The Golden Era

You were once at your peak....
Growing up I barely knew you,
but your essence still remains.

7th and Broadway.
Walking through a sea of lost souls.
You lead....I follow.

The grid is simple to understand.
The golden era of better days.
Simple times.

Marilyn why did you do it?
She never let you down...

I find a place to rest down the alley.
They say those old souls are coming together again.
And you leave in a state of panic...

I wonder if there was a reason.
The city keeps feeding me lies...

I think of us...

The golden era we once shared...

dont lose hope.

Chemical Synapse

The bee said her last goodbye ,

A song of love.

Zombies lurking and waiting,

I walked away from your sleepy eyes

Regretful dreams.

I breath.

Flashing scenes of dust and wind.

Its quiet...

The queen is dead.

Rain Storms

For one moment...
I breath in the air deeply,
and I see my jaded reflection

A cat looks at me from a distance and laughs at my ignorance.
Will I ever know?
He yawns...

Los Angeles rain storms bring forth a shift in perception...
A rare excitement...the coming of a new season...
A new life in the making.

I am selfish.
again, I run...
Phase 4? 5? 6?
When does it end?

A weekend far away from everything I used to crave.
Those days were bliss...

I am reality...

The Birth of St. Magdalene

When I woke from that deep slumber I found myself in a place unknown.
An abyss of light grabbed me and pulled me through the fleshy womb.
The mortal senses consumed me like fire.
A breath that rapes the lungs and forces into submission, trapped in a cage once again....

I walked through a labrynth of time and space.
A familiar feeling of comfort and pain.
Life and death never end.

Country Roads

I watched the sunset the other day, it was beautiful...and yet I was completely unaware of what I was seeing...Sitting on the roof of my apartment building talking on the phone with my mother trying to descrive to her how beautiful the golden light looked over the city of angels. Still, I think back on that moment and I dont feel like I was really there...It is like my mind was somewhere else...perhaps back in Nashville talking and drinking a cup of tea with her...watching her smile.

I feel like much of my life is spent in that state of mind...instead of living in the moment and experiencing what's around me I dream about being somewhere else...or even ways the moment could be "better" - meanwhile I miss out on the beauty and opportunities around me.

I just watched a movie called "Whisper of the Heart" for the second time this weekend...I just love it, it really inspires me...like most of Hayao Miyazaki's films do. I feel so confused at times...I so want to make a great inspirational movie but I never make an effort to write anything, it is like I am afraid I cant do it....like I assume I will fail before I start. It is such an anoying state of mind but I know I can beat it...I just have to do it - there is nothing stoping me execept for myself.

Right now I am sitting in the dark. The kitchen light is on and in there I can see the table my brother brought me. On the table there is a tall brown paper bag and an empty bottle of wine. The kitchen floor is white and black tiles like a checker board. The way I am sitting looking at the kitchen thru the door frame is beautiful....the contrast of the light and the dark reminds me of an old painting. This is the kind of inspiration I need...It is all around me

California DREAMing

I will begin my move down to Los Angeles from Seattle in about TWO hours...

Excited? yes...
Finished Packing? no...

My roommate Harley just dropped a glass plate on his foot and almost sliced his toe off...lol, so he was taken to the hospital...good times... :P

Seattle will be missed...and not forgotten.
I learned more about myself than ever before...and I am thankful for that...

I start film school August 7th.
A dream come true... :)

I am excited to live close to my brother...It will be a good experience for both of us...

My car is getting full...

The only thing left is my computer...and I am here now typing...This moment will soon be a memory...a memory of the days I lived in Seattle.

I will miss Curtis...but I know he will always be a part of my life...

Its getting late...Time to go.

As one chapter ends...another one opens...

so be that.

Turning Off

Rain and Monday

What is it about rainy days that makes me want to write? To be more specific...I think its a mixture of rain and monday.

Ive never even been fond of my writting...and yet, I feel that maybe if I keep writting...perhaps, I will write something really great on the next line. I think some call that wishful thinking...

In a way that's how I feel about my life...It's all just wishful thinking....day to night...night to day...wishing something "really great" will happen.

Here's another story about a bum...

A few months ago I was sitting at the Wendy's near where I live...and I see this crazy looking guy asking for money outside...For reasons unknown to me, he decides to look inside finding for a split moment direct eye contact with non other than me.

It was almost like he saw me and recognized something within me...because he ran in...and he sat down on the table right next to me and would look at me and turn away quickly, as if he couldnt make up his mind about something...and then he began to bang his head and whisper things under his breath...and for a moment I thought he was crying...

He turned to me and said "buy me something to eat" ... I was surprisingly not really intimidated by the situation...and I just looked at him directly in the eyes and I said to him..."what would you like?"...

He seemed really confused and he began to bang his head again....so I just took out 5 dollars and told him to go and buy something to eat...He stood up and he took my hand and he shook it and he seemed really greatful...

but he never bought anything...he just ran off with the 5 dollars...I thought to myself...maybe he felt like eating something else?....again, wishful thinking...

There's actually more to the story but writting about a bum just doesnt seem as interesting as it did 10 minutes ago...thats just the type of person I am...I get bored with things too easily...

and so now I think I'll go play in the rain...