i love you
i love caressing your hair
i love the way you look at me when i say something stupid
i love your mind
i love that we never argue, we just agree to disagree and eat cereal afterwards
i love that you dream more when youre awake
i love that you motivate me without motivating me
i love getting on your nerves and then kissing the frustration away
i love protecting you from the world's morons and aggressors
i love being in the sky with you, high away from reality
too bad we dont know each other.....yet
Friday, November 19, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Sunday, October 31, 2010
sunday boredoms and blahs
sometimes when i sit at home, i think about my current action. what am i doing with myself right now? sometimes i wish i were doing more things of value. there are so many social events of which i could attend, but why lie to myself in thinking that i would be entertained in the slightest? somehow, it is possible for the human psyche to be more at peace not doing a thing. of course everything should be moderated with caution, seeing how the old saying of too much of a good thing being bad for you is actual factual in most cases. i wish i could muster enough commitment to go to a dc rally, or to go to that indie concert that just ended in williamsburg. i think that main part of this issue is not what we arent doing, but who we arent doing these activities with. why not gather up a squadron of fun crusaders and scour the tri-state area for pure benevolence.
or i could just not be making any sense right now and im mummbling on and on and on and on....et cetera
or i could just not be making any sense right now and im mummbling on and on and on and on....et cetera
Saturday, October 23, 2010
freedom
Free speakers
Free minds
We are not enslaved to the mental cage, doing time
In the colouring book of time, we draw outside the lines
To blur the protagonists of the day
While making their daily endeavors visible in the third dimension
I see in, through, around you
And you see in, through, and around me
In the same light
Because our minds think differently
Yet we feel the same way
Free minds
We are not enslaved to the mental cage, doing time
In the colouring book of time, we draw outside the lines
To blur the protagonists of the day
While making their daily endeavors visible in the third dimension
I see in, through, around you
And you see in, through, and around me
In the same light
Because our minds think differently
Yet we feel the same way
Monday, August 16, 2010
world premiere
of my award-winning poem, entitled 'girl, i want you'.
if you have a life and an opinion of your own
girl, i want you
if you have multiple tattoos and they actually mean something to you
girl, i want you
if you have a curly afro
girl, i want you
if tofu doesnt scare you
girl, i want you
if you know why simpler times lager is so special
girl, i want you
if youre down for actual compromise and not just hustling me
girl, i want you
if you know you have style, but dont brag about having style
girl, i want you
if gossip makes you do the 'someone farted' face
girl, i want you
if you HATE those gladiator sandals that women are wearing now, and you mainly stick to sneakers and occasional flats
girl, i want you
if youre down to go out, but also down to light up a doobie, eat chinese, and watch movies
girl, i REALLY want you
if this isnt you, its all good. i'd probably still want you, but ill always want her a little more.
if you have a life and an opinion of your own
girl, i want you
if you have multiple tattoos and they actually mean something to you
girl, i want you
if you have a curly afro
girl, i want you
if tofu doesnt scare you
girl, i want you
if you know why simpler times lager is so special
girl, i want you
if youre down for actual compromise and not just hustling me
girl, i want you
if you know you have style, but dont brag about having style
girl, i want you
if gossip makes you do the 'someone farted' face
girl, i want you
if you HATE those gladiator sandals that women are wearing now, and you mainly stick to sneakers and occasional flats
girl, i want you
if youre down to go out, but also down to light up a doobie, eat chinese, and watch movies
girl, i REALLY want you
if this isnt you, its all good. i'd probably still want you, but ill always want her a little more.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
a case of the mondays
a lot has been going on, yet somehow nothing has been going on. i recently did skateboarding stunts in a music video. sorry my friends, but i do not know the name of the track. all i know is that the name of the band is underworld, and apparently they are hot shit over in euroland. last monday and tuesday, i went with two young and eager french directors, producer gaetan rousseau, and some really talented actors and production workers. it was a fairly small crew of maybe 10-12 people. first we went to a couple spots in manhattan, and then we went to a black cowboy ranch. in queens. i swear by the trident of poseidon that queens is the most random place on earth.
chris and claire relaxing for a little while
lauren, dreaming of jay
black cowboys, dun
the bossman
gaetan cruising
laurens necklace. i was tempted to shoot boob, but i fought the overwhelming urge to be perverse
laurens finger after she hooked me up with some mature grey in my hair
the CHRYSLER
spartan tats
after that we ended up in amityville, new york to trash a motel room, eat big ass burgers, and take naps in a well ventilated black van. pretty good case of the mondays.
chris and claire relaxing for a little while
lauren, dreaming of jay
black cowboys, dun
the bossman
gaetan cruising
laurens necklace. i was tempted to shoot boob, but i fought the overwhelming urge to be perverse
laurens finger after she hooked me up with some mature grey in my hair
the CHRYSLER
spartan tats
after that we ended up in amityville, new york to trash a motel room, eat big ass burgers, and take naps in a well ventilated black van. pretty good case of the mondays.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
this is my confession
this is not for pity or sympathy, im just getting it out.
i write these words because i know they will fall upon blind eyes. sometimes i hurt and there is simply no one to tell that to. i do not want to turn this into a pity party persuasion speech, im just saying. i hurt because no one wants to be around me. i cannot hold onto anyone. im a very self conscious person, and a lot of people know that, but few understand just how bad it really is. im not sure if it stems from my parents or if my family is just cursed, but consistency is not something that i know very well. i just wish i had someone to speak to on the regular more often. do not misunderstand what it is i am trying to convey. i am grateful of all the friends that i do have now, but there are different degrees of friends. we are all well aware of it. i have never had anyone that close to me and actually stay in my life. its almost as if i am intolerable for extended periods of time. same goes for women and relationships. i yearn for something a little stable. the problem is that if it does not feel right, i am not going to do it. at all. it is never for a personal reason, i just do not want to waste anyone's time or effort. i wish that i could have made some things work, but most were beyond my control. my mother is trying to make up for abandoning me for 2 years. i tell her its okay, but it isnt. i dont hate her at all. i love her with all of my heart. but im still hurt. i dont know how someone can deny contact with their child. she had no idea if i ate a thing and never tried to call me. i didnt have a number for her so i couldnt call her at all. i want to repair the relationship with her but it isnt bad, im just too used to being alone. sometimes i can cling. im aware of it but not at the time, only in retrospect. its because im not close to anyone, so when a friendship or relationship comes along, i try excessively to keep it together, till it becomes a fault. i do think im a good person, but quite frankly, i have issues. i want to love but i fear it too much to do it. the only thing that drives me is not wanting to become homeless or anywhere else i used to be. i want to keep moving up until im so fucking far away from poverty, maybe i can take a vacation.
i write these words because i know they will fall upon blind eyes. sometimes i hurt and there is simply no one to tell that to. i do not want to turn this into a pity party persuasion speech, im just saying. i hurt because no one wants to be around me. i cannot hold onto anyone. im a very self conscious person, and a lot of people know that, but few understand just how bad it really is. im not sure if it stems from my parents or if my family is just cursed, but consistency is not something that i know very well. i just wish i had someone to speak to on the regular more often. do not misunderstand what it is i am trying to convey. i am grateful of all the friends that i do have now, but there are different degrees of friends. we are all well aware of it. i have never had anyone that close to me and actually stay in my life. its almost as if i am intolerable for extended periods of time. same goes for women and relationships. i yearn for something a little stable. the problem is that if it does not feel right, i am not going to do it. at all. it is never for a personal reason, i just do not want to waste anyone's time or effort. i wish that i could have made some things work, but most were beyond my control. my mother is trying to make up for abandoning me for 2 years. i tell her its okay, but it isnt. i dont hate her at all. i love her with all of my heart. but im still hurt. i dont know how someone can deny contact with their child. she had no idea if i ate a thing and never tried to call me. i didnt have a number for her so i couldnt call her at all. i want to repair the relationship with her but it isnt bad, im just too used to being alone. sometimes i can cling. im aware of it but not at the time, only in retrospect. its because im not close to anyone, so when a friendship or relationship comes along, i try excessively to keep it together, till it becomes a fault. i do think im a good person, but quite frankly, i have issues. i want to love but i fear it too much to do it. the only thing that drives me is not wanting to become homeless or anywhere else i used to be. i want to keep moving up until im so fucking far away from poverty, maybe i can take a vacation.
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