A Poem For Time

Tim sleeps with one eye open
With his eye on the prize
Unable to realize the potential
Wide awake to feel nothing
Dreaming to see something
Escape the box
Rest worries under a tree
Remember the glee
Or was it tiresome energy
Falling asleep to wake young
Yellow memories
Save me

Kids Want The Cherry On Top; Adults Are Cherry To Be On Top

As kids we play tic-tac-toe to fill time and think of greater times. Not feeling quite able to call ourselves bosses. I was just the wild child without a cause running lawless needing to grow up, asking to show up and be in full control of the man I was supposed to be. Regardless of the task at hand I was in demand that the grass be greener. Expectations get the best of you in the end if you begin to lose sight of who you truly are. In the moment as a youth I discovered a certain truth that my presence was needed. So I treated the future of a time where I could truly understand my eternal shine. Conveying from what’s within is the hardest treasure to find. I will spend my years reliving younger years because after they are over and I am a little older with the ability to grasp a better vision of the past. I find only struggles that had compromises that could have been made. Growing is admitting faults and moving pass clauses in reality. Stronger because of it. I made sure of it. No excuses and reasons to blame anybody but me. I see things clearer but with this new understanding I am able to be grown and hold my own

Shampoo suicide
Many ways to go one way
Lost in a beat sing

Watching horses eat
Grass the rain brought to ground moss
Late to start the day

Waiting For Coffee Breath

You know with the summer burning us up I have to question myself on certain hot beverages. Hot coffee or hot tea. Both drinks I do enjoy but they have their circumstances. I really don’t crave the coffee although if it is winter and I need a pick-me-up, pour me a hot cup of joe. Warm my soul. In summer my soul wants to chill under the shade. I guess this is why I brought up the topic.

It is reaching to the burning days and I still want my daily hot peppermint tea because I like the taste that much. Maybe it is a routine I’m following; hot tea in the hot summer is still a super chill thought. Coffee. I don’t feel like that for coffee. I’m trying to grasp my relationship to coffee. It comes down to the feel and mood when coffee time is around. It’s nice to enjoy coffee when it’s cold in the morning. Warm up to the day with my coffee.

My brother and I sit outside. I ask

Do you like coffee?

No

Some people need their coffee in the morning like they can’t function without it. It is a part of them. You think it’s because of the taste or is it the feeling that coffee gives them.

I guess it depends on the person

I’ll see it and I’m not tempted to drink it but it will still be an option. I don’t choose coffee of course but it was out there. If the setting was right I might have made a cup but I wasn’t feeling it. I don’t see why coffee is so up there with all the top choices.

Like it discovered North America

Although that coffee can come in handy. I mean if I had a rough night or it’s cold or I just need a nice shock to the brain for circulation in my body. I wouldn’t want to entirely bash the coffee name. I still drink the stuff when I can.

I don’t drink the stuff, it upsets my stomach

 I understand. You know coffee really transitioned for me. The meaning of it. The taste of it. It was what sponsored the college years. And back then I was claiming I didn’t drink it but still was drinking it. Meeting friends for coffee. Getting coffee in-between my study breaks. It was the drink fashion. I just let the taste fill up my brain and the stress would float lighter in my head.

Why all the coffee talk? Why are you asking me this?

No reason. I just was wondering why these people that require coffee to think straight enjoy it so much. Is it just the flavor they need in order to be in the correct mind set? Will I somewhere down the line become one of these coffee-fiends that need it to think? Is it capable of doing this to me?

 I don’t like coffee but I’ll usually have mine with some hazelnut creamer. Extra sugar.

You’re a coffee nut  

You mean a bean

A bean? No that doesn’t make sense. You’re a coffee nut.

Coffee is a bean

I mean your looney for coffee. Wow, for someone who doesn’t drink coffee you sure know a lot about it. You coffee bean.

That’s what I just said

We get it you go nuts for coffee.

 

Have An Apple Ale As I Tell You The Tale Of Everything Being Apples

 

A wonderful summer night is among us in these wishing for a rain in the humidity of summer days. I get a text for my good old friend Benjamin earlier in the week. Benji, Bob, Bra, broseph, brospeh jr, brotha-man, Bnji-Won-Kanobe, whatever name comes out Benjamin is one of my friends for life. He’s seen the best of me and the worst. Nice to have people in your life that will still want to have fun and appreciate the company around you like Bob does. Bro texts me that he and his girlfriend Sarah are going out for karaoke and that I was welcomed to join them later on in the week.

I rarely go out to bars for karaoke, if ever. But I knew Bob was the brave one to grab the mic and get his “Mariah Carey” on. I already knew it would be a cool night, so I sign on to karoke night with Benji and Sarah.  I have hung with the couple numerous times and every time is more delightful than the previous. Although going out to 4th ave in Downtown Tucson was different. I really never been out with Bob either. So it was like a first time feeling all the way around.

We take a cab to the bar.

Ordering drinks and one of Bob and Sarah’s friend, Chris joins us. I had never met the dude but honestly this could have been the kid I went to middle school with. I mean you share a beer with someone and tell stories to one another about how you came to be and suddenly you are connected. Very funny to meet Chris and hear his story over beers. I was very confident that Bob would get up and sing.

We grab a table to enjoy music and the thirst.

Benji comes back to the table and breaks us the bad news. There’s no Karaoke tonight. Our mouths drop for an instant, but then we forget because we are out on 4th ave and we are already having too much fun to be anything but mad. We hang out there for a bit before we visit another bar up the road. The night was already a success because everyone in our group had this carefree spirit and was already excited just to be out on the town.

The DJ spinning records, his toolbox is filled with these songs that can get you to move and feel. The music took over Bob and Sarah and I can tell you most definitely that Sarah is the apple of Benjamin’s eye. Michael Jackson need to be in their soundtrack for sure. We play drunk Jenga until the cab comes to pick us up and take us back.

A night with no karaoke and yet still we are able to make it a memorable night. How do you like them apples?

This was exactly what I needed. Hanging out with good people that just want to make it home safely. I look forward to actually seeing Bob do karaoke and when the time comes he’ll do a damn good job.

It will be apples.