Shortest Longest Summer

LeBron goes to Cali, is there a move role up for grabs. Why does this decision only seem to benefit LeBron? Summer is cancelled, let’s get ready for basketball. I mean everyone said it was a possibility, so can’t really be surprised. I just can’t believe that his presence makes such a big commotion, and often times feeds this obsessed-with-the-future media discussing predictions on the next year. Will the King get gold wearing purple and gold.

They have a good chance, I mean they got one of the greatest players to play the game wanting that ring. He left the Cavaliers again, to change his setting and give him another shot at glory. Such a epic way to end your career, so many legends have wore those Lakers colors, now king James is in that arena. He’s the gladiator, on his last tour, his latter end of his prime on a mission.

You can’t underestimate the bros with Golden State though, defending champions at the strongest they’ve been in the past four years. Coach Kerr is rethinking the recipe, adjusting to the adjustments. That squad is close and share a unified spirit, or is that just the way a team should normally look?

I mean there will always be disagreements in a unit and you may not see your teammates as friends but when there’s loyalty to a goal and commitment, it just gives everyone doesn’t have a tight squad that disadvantage, that unity is keeping them on the top. And they got players that take out gladiators with pleasure. Loyalty and chemistry takes time.

Please Bron don’t go back to the Cavaliers if you decide to leave LA, you’ve broken their heart one two many times.

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Sick Sad World

I have a story but I apologise if it offends anyone.

I am not new to death, I’ve seen people go all my life. Not to say I’m all gloomy because of the loss, but I must have became numb to the situation. At least that was before my good friend Gabriel passed away. A few years back I lost my homie, a person that I could always count on. When he was buried, I got un-numb to this hurt, this wasn’t another funeral in my life. This was his time to go, my friend was moving on to the next challenge.

They say the passing of someone should be a celebration of life, a life that was lived, important memories to hold and be thankful for. Two people told me that he passed away, I knew it was true. He had called me a couple of months before just to say what’s up and that a mutual friend of ours was looking for me. That was the last time we spoke.

My father is buried at the same cemetery.

I visit my dad, not as consistently, but I was at his grave last year. In the back of my mind, I know that he is also buried here. After I’m done visiting with my dad I will go pay my respects to my homie.

I start walking to Gabriel’s grave. A flood of emotions crash my head and suddenly I’m reminded of the toll of losing a friend. The realization of being in the world without that voice.

I can’t find his tombstone.

I’m walking around in circles, I know he’s here somewhere. Trying to hold back tears and I can’t even locate his site. I don’t how long it took me, I started to think that maybe Gabriel was above looking at me, laughing because I was lost in the cemetery.

Me thinking of Gabriel watching, made me smile. I must look like a lost ant wondering around the mounds.

I feel better suddenly, I know if I take my time, things will appear.

I find his cross. I miss that guy.

Mindful Of My Foolishness

Is time playing a joke on me, somehow I have to admit that I am older than I was the day before, and it is time that is determining a duration of seconds to represent this moment to grow and have new content to be the ultimate being in the now. I am doing better a grasping what it truly means to be Mindful and honestly I always felt that something in my head was trying to understand that fruit that comes from the word.

I think laughter is the key to life, to be able to laugh at yourself at the end of the day, your set. Yes, there are times when laughter may be inappropriate, but I honestly think being able to stay humble and open to learning, your going to live great. The words we use and the things we decide to do with them, says who you are.

I’ve made mistakes and feel I am still learning from them, the experience of life is not a perfect ride to heaven, there’s trauma and blood, we endure the full spectrum of life randomly in and out of peace. I have to remember my own oaths and consider my own presence in the universe and not be afraid to go against the grain.

We all have to make those decisions and grow from those actions, how we determine that narrative is to each their own, yet we can still be aware of what makes us connected.

Rainbow Creation Story

It was all darkness…

Lightening shows the earth for seconds at a time. It was unending and we could not see where we were going. Something had to be done so they got everyone together for a meeting.

What are we going to do about this condition. We need to see and we can’t continue to live in this darkness. I have great appreciation for the weather and what it provides, although thre needs to be a transition into something new.

Everyone ageed, making suggestions about the darkness.

What can we scrafice to this void of grim silent noise. I know we are unsure of ¬†how to resolve this state and I know the task of climbing the large mountain in darkness is impossible but what if we could get close enough to reason with it…

Things got quiet around the fire and memories of sunshine filled our hearts.

We need to send a wide range of individuals to face the madness. Who will volunteer to ask for this request from our maker. The energy that gives us this life, who’s going to bring back the light for us to see..

Red stood up first. Red was born to win always wanting to be the best athlete, brave and full of fight he was ready to climb the mountain.

Freak In You Freestyle

Caught up in real life decisions,

Not at my best but I care enough to not too let it all go.

Thinking back, did I make the right decisions.

Holding back because I’ve seen it all go in the past.

Fast moves, equal slow results.

Talking back to my ego, because he didn’t see all that went.

Venting with gin, but we can’t talk supposed to be adults

Yeah right, I’m too immature to give a fuck

That’s right, at least I’ll admit it’s bent

Hella screwed up with the logic you used

My right, just didn’t feel right, now I feel out of place.

Right decisions, yeah right, you just need to find the right position.

Get it right.

I’m on the verge of losing it all.

Last call.

Empty with feelings.

Young Woman Playing Piano In The Coffee Shop….

The coffee shop up the road was open and I needed caffeine, I needed a jolt of something strong. I walk to the front and wait for someone to take my order, these days have been tiresoume and the coffee helps of course, but I need something else. I wasn’t in the mood to hear any music, I’m in this podcast phase and I don’t even listen to albums. I rather hear about them being talked about on the podcast than actually listen to them, maybe I heard them one too many times and just needed a break.

There is a women at the corner of the room playing piano, she has her back towards me and begins to play a song. I recognize the song instantly it’s a Lauryn Hill song, it was a brave song to cover, the lyrics were so beautiful, descriptive of this meaningful relationship, I decided to stay and listen to her rendition. Her hair was curly, not curly sue, just dark velvet swirl, locks landing on the back of her midnight blue sundress.

The notes and the keys that are pressed ring like bells to tell this love tale. The bell of the church rings to the people, sadness usually follows the chimes. The voice of a storyteller, a sweet soul, I could listen to hear her play this song over and over for days. I want to marry this women, I know nothing about her expect that she can play piano and sing. Is love suppose to be complicated, can’t I just fall in love with someone so easily.

You ever wonder if all these romantic movies and heartbreaking songs are only attempts to describe what “Love” is? Like what if love songs were only songs about what they thought (the song writer) love was, or a glimpse of what it was or can be? Maybe Love is this evolving form and it just takes on many shapes. We write about it, and sing about it, only to try to explain what it actually could be in our own individual understanding.

The room is painted a light green, the brown piano is up against the wall, she is sharing this account of her experience on earth. My mind opens up because I know the song, yet I know someone was giving their interpretation, their honor and commitment to a song. I am ready to be in the right place, her voice is hope that I can resolve the melody and storyline in my own song.

I fall in Love and yet I still leave the coffee shop alone. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but what about the sound? What does “Love” sound like, without sight can I hear what Love is? Does Love need to be heard or is it something that can only be seen.

She continues to sing and play her piano while everyone thinks about that one special person in their life.