this one's for you

if i close my eyes
the memories push and shove to get to the front of the line.
each memory begins the same:
your smiling eyes,
your funny hair,
your long arm outstretched towards me
passing me the joint.

like the time i came over and you greeted me at the door,
smiling eyes,
funny hair,
your long arm outstretched towards me
passing me the joint,
saying "go inside and watch the movie in the dvd player.
and then you can come hang out with us in the other room."
i saw my favorite movie to date that night.

or the countless times i sat across from you
on the couches in your living room,
smiling eyes,
funny hair,
your long arm outstretched towards me
passing me the joint,
telling me that everything's going to be ok,
the countless times i came to you with my worries.

how about that time i built you a room made of garbage bags,
in an effort to create the room in which you'd display your masterpieces,
smiling eyes,
funny hair,
your long arm outstretched towards me
passing me the joint,
happy with the masterpiece i had made for you.

there was that time when we first met,
and we decided to ditch that art class together,
smiling eyes,
funny hair,
your long arm outstretched towards me
passing me the joint,
telling me it was nice to meet me,
while we strolled along the seine.

and i shall never forget that time you lost your pet
somewhere in your massive apartment,
smiling eyes,
funny hair,
your long arm outstretched towards me
passing me the joint,
warning me not to put my feet bare feet to the ground,
because let's not forget that the pet in question was in fact
a massive scorpion.

i will never forget your effect on people,
whether you made them smile or squirm,
smiling eyes,
funny hair,
your long arm outstretched towards me
passing me the joint,
smiling in delight or return.

you are timeless in my thoughts.
you will forever be
smiling eyes,
funny hair,
your long arm outstretched towards me
passing me the joint.
and i will forever reach out,
take that joint,
and say thank you my friend.

and by friend i mean,
that person who will always stay with me in spirit,
no matter where in the world,
heavens or below,
with those smiling eyes,
and funny hair,
that long arm forever outstretched towards me
passing me the joint.

tonight though,
this one's for you my friend.
and this second one as well.
what i'd give to look into your smiling eyes,
give you props on your funny hair
and outstretch to you this joint i've got here...
what i'd give for you to be here to take it...
aw sam, this one's for you.

Coming and going

People sweep in and out of lives
like the tides of the ocean on the shore.
Ebb and flow.
Ebb and flow.

Perspective determines whether this this cycle is erosive, corrosive, damaging,
or perhaps imperative to shaping the shoreline as we know it today.

Ebb and flow.

There are some tides that arrive in waves,
and some waves whose beautiful memory lasts a lifetime.
And then there are some waves that destroy everything in its path.
And you wish you could forget it, but can't.

Ebb and flow.

The moon is to blame for all that happens below.
Held hostage by our beliefs that it's more powerful than all of the ocean.
Proving the message from the story of the sun and the wind.
Sometimes it is the gentle hand that can affect the most change.

Ebb and flow.
Ebb and flow.
Ebb and flow.

the future's going to hate us

it shocks me that there's still a debate about the environment; whether or not the environment is beyond it's breaking point is simply a moot point. how can people not agree that our earth is one worth taking care of?

i recently started watching battlestar gallactica. as much as i thought i'd be embarrassed to admit it, my point here trumps my shame.

when it comes to the future, and people are floating through space on their spaceships, there are three undeniable truths:

1) in order to survive, the people need water.

2) in order to survive, the people need food.

3) in order to survive, the people need air.

looking at today, these are three resources being destroyed by the minute.

our water is polluted beyond comprehension.

most food is now processed and nutrient-lacking.

and the air is browned with chemicals.

it makes me realize that capitalism is a far worse system than any communist or socialist system that ever befell this world. capitalism lets the few put their personal interests before the good of the many; it puts the bottom line before the last breath; and it lets money talk louder than mother earth.

when all is said and done, all the money in the world will not bring back the air, food and water once it is gone.

and this is such a great shame that we'll forever be branded with after we all pass away; and it is a surety that future generations will look back at us, scratching their heads, and wonder: 'what the hell were they thinking...'

Falling home

I am suspended
high up in the air.

I have no fear.
Because I see the net below.

And so I walk the line.

I take these risks
that are really not risks.

Because I see the net below.

Truth is, I want to fail.
I want to fall.
I want that rush.

I want to feel like I'm flying,
falling,
tumbling towards my fate,
my destiny.

I want to lose sight of where I came from
and where I'm going.
I want to spin.

I want to be nothing but feeling.
Falling.

And then I want to be caught by the net below.
It will feel like home.
Safe.

The net lets me jump
-yes, I jump-
and do things I'd never do
if it was never there.

From one quiet soul to another

We are loud.
We are fast.
We are thoughtless.
And we move.
But our souls are quiet in unison.

You're there and I'm here.
More than worlds apart.
We don't even see the same stars.
But our souls are in lockstep and dancing.

It was but a moment,
not even a clock could record the time.
A blink you were there,
and then a blink you were gone.
But our souls are still holding hands.

Why meet now?
Why meet at all,
if this is all that's left?
Because lonely souls have a way of finding one another,
and then never letting go.

happy 'new' year

this is the thirty-first time i've celebrated a new year. thirty-one fresh beginnings. thirty-one years worth of resolutions. thirty-one years to understand that it's not about january 1st. it's about march 18th, june 26th, and october 4th. it's about taking advantage of each day, starting anew when necessary, and keeping the momentum going for those things that are going good. it's about the fact that there are 365 january 1sts if you needed them.

it's not a happy new year. it's just another happy new day.

:)

2010 - The Year of the Bee

This is the year that amazing things will happen.

Not because it's 2010, a new decade or just simply the new year.

Amazing things will happen because I want them to. Call it manifest destiny.

And you? What do you want to happen this year?

Never forget that where there is a will there is a way, and that life never gives us obstacles that we cannot overcome.

Wishing you all a happy productive year :)