Arguing With Oneself

Understanding that time moves

through truths of

an unkind nature,

does the Nurtures aspect on

early childhood

ring so true

in the blue haze

of remnants caused

by purple kush.

I think not,

for I, myself sought to

look into the crystal ball

of true life

in order to understand

the grand plan of this maker we speak about.

A closed mind learns nothing

but an open mind

carries with it the inevitability

of vulnerablility.

You pick your journey

and tell me how it ends,

for I chose the latter

and will spend my days

analyzing the chatter

of walls.

If they could speak.

Random Thoughts Put Down on Paper

No, no, don’t look up, stay focused. You’re a writer, your mind is supposed to always being wading in the deep waters of complexity. I said don’t look up! Cause if you catch a glimpse of what also has their eyes pinpointed on you, the depth you so pride yourself on, will leap right out of the window, forcing your mental suicide. Keep your wits about you. You’re a genious, you know that. Try to forget this present world of low rise pants, thongs, oh how I love thongs….I I mean I hate them they are the Achilles heel of the average artist, and I am not the average, try and remember times of easier days when you would just walk with calculated steps, not wanting to walk along the pavements imperfections. Hearing old school serenades from the kids in your neighborhood, “step on a crack, break your mother’s back.” Remember those days, I know you remember, you can’t escape your past because it is the cause for your depth, which is about to be tested once again, here she comes, don’t look at her in the eyes. I know, I know, you feel like you can feel her eyes on you. Your sitting there with your head down trying to show some restraint, and you keep asking yourself why. Why not look up and meet her half way, and you figure, It’s so easy just to justify some excuse in which to meet her halfway on this road of visual communication. Why not, and the reason I tell you, you wont do it because you are stronger than that. Just think about it, how far will you fall back in this rat race if you gave in? Not being tough enough to reject eye contact with one woman. What does this say about you as an artist? That you may end up like all those other writers who were brilliant, but didn’t proceed forward because their kryptonite allowed them not to be strong enough in the mind to surpass former predecessors.

Momentary Distractions

My mind races

in such quiet spaces.

Placed between this rock

and whatever hard anecdote

is supposed

to come next.

Flex your science all over

my line of site.

A site for sore eyes,

a prize of over-shadowing size,

to head my social enterprise.

Potentially able to beat

the front of line.

But right now I'm

interested in your back.

And how the curves

leave lasting impressions

so sublime.

Although my physical reaction

has gained traction in my after thoughts,

my forethoughts continue

unmoved by its goal.

A role situated in the sea

of ambition,

allowing all future decisions

to climb out of the barrel of

Restrictions.

Some thought on Los Angeles

Cars, cars, cars, and all wanting to be a star. They look up and see what is not true, but a fascade. Sticking and moving through what is not even tangible. The beat of the street hits hard. Composing its own type of symphony. Sounds a little different from the one’s up on blueberry hill. And all tat surrounds are the hypocrisies of war with tyrants sending out there minions with sign of REAL HEROES ARE WAR REGISTERS. What this establishment has failed to grasp is that an internal war has been brewing for years. Tap the spine and the nerves will react. Bright light and sleepless nights of this big bang theory, that is not going to hit over seas but right in our backyard. With tidbits of change that could have happened. Baby step is all that was needed.

Mind Tricks

No, no, don’t look up, stay focused. You’re a writer, your mind is supposed to always being wading in the deep waters of complexity. I said don’t look up! Cause if you catch a glimpse of what also has their eyes pinpointed on you, the depth you so pride yourself on, will leap right out of the window, forcing your mental suicide. Keep your wits about you. You’re a genious, you know that. Try to forget this present world of low rise pants, thongs, oh how I love thongs….I I mean I hate them they are the Achilles heel of the average artist, and I am not the average, try and remember times of easier days when you would just walk with calculated steps, not wanting to walk along the pavements imperfections. Hearing old school serenades from the kids in your neighborhood, “step on a crack, break your mother’s back.” Remember those days, I know you remember, you can’t escape your past because it is the cause for your depth, which is about to be tested once again, here she comes, don’t look at her in the eyes. I know, I know, you feel like you can feel her eyes on you. Your sitting there with your head down trying to show some restraint, and you keep asking yourself why. Why not look up and meet her half way, and you figure, It’s so easy just to justify some excuse in which to meet her halfway on this road of visual communication. Why not, and the reason I tell you, you wont do it because you are stronger than that. Just think about it, how far will you fall back in this rat race if you gave in? Not being tough enough to reject eye contact with one woman. What does this say about you as an artist? That you may end up like all those other writers who were brilliant, but didn’t proceed forward because their kryptonite allowed them not to be strong enough in the mind to surpass former predecessors. Yeah I see you looking at me. Don’t wonder who I am, ask. Theres no time for being scared or polite. If you want to know just ask. I’m not bashful so why should you be. Just put down the subject and get up, walk your paranoid ass over here and look at me face to face, and ask. It was such a beautiful day from dawn to dusk, it seemed as if the sun kissed the horizon, it was so warm. It then began to surround every desire that massaged my scalp, leaving its mark on today’s delirium. And as I walked down the spine of San Jose where city hall lies, my eyes reflect the images of past present and future. Past is where I will start. I see through eyes of unfolded dreams. I see what they see, and yes I repeated myself, and I’ll do it again, I see though their eyes because, they allow me to swallow their words whole and regurgitate them on all that may be in search for the same thing I am. The What rotates this wheel of free thought, cause in the opinions of the government its never really free. Oh there I go rambling again.