Falling asleep

No where to go, door and window closed, lost in thoughts that see through white walls and past empty streets and peer into an empty sky lit only by the glimmer of stars and a dull crescant moon.The faint glow guides thoughts onward, a heart beats as they surge forward, past idle cars and empty buildings reaching for the sky only to fall short, over rivers and past parks where people once spent their lively days rejoicing in the company of others, but now lie empty. Reaching, grasping, racing against what time only knows, frantic thoughts grasp for solidity in anything, only anything slips through like sand, tumbling into an empty oblivioin. Desperate, thoughts submerge into empty oblivion, and there find solace.

Seasons From A Tree's PoV

This heat is unbearable,
      standing in sweaty sheen
      soaked through sheets
      the air itself is wet

Come soon cool autumn,
this heat is unbearable,
     brisk mornings grow
     vivid orange and yellow
     and frost on my window

Come later chill winter,
I'll bear this heat longer,
     frozen ground and
     frozen hearts leave
     a tundra on existence.

Dear spring,
For you I will endure,
     green grass grows
     in between my toes
     I'll look around and smile

Rain

rain seeps into my summer, the humid heat trickles away
drop by drop it streams down the sidewalks and streets,
unforgiving heat becomes unrelenting relief as I
wake not in a lethargic sweat, but in cool composure,
with a willingness to start the day with a pen, not a shower

birds whistle their witty tunes to the drum line of drops,
a saxophone drones from a house down the way,
an airplane passes, roaring goodbye from above
a car splashes through streams and puddles,
carrying precious parcels home after work or play

the rain lightens briefly only to fall vigorously again,
a cool breeze blows through leaves of neighboring trees,
causing them to sway as they absorb the pit-pat of the rain,
drops falling from the tops only to land safely on the next,
trees drink greedily, and the grass patiently waits it's turn

moist drops flung by a fierce wind
cascade across my chest
spring's green leaves rip past me
fly into traffic, sticking to cabs
A tumble weed hat rolls past
it's owner weaving through walkers
and joggers

Watching the mayhem of spring
an unfamiliar man in a coat too large,
worn through, ripped at the seams,
looks at me, our eyes me
He asks me for change
Tearing my eyes away I continue,

Briskly walking, never stopping
It takes more than one man to stop me
as poor as he was, I'm poorer still
No amount of coin could enrich my life

Clinging to what's mine
a cold wind to my bones
Skin and bones, no heart, no mind
just a body in motion
the wind and rain threaten all that I am

I'll tread until I reach my end,
heaven or hell or and an endless rest
in the mud, where I crawl like a worm
covered in a film of slime, of blood
the light at the end of this tunnel

Smack me so I can breathe,
Cut my only tie to my old life
With a wail and tears like the rain
with no less violence
Instead of tears perhaps sweat
I work to hard for simple tears

I've taken it upon myself to make my nephew a little children's book for his third birthday. I'm talking pressed and printed and everything. This is why you do not see any new poetry or profound thoughts, I'm surprisingly putting a lot of thought into it (and my Nintendo DSi..shhhhhh). Seeing as this is for my nephew, you all wont hear or see much about it. Sorry

Sleep entices yet eludes me

Ruffling through the leaves
the wind sings it's soft song

Eyelids droop, I endure

Hangover 2

Headache, not so much
I drank until life seemed to move in fast forward.
God hit slow motion this morning.
random thoughts zipped through my mind,
now they trod through slowly,
every footstep makes an echo in my mind
like thunderclouds gathered in my head, rumbling,
a stampede of thought.
A pretty metaphor to say i'm thinking
I'm not, my mind is empty,
a blank wrinkled paper with a sticky tongue
snatching organized thoughts from the air
It took me 4 minutes to think of this line
How I define hung over

Mothers Day

Motherless, I celebrate nothing,
just another day I will try and re-
member how my mother looked,
laying beautifully in her coffin.
Too young, I bent to kiss goodbye

back where she is buried, air and
sun and the whispers of her voice
caress my face, the closest
I could ever feel to one I'd lost

Boredom

Oh my god, my mind isn't built for idle standing, listeing to nothing and hearing everything, waiting for anything that will get me to move. I could bleed tears of boredom without a second though to who would see them drip from my skin and pool on the floor, a resivoir of empty thoughts and lost ambitions. Work? This isn't work, it's childs play. It's mind games, mind fucks, social interactions i chose to ignore for my own well being. Why talk about philosaphy or the game or the pussy i got last week when I can bitch to myself on a piece of reciept paper.

In a chair, a window open wide
will qualify as outdoors-

gusting winds and brief drizzles
lock my cell door of doubt
the siren song of birds won't
lull me from self imposed prison

eyes can see the idle face,
gray storm clouds hover
the chimes of beckoning call me,
rung by the winds of deceit

A hummingbird might hover out-
side my open window ignored
blurs of blue and purple curiosity
beckon eyes that don't quite see

Cheesecake 6

What cheesecake do
I recommend, you ask
Why Chocolate Tuxedo
Nine out of ten times
It's the prettiest of
All the cakes

My second favorite?
That is a harder choice
Maybe Craig's or Adam's
Banana Cream is great
My sister loves
Lemon Rasberry

What's that you say? Fresh Strawberry?
That will be seven thirty

Cheesecake 5

I can write a chain
Of events that led to
me making a poor choice
I shouldn't drink
It leads to me fucking
Girls I work with
Ones who can't shut up

Congrats, you fucked me!
But don't mess with
my other activities
you got what you wanted
Be a good girl and share-
No one likes a ball hog
Or a drama queen

Cheesecake 4

Dear thief,
Fuck off. You might
be gay, but that
won't stop me from
punching your face
Those fries are in bags
because they are mine

Call it a hate crime;
I'd call it justice
I fight for the guests
smart enough to order
food to-go instead of
waiting an hour
To be served by you

Cheesecake 3

Girl cutting bread
Hurry the hell up
Can't you tell
I've got weeded written
All over my face
I don't give a damn
About your ten top

Grab a lot of butter
And move out of the way
Let me get some
'brown bread' for
this picky bitch
Before some server
steals my fries

Cheesecake 2

You stare through the glass
at the rows of cakes
I approach, asking
if you need anything
our eyes meet and
you say 'no thanks,
I am just looking'

Don't hinder my boredom
with your idle appreciation
At least ask a question
'If you need anything
I'll be right over here'
She nods her head and
returns to the cake

Cheesecake 1

Asian lady it may be hard
to chose what kind of cake
you want to eat
No matter what
I wont understand you
Or you will change
your mind

We both know you will
eventually chose Fresh
Strawberry or Tiramisu
The more time you take
the more irritated I
become-
Fucking Asians

Hangover 1

Writing poetry at 9AM

Is not easy

song speaks of the

need to get sleep

It's too early for irony

A shell of myself

filled with liquor,

sausage, 

and self loathing

Jacob looked at me

then slunk away

He must pity me

Cats can pity right?

THE T

Someone read my poetry
out loud and dared to say
I mention the train too
much

I'm sorry public trans
portation gets me to where
I need to be

Yes I have a car, I
Drive it weekly

I just like trains.

Boston

BOSTON
Taking the train to work
The city rushes past
Newspapers lay strewn about
Rain falls ominously outside

Just as it had outside your window
The piano’s voice lingering
In my ear as I played
Singing of taking you away
To Boston

The train slows, then stops
I step out into the rain
And walk to work
Alone

COMMIT
Love clouds the mind,
removing sensible thoughts,
in its simplest form it is an excuse

Convincing the abused to stay,
the young to lust,
the old to weep
the unloved to end

All you need is love is a lie
which leads some to believe
That life is a lie
For to love is to live

I live, not to love,
But to save myself the trouble
Of wasted emotions
Like love

Learn to say no

I sit here in my chair
My ego is at the roof
Because silly girls still say yes

Call me egotistic or chauvinistic
I call myself charming or suave
Plainly saying, I rape the mind
Not the body

I fear one day
A daughter of mine
Will still say yes
To a boy like me

Humor

People should sit back and laugh
At the jokes life gives them
Seriously

Tripple A

What a sad life it would be
To be born and shoved away
In some dark corner
Only to be ripped out and
Thrown to work,
Never thought of or thanked,
Until suddenly you die

Such is the life of a battery

The Wire / Dexter

Having lost my computer to old age, I'm currently stuck watching movies and TV to kill time between shifts. Thanks to a friend at work (and through the magic of trade) I was able to get my hands on seasons 1 and 2 of Showtime's hit "Dexter". The show is based on a novel, and it's really quite intoxicating. I really love crime shows, having been raised in an NYPD Blue household, but this show completely twists it around.

Once I finished "Dexter", I decided to delve into "The Wire". "The Wire" is undoubtedly the realest show I've ever seen. It takes place in Baltimore, and having never lived in a gang-heavy city, it show's you not only how the police deal with city life, but how the drug dealing gang bangers do as well. The character Omar might be my favorite character of all time.

Frank

Frank Sinatra is timeless. I'm currently listening to his discography. Looking forward to having it finished by the end of the day

Why Kanye is the Best in the World

http://www.kanyeuniversecity.com/blog/?em3106=225067_-1__0_~0_-1_5_2008_0_0&em3161=&em3281=

Arrested Development

http://www.hulu.com/arrested-development

This show is on hulu in it's entirety. It's easily one of the funniest shows I've ever seen. I really don't even know what to tell you, except watch it. Every single episode, back-to-back. As much as you can at once. If you don't think it's funny, I probably don't like you.

Already Free, The Derek Trucks Band

Prologue: I discovered Derek Trucks in issue 1020 of The Rolling Stone. He was featured on the cover (with John Mayer and John Frusciante(of Red Hot Chilli Peppers) with the caption "The New Guitar Gods". Rolling Stone referred to him as "The Jam King". I read the article, youtubed a couple videos, and didn't really think about it again. Truth be told, I bought the magizine because my golden boy John Mayer was front and center. Two years later, I noticed "Already Free" in the Itunes music store, and decided to download it.



"Already Free" is everything anyone who ever listened to southern rock could want. The album opens with the song Down in the Flood, which has a down-by-the-bayou feel and makes sure you notice what this album is about; Trucks incredible talent with the slide guitar. If you don't like guitar, I wouldn't listen to this album. If you're looking for a baby-soft voice, don't listen to this album. This is down and dirty blues/rock.

My favorite track is the second one, "Something to Make You Happy". The chorus is catchy and quick. The soulful organ playing throughout the song brings a funky element to it. The guitar solo is great. Another track that jumps out is "Sweet Inspiration". It opens with a churchy organ and jumps into an uplifting guitar rift. "Sweet inspiration" makes you think of a hot summer day at church, with all the women using fans to cool themselves.

As the album progresses, it slows down, quietly but soundly showing Dereks true blues roots. I loved the album, it's twenty steps away from anything else I'd listen too.

Introduction

I made this blog to step away from how personal my other blog was getting. My mindset right now is that here I will be writing reviews (music, movies, books) and possibly sharing some of my own work. Basically anything on my mind that isn't personal is up for grabs here.