Thug Life

Yesterday you invented a new astrological sign. Today, write your own horoscope — for the past month (in other words, as if you’d written it October 1st).

The beginning of the day can always be determined by the way you ended the pervious day. The need for balance is always key and constant water in your heart; using the healthy vision to take on the challenges offered for the day. Big or small the choices made will always determine the future for the universe. Laughter may be the only cure for topics ongoing but the attitude of the “Thug” can always turn something into nothing. Power is a wonderful thing and passing that power onward for the greater good is divine practice. Smile and greet the sun for never letting you down. Embrace the responsibilities of the actions you want done in the world. Living is good but trying to work towards something bigger during those days living is greatness. End the day with positive recollections of life and send any negativity out the window. Keep your head up and have only great energy for what tomorrow brings.

Recording Nothing

The Universe is a production and the main attraction is myself, everyone is apart of the show, working to make my life a ongoing series or show of some sort. The continent has become so obsessed with other people’s lives and a show that never ended was entertainment for the world to see.

I had not noticed the plot until I was twenty-five and once I knew the cameras were rolling I had demanded my fair treatment, my piece of the cake. The creators of the human sitcom were making bank and I wanted to be compensated for not ruining the big stage. I did, too some degree enjoy being watched. Although I could not lose sight of the role I knew people were seeing on the screen. So I accepted the hurt and pain inflicted by the production, I guess it comes with game. I’m only harvesting the natural. If that makes any sense.

Living like no ones watching, trying to figure out an objective in the chaos they’ve written down for me to experience. Is this still worth my time?

Green Poem

Wake to Greet the Sun

Sweet Waters


We don’t mind


Arms around me

Holding the moments


Through and through

We grew into threads

Thoughts about dinner

Birds dreaming to fly

Icarus was foolish

To be brave

Silly boys

Thinking everything

Will be dandy

Take Care Of The Day

It’s been a little difficult trying to write new posts for me. It’s something about almost having too much to say and feeling like those thoughts in my noodle need to be articulated perfect. Holding back from myself really maybe not such a good thing, although I am being honest about the philosophical writer’s block. It’s got me taking too much time to think. And I can be kicking myself in the head for not letting in all out in this moment.

I was thinking the other day about how much our lives are influenced by music. Those pieces of music we hold onto and identify with is what we’re built from. No denying that I’ve never felt in touch with what an artist is conveying through song.

I really thought this song was about me.

Please cure me with sweet lyrics and melodies that match the pace of my heart. Guide me though miles of day and rescue the silence filling the cold room. Heartbreak & Death, are real things and through music I can embrace the validity of life. We do suffer from loss and eventually I will be gone.

Nonetheless, that cannot stop me from excepting these truths and still being happy to be alive. Finding meaning in my own individual existence and chasing after any desires my heart and soul want to go after for the sake of being one of a kind. Only “I” could come into this situation being created now.

Life challenges us but the struggles do allow us to grow and become better people. Day to day I will find some balance with what has yet to come and what is most important now. “Now” obviously, but “Me” as well.

Weird Stuff

The lights seem dimmer then they did just a minuet ago, over the strings and reverb, there is a ghost dancing to the snare. Tying the treads to our clothing pulling us into a distorted volcano. Patience is the unending force to be honest and sincere. Goodwill in the negativity will get you to the promise land and back. Trust misleads because there may be greed in the dark spaces. Guilt I carried from the old place. Congratulations you deserve nothing.

Ease into a gentle flood. Use humor to impress our kin under the bends of the guitar strings. That one note held for slow moments within, the song continues yet the note rings in to eternity. The stress of the voice requires a sweet tale of sounds and noises. In the moment I am not prepared, not paying attention.

Falling in the pace of what comes is the best advice I can give you. Recollections ponder at the park of my mental state. Waiting for the right kind of clarity to come with the right beat. Tones rippling, reflecting wall to wall, down the hall, cover the room with shades of sound. Acoustic string ring when we meet at the park.

Ripetide Was The Love

Fear lives close because it influences the brain to be me. The voices whisper and the light within sparks choices in the dark. The closest ones to us, become lost in the game. This magic requires a gullible imagination.

Fear is funny like that because it can become unstuck.

The idea of love, is it glamorized in pop culture to a fault for setting unrealistic standards for the way people should act?

Throwing my coat over a puddle of mud so she don’t get her feet wet. I mean even though my nice jacket is ruined and we come across other puddles on the trail. These moments where I lose sight of the force and become something like my father. Love like he felt.

I made you a mixtape that defines how I feel about our souls being together. Each track has a similar storyline to how we should be, so please get the script right when your part comes up. Sometimes the roles switch for cinematic spice. Be ready.

There is a great film you must see. Batman himself decides to settle down and let the love save the city by setting an example for everyone to be. Man versus man was the death of the cast. The leading lady must break away.

We should do drunk karaoke and forget the tribulations of the past for the moment. Kisses end the dispute so we should spend our times making out.


Remember The Storm 2

Shoken up by the hurricanes, admiring the damages it did to my concentration. Unexpected, yet when was a better time. Wonderings in my head getting lost upstairs.

The hurricanes in my mind, reminds me of the first time it came and conquered the will of everything.

Submit to will and be willing to daydream about seeing forever.

How far will you go to prove the strength of your soul.

Sucha Cliche

“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.” — Allen Ginsberg

The truth hurts like no other; ain’t that the truth. As things progress, the shifting of the universe does cause pain or suffering. For instance my Dad who died when I was 12. It is a very sad moment for me, true. Now in my mid-twenties, that sadness has had to evolve. I couldn’t be sad about it forever. I couldn’t be dwelling for too long. The grieving process is different for everyone I bet, although what I’m talking about is the fact that I “myself” was very much still alive. Wither I choose to honor my father through living my life to the fullest or using his words and life as a guide to get me through mine. Besides even after you lose someone close the chance of injury is still a great possibility. Life is a wonderful harsh time to enjoy.

I get things twisted at times by the world in general although I can’t forget about by own imprint on the planet. The thoughts are sometimes light years away and they interrupt the importance of the moment being created now.

The efforts of our own actions matter and to be able to build something that represents who you are. Channeling a greatness to inspire the surrounding canvas, to influence the spirit of good for the earth to replenish. Live like home sweet home is around the corner and in my present state, this moment greatness can occur by my own actions.

It comes with the sun and leaves with the moon. Forever and one way, within the soil of the soul. The pains of man are just souvenirs of the time. Facing anguish and learning from the attempt.  Using the content to build brighter days and having to focus on what’s important within.

Each day on earth is a gift. Celebrate the inner light and be happy. You are not dead.


You’re Good At Being Bad

There on the beach where the people are enjoying the day, walks a man in a red hat. The man in the red hat is selling mangos. Up and down the shore he sells his mangos to all enjoying the sun and water.

He is far from where I am standing, I patently wait for the mango dude to come this way. There are certain ways to get this mango served. It could be chopped up and given to you in a cup. Maybe you want it spicy, add some chili to the fruit. Then there’s the stick option, you just skewer the thing and you pretty much have a mango popsicle. Nothing wrong with just having the mango peeled and squeezing the meat for a secure hold. It can get messy so the cup or stick option would be best with all this sand around.

The currents suddenly changes and now the water is coming to my feet. Orange sunlight coming from the air or was it the wind that brought the warm chills.

The seas calm with the slow beat of the ending day. At least the waves in my soul have settled down enough to feel safe with the body of water nearly drowning us.

I never did get my mango.

The Cold Case Of The Toy Gun

Fall has been, summer was here, and winter will come over later. Joy springs with the time and I am just adjusting season by season. Searching for reason but the weather keeps me breathing. In these separate timeframes I’m influenced differently. Summer rocks but it can’t rock the whole year. The certain aspects of the winter or the summer give you those calendars of possibilities. Warm or cool, just stay living.

My four year old Niece is a bundle of surprises, the things that she says or comes up with is timeless. After a long day at work she is waiting for the adults to come home. This particular evening she has a pondering attitude and is asking a string of questions I can’t quite understand.

My Brother was sharing his childhood memories with E Girl that weekend. There was this time when we were kids sitting in the back seat of our car. There was this toy gun that we kept fighting over. Both claiming sole ownership for the plastic apparatus. The argument got pretty heated and my mom had enough, she said “give me that toy.” Rolling down the window she throws the gun out as were on the road. It was gone forever but there was nothing to fight over. We just kept driving.

My Niece is asking about this moment when I get home. It slipped my mind, I forgot that I was still holding onto that toy this whole time. Elexis is retelling the story for me to get the Uncle’s conformation of the tale.

You and my Daddy were fighting and Grandma threw the toy out the window. Why?

It’s coming around full circle and it’s neat to have her bring up these old milestones from our childhood. Her approach to life is unique and something different from mine, I tell my side of the story, and try to get her to understand my name in it. Elexis sees her place in the family tree and when we show her old photos of us as kids, she just wants to know: Where am I?

We were fighting over the toy and grandma didn’t want us to fight over it anymore so she threw it out the window. Can you believe that?

No I don’t, I can’t even remember that.