supreme wisdom. But our ideas are the heart of life; but our thoughts are the beacons of humanity. -Renzo Novatore

3:43 AM

2008-01-06T03:44:00.000-05:00

there's something about couches
that makes you want to slide down a little further
let your head fall a little closer
abandon all plans to play hard-to-get
but then you realize

there's no one there.

People I Wish I Knew

2008-01-05T02:13:00.000-05:00

Today I drove home from Michigan. I was a little tired, but not really having to fight to stay awake, because driving can be interesting if you make it. Sometimes I sneak a quick glance at the people in the cars I pass or that pass me, or I imagine what the people look like even though I can't see them. (Definitely influenced by their ride!) And then I wonder what their lives are like and what's important to them and if they're happy or sad. I wish that I could talk to them, hear their stories. And somehow when I actually have chances to talk to people that I don't know, I keep to myself, and I don't know why.

I saw something awesome today: a minivan with bright colored Christmas lights strung throughout the roof rack! I was so proud of those people, and I was so incredibly thankful that people like them exist, and even as I write this I'm not sure what was so special about it, it just was. It was inspiring, and it made me want to go caroling this summer.

Cheers!

2008: The Best Thing Since Sliced Mice!

2008-01-01T00:14:00.001-05:00

The new year is here, and I wonder what it will bring. I wonder what great music and art will be created, what new relationships will be formed, what adventures will be undertaken, what losses will come.

This year, I want to really think all the time. To question all the time. To love truly, to create amazing things, to adventure, to take risks. I can't just coast through the days mindlessly like I've been doing way too much.

[interlude! i just thought of something awesome! ready? "I planned my past tomorrow." OK that's all :) ]

I know that the world is so much bigger than I realize. There's so much to learn, so much to discover. So much beauty and so many amazing people. I guess I'm looking forward to getting out of the bubble that I'm currently in. It could happen this summer. Stay tuned. :))

Happy 2008, all, like, 2 of you...

Red/White/Lights

2007-12-27T20:06:00.000-05:00

i think about the people
living in the lights, far away
i think about their lovers
i think about their broken hearts
fathers, distant fathers
lumps in throats and the tears
the tears.

tell me people in the lights, far away
are your rivers dry?

red vs. white
the joust goes on
i think about last moments
i think about broken glass
mothers, wailing mothers
twisted metal and the tears
the tears.

tell me red, tell me white
tell me knights
are your rivers dry?

Inspired

2007-12-27T18:10:00.000-05:00

Peter's new blog, pedroxian.blogspot.com, has inspired me to create this portal of goodness. Writings and interestingness shall appear here often!