Thanks for living

my little cousins are hilarious.

Seriously what adults can i play pretend stickers with and throwing around an imaginary ball?

Feel like i should come up more often.

late night road

On the road again.

The suicidal traffic.

the hypnotizing lines that continue till forever. 

The hidden police behind every corner ready to give me a “surprise.”

The wondering if I should stop here for the bathroom or the next 15 miles when in all reality it doesn’t matter.

The awkward silence of arrival in the early morning. 

The friendships to pick back up again after months of neglect.

The family that is frozen in time. 

the unexpected.

work A, work B, work C, work D

I wake up to go to work,

Then I go to lunch still thinking about work.

On my way back to work i get a call about other work that I have to do.

Once I get off of work I have to work on other work that I put off because I was at work.

Work A is during the day.

Work B, C and D take place intermittently during the day when i can squeeze it in between A.

B, C and D also take place after I “get off of work.”

Work F is on hold.

Sweet jesus I even have to put off the drying my laundry because I have to be somewhere for work C.

Breathe, and Turkey.

Breathe… Corn Bread.

Breathe… 8 hour drive tomorrow if I am lucky.

lighthouse (first draft)

The world is filled with so much sadness.

Oceans of tears overflow sandy brims receding only to wash items left adrift in it’s waters.

Forgotten items stained with meanings cast away because their presence causes pain. 

Pain who’s root is in happiness expired.

Shipwrecks of failed plans and shattered dreams crash and break in twisting torrents in the distance while the cyclone howls.

Through the fog our light house stands quietly signaling in the midst of a craggy cliffs.

A gale whips and chills sandblasting our eyes.

We watch for those stranded washed up on our shores,

slow pulses and freezing from sadness’ cold grip.

We stand barefoot digging our feet down in the sand towards the warmth buried under the cold,

we wait bundled in layers of blankets and sweaters,

looking so awkward everyone washed on our shores can’t help but let out a little chuckle.

we wait to pick up the pieces and drink in the tears, 

because everything will be ok, and with us you are home.

the king

A king sits in his court surrounded by advisers.

Every moment spent in company of watching eyes.

Who will be granted the most favors,

Who will be able to exert influence with the king?

Everyone has an agenda.

Strangers come and anxiety heightens.

Every threat is asesed under the veil of politeness.

Walking carefully do not upset the wrong people.

This is how the world works from history till today.

gravity

I experiment with gravity from time to time.

left leg out with my toe pointed towards the ground leaning forward.

clap goes my chucks on the pavement,

I guess it’s still there.

Jumping higher this time I tuck my legs in a few moments of upward motion.

I drop through the center of the world to come out the other side falling skyward.

Like a revolution of balance I fall through the same depth to come back where I started.

Still tucked with my eyes closed I’ve travel thousands of miles in a few seconds.

I’ve broken free of gravity’s unwritten laws.

Believe me or not,

I can fly.

first they laugh…

I am embarking on a new fight against the fastest growing industry in California.

They have casinos, buses, millions in advertising, thousands of employees and power over politicians.

my resources amount to plastic cups, pens, my charming personality and candy.

sweet sweet candy still works on adult’s who’s inner child can’t be silenced.

I didn’t even start on the addictive properties of the product they push.

My community will think it’s a joke,

my comrades will burn out.

We are three individuals against an industry bringing in 4 billion a year.

No one will thinks there’s a problem till it affects them.

Then they loose, the odds are against them.

The house always wins even taking your home.

Suicide is the last choice for those that thought they bet it all.

We are a mummer bringing the storm.

Information is infectious I will bring a plague.

Keep your seizure lights and empty promises,

I’ll burn the midnight oil to find the light out of this tunnel.

writing through acting

Not knowing seems like an eternity,

shadows cast and flirt in the dark,

and though silly confidence Shields me, I can’t help but see these events unfold in my mind.

running rounds circle for forever in here,

and each day comes anew.

histories have come and will pass,

each step writes for me a page in my diary.

flipping through the binds i scribe my own.

I dwell within these pages and i wait for change.

and each day will come and I see love.

staying inside today is good for you

And i thought LA smog was bad.

ash rain at a children’s health fair outside?

Our season should be changed to spring, summer, fire and winter.

disaster or fortune?

This is how it feels to look over the edge,
this is not a suicidal poem about leaping to one’s own end,
but a reflection on the nature of fear,
picture if you will a 50,000 foot high cliff,
adorned with barren trees stripped naked and rocks worn from centuries of abuse from the wind.
The clouds cover the depth before you as your eyes gaze downward following the swirling spirals.
Your toes moving slightly trigger pebbles to fall,
skittering down the mountainside disappearing in the mist.
The cold chill breeze forces you to hold yourself tighter,
arms wrapped around your body it doesn’t seem like enough and your cheeks flush from the wind.
edging towards the end of the cliff you wonder if the clouds will swallow you,
leaning back balance takes you from behind and soon the blood is rushing towards your head,
the cliff growing in distance slowly centers itself in your eye and then is enveloped in a Grey cloud cover,
is this the end?
no, its the beginning,
the air speeds past your head in a relentless roar,
every feeling of sadness and despair is 50 feet back and unknowingly a smile spreads your face.
fingers outstretched wind streams through and suddenly you have the intuition that you can control their direction.
you shift your hands and open your eyes in a never ending free fall,
a slight movement changes your course,
outstreching your arms the wind catches and your body tumbles upwards,
grey mists rush past your sight and you are greeted by the greatest sun you’ve ever seen,
radiant light envelopes the atmosphere and the rays warm every pour on your skin.
like Icarus you’ve dared to burn your wings,
fly on.