Cool drink in my right hand

Sunscreen in my left

I devour this sunlight

Like a fat kid eating a cupcake

Relaxation,

Ah…

It is sweet

My mind has no worries

There is no drama

Or pain

This is simplicity at its finest

Reality is not

See, reality is a fake, a lie

And I hate being lied to.

Sitting here

Soaking up the sun

Through my SPF sixty

Is way better then my true life trouble

Fuck the world and all its impurities

They cannot block my absent-mindlessness today

I’m on cloud nine

Or ten, or eleven…

No one will bring me down

Not my past, my present, my future

Troubles and toils and drama

That will come

My way

No way

Not today

I’m higher than the moon

Higher than Mars,

Higher than Snoop Dogg on a Friday night

I’m so chill

With a cool drink in my right hand

And sunscreen in my left

And the sand between my toes

And a bright yellow umbrella

Over my head

The world is erased from my thoughts

This is my haven

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Reassurance is Key

Through my eyes, I see perfection

A fine work of god’s art

Through your eyes, you see a place to salvage what sanity you have left

A safe haven

And through the eyes of others, we seem like a perfect fit.

So come on in, sit down

Let’s talk about this, us

Your past, our present, the distant future

Can I get you anything besides the promise of a courteous smile?

Don’t worry about time, dear

For time only exists in our minds.

Throw it out the window like a fastball

I promise I won’t swing for the fences

Let this conversation be your beat to my rhythm

Continuous

Flowing

And not ever knowing

That this could be our last improvising dialogue

Because we are already growing apart

But wait

A silver sliver of sparkling hope

Shines through the damned

Illuminating the connection between us

And lighting a fire once again underneath our dirty, mud soaked Vans

Rekindling a wave of emotions shared by both parties

How long will this roller coaster last?

Will it start with a hill and end with a drop?

Or will it end on flat ground, giving no excitement to scream at?

I can’t tell you; this is my first ride aboard the thrill machine

And I’m certain I’m nervous

But your soft brown eyes tell me there is hope for a good time

No matter how long it lasts

And I can tell that you will hold my hand as we ascend to the top

Hoping it’s not that big of a fall

I can hear it in your voice

When you tell me good morning everyday

That you want this to be easy

But easy, like time, also doesn’t exist

However mediocre, hard, and holy-shit-that’s-ridiculous do exist

And I’m hoping we can make it through with a low level of difficulty

Like the time when I fist played Call Of Duty.

Right now, all I can say is

Don’t worry

We can do this

And for the sake of maintaining,

We will believe it.

Afterthoughts of a Perfect Five Minutes

For A. Parks

Cold, brisk night

No clouds overhead

I see your breath as we step out of the hotel into

Five inches of packed snow

You smile;

It makes me smile

The small, frozen pond never looked so romantic

Your fuzzy grey coat and beanie,

My brown snowboarding jacket with faux fur

Pull them selves together

They are merely magnets connecting

You and me

Pulling us closer

Embracing each other

I kiss your forehead through your exposed

Blonde hair

You look at me with deep turquoise eyes

Leaning closer I bend down

To meet your soft lips

With mine

There is nothing sweeter

Than the subtle taste of lip gloss

After a perfect first kiss

Smiling, you rest your head

Onto my chest

Satisfied is just one emotion you must be feeling

I know it’s not the only one I have

Brewing inside me

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At the Car Wash

I vacuumed a bug today

Not caring what he felt

It must be traumatic to see

A long, red portal with a reverse wind sucking you in

When all you did was find a place to rest

I vacuumed a bug today

More out of instinct then pleasure

Did it hurt?

Flying through the long tube to the sack at the end

Where hair and dirt and crumbs and accidental pennies accumulate?

I vacuumed a bug today

Then continued my business

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Beats and Rhythm

My heart swells with it

My blood pumps with it

My nerves tingle with it

My foot taps lightly with it

This is rhythm

I sit on my throne

Pick up my two mighty staffs

Place one in each hand

And bang the rhythm out of the drum

These are beats

Single crash

Double paradiddle

Triplet quarter notes

I pound it out with my royal scepters

As I sit upon my throne

My head bobs

My body moves

The feeling sweeps under me

And takes me away

To musical nirvana

This is my beat

This is my rhythm

It is defined by nobody except me

These are my beats

These are my rhythms

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Boxcar

Walking towards it

I feel an uncomfortable pain in my stomach

Like someone just socked me there.

The scenes I witnessed from five minutes ago

Still linger, but are nothing when compared against the experience of the small boxcar

In the middle of a memorial that is dedicated to those lost under Hitler’s anti-Semitic ways,

I walk towards the death trap.

A small, dark-red box with tinged metal wheels sits upon the tracks laid especially for it.

Both side doors are open, one is an entrance, the other an exit.

My small steps bring me closer to it.

The first step

A wall of fragrance hits my nostrils

It’s stale, bitter, harsh

I think of what it could be

Within five seconds, I realize that this new smell must be

Death

A second step

Revealing a chilling sensation that runs down my spine and makes my neck twinge

An aura of suffering travels through my body

A sense of pain lingers

This is where the innocent first found something wasn’t right

This is where the ill and fragile first died.

Looking to the right

All lights have ceased

Except for one light that shines through the narrow slit they called a window

Bright, white, and non-illuminating,

Leaving a beam that makes a small rectangle on the ground

It shows the dust that still travels within the car

Looking to the left

A sign

Probably explaining the history of this giant trap

I didn’t stay to find out

Exiting

A relief rushes through my body

As a weight seems to be lifted.

I look back

The creepy chills come back

Not as heavy as the first time, but still present

And it lingers as I stumble through the rest of my day

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This poem was inspired by a friend named Kenzi Viser.

 
Berries and Cherries
for Kenzi Viser

A hot summer night
Surrounded by friends,
A quick look around
Shows
Enemy in sight.
One look, all it takes.
In a crowd of unfamliar faces
Cold brass touches her hand;
That hand shows who’s boss.
The cold metal rips her opponent’s skin;
A hot pain runs through that girl’s body.
She falls.
Like a human deck of cards, barely breathed on,
She falls.
And as she falls,
A bright, audible light is heard behind the victor;
Sweet berries and cherries.

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And this poem is all about Super Burito =]

Burrito Musk

Everyday
The smell hits the nose
Like a bat hits a ball.
They stand and wrap,
Making my glorious
Burrito musk.

An Ode to an Old Friend

Oh, friend, you have yet to fail me.
         Your concern for my well being has never faltered
Your voice has yet to prove me wrong
         Your gentleness has lifted my spirits through the worst,
And also during the best
         There is no criticism from you
You love without question or care
         Your body speaks to me in a way no one else could
Your head
         Oh, your head
Stays sharp and in tune with my needs
         Your tender, slim neck aches for my cold, white, clammy hands
To grasp you,
          To feel you,
To play you
          I admit, I have dwindled to others before you
But you, my friend, will always be the best.
          You and I
Together forever
          People will say,
“Look at him,
          always with that damn friend.
When will they learn that forever
          is not possible?”
Then I will reply
         ”My guitar and I
do not listen to your
          doubts.”

Here are a few poems I wrote:

The Space of Mine
(for MySpace lovers)

What is it about this
Site
That makes people go crazy?
This simple minded idea
Of
Talking to friends
Has blown off the chart
Why?
Well,
It could be the idea of a certain friend
Leading his friends
To a lead site
Where the space of theirs
Is their own space
and No One Elses.

Or it could be due to
The need to keep up with people,
The want of wanting to know,
The endless shower of social knowledge that
Pours off the screen into your brain
Like rain falling into a gutter,
Collecting and connecting,
One drop at a time,
Till a pool of information
Has formed.

Conforming Flight

Laying on the wings of insecurity,
I fly through the air of uncertainty
Until I reach my destination of conformity.

Or maybe your thoughts are hungry for some quotes.

“Change is like shitting;  it comes everyday without warning.” -Cody Saunders

“Dramastic!” -Aaron Walton

Life is going good right now.  I can’t complain at all.  My girlfriend keeps getting better everyday.  Friends are starting to emerge everywhere.  I think i finally know what i wanna do with my life in terms of college and a career choice.  My music skills are improving because I’m actually practicing.  That goes for my English skills, also.  It’s been pretty eventful this week. =]

BEING GROUNDED SUCKS BALLS.  I don’t think I’ve ever been so bored out of my mind like this ever.  I can’t drive anywhere, I can’t see anyone, and no one can come over.  This blows cock.  Shit.

Ausin Offenbacher and Natasha Adams now have a thing. Yay!  I’m happy for both of them.  This arrangement is good for me in the way that I’ll be seeing Austin more.  I like the idea of hanging with him because I haven’t hung out with him in a long while.  Jazz band is hella boring without him there so you know he’s a freaking hilarious kid.  Damn Kraut… hahahahah

NEW PRESIDENT TOMORROW!!  Excited to see Obama win…. I mean excited to see McCain and Obama fight for votes… No i mean i want Obama.  It seems that Obama is way more popular in the high school and college level.  I still don’t know why.  I should look into that.

That is all. Laterssssssss

We started out of the house.  We stopped at Costco for gas and Burger King for my brother.  I personally didn’t want a greasy hamburger from fast food so i skipped out.  We dropped the meal off with my brother and my mother said, “Do you want some Panda Express?”  HELLS YEAH I WANT PANDA EXPRESS! I love that place and is the only restaurant where i will eat chinese food (which is weird considering the fact that it is a chain fast food restaurant and not authentic homemade Chinese food).  So off we went, the long drive to Panda Express seeming to take forever. 

Now the only thing i really go to P.E. (Panda Express) for is the orange chicken.  Its bits and pieces of fried chicken smothered in a sweet, tangy orange sauce.  If heaven has a food court, P.E. and its orange chicken has the longest lines.  One bite and you’ll be hooked like a crack addict.  I got my orange chicken and some chicken potstickers; the normal order for me.  My mom copied my order, and we sat down and ate the orange deliciousness.  The only bad thing about orange chicken is what it does to you coming out..

And I leave you with that thought.

I basically am tired from this entire week. It’s flippin nuts how school is killing my sleep cycle. I’ve fallen asleep in trigonometry three times now. My schedule consists of: monday, YSO; tuseday, homework; wednesday, band practice; thursday, church band practice; friday, hanging with friends. Usually i don’t get home till about nine or ten o’ clock at which time i have to do homework till about 11:30 or 12 and then i go to sleep. I wake up 6:45 every single effing day. Its ridiculous.

My eye is better. Its not as black or swollen so im happy about that. People keep saying that it looks painfull, but i really can’t feel anything at all. It’s just annoying how i can’t freaking read. shit son…

Im done for meow. Ill check up later

laterz