Thursday, December 24, 2009

Its been a while since I've made a post , life's been too busy .
But lately, I've hung out with some really dope people and had the time of my life . I enjoyed every minute of it and it feels great to be back home . At times .

Now for some ear candy . I heard this song at a performance I went to and enjoyed every second of it.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Beautiful Colors

Chalk Outlines:



I do not believe in God. I haven't since I was 14 years old. Instead of a God, I put faith in people. Instead of commandments, I follow my heart. I do believe in nature and thus, reincarnation. Everything in nature happens in a cycle and I believe the same is true for the spirit. Although I do not believe in God, I respect those who do so I’ll bow my head in a prayer or say grace over food. I find religion beautiful so I’ll where a cross on my neck or a Hamsa hand on my wrist. I don't not believe in heaven or hell because the life one lives is a slight representation of both. I do not persecute those who do believe in God, so I do not expect persecution either.

I don't see a reason to.

We're all staring at the same sky, some just see constellations while others see randomly placed stars.



If people open their minds before they open their mouths, the world would know great things.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Turbulent Landing

People wish they could step out of the bounds of space and time; wish they could defy physics; wish they could spit in anatomy's face; they wish they could ignore all of the laws nature has already written. We wish we could go back in time or disappear from where ever we are; we wish we could move mountains and swim oceans; we wish we could fly at the moments are feet are rooted firmly into the ground.

All we could do is wish, and not believe.
I know I could never go back in time, move mountains or grow wings, but I know that one day, I will let time go back in me, I won't move mountains, but I will break down walls. One day I will fly and soar.

That's something I believe in.





Sometimes, that's all you really have to do. Believe.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Move

Wonderland, NY



Supercalifragilistic




I found out about them through a sticker



I found out about them through a transient



I told a transient that he was, and he considered it "foul." To which I responded, "That's life"

C'est La Vie

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

An Immature Idiot

I am an idiot. And I am immature.

I am also proud of it.

Thank you.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

I Have a Convenient Friend.

This friend once told me that s/he were scared that the people s/he holds close to her/him as friends will some day walk out of her/his life. It isn't until right now, me sitting here, after finding something that made my heart absolutely drop to my stomach, that they don't walk out of their life. She/He pushes them away. Perhaps she/he doesn't realize it, but they do. So now, the convenient friend of mine is no longer seen as a friend. This beautiful stranger once asked me, "Why would you care about someone that doesn't care anything about you?" I told this stranger that it's because it's who am I and it's in my nature.

What I really wanted to tell her/him at that time was "Because You need me to."

And now I'm done wasting my time. So now that I have all this extra time on my hands, I'll use it towards something productive like making dope quotes. Like these:

And to believe, you once gave me hope in humanity, but instead, humanity has given me hope in you.

I knew a kid once, he lived through 19 years worth of sunrises and sunsets. He once told me, "If people open their minds before they open their mouths, this world would know many great things."

I met a man once, he was ragged with age and time. He told me, "My life is not measured in years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes or seconds; but in how many lives I changed, how many hearts I've touched and how many minds I've opened."



I am cracked and jagged
Like the sidewalk you walk upon
But I am still completely functional
And more interesting than the newly laid cement.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Everythng Was Beautiful and Nothing Hurt





This man means so much to me. I wish I could have met him, laughed with him, spoke with him and even cried with him, if he did cry that is. His book changed my life and if I could, I would just shake his hand and let that be all.