Inspiration

From afar, he leads a boring life. Work, sleep, work, sleep, sprinklers, sleep, work. Life is routine. The evening comes and he kicks his shoes aside to settle in front of the tv. The same every day. He has a routine and is comfortable there. Never stray. He is agreeable and pleasant. Never stiring up trouble. From the outside he is boring and simple. Inside however, there is a passion, a wild fire that burns with love and thought. He is a great man...a loving father and caring husband. He lives, works, and would die without a flinch for his family. There are no limits to family. The ends of the earth.

Distracted

I have to pound something out tonight. There is definitely a lot on my mind. At this point in my life, with all the working and saving, and working there is little time for anything social. I have this recent longing for companionship that is a bit dificult to deal with. There is just no time. and its driving me crazy. All I want to think about is this trip. All I want to focus on is this trip. Then I meet a girl...one who is pretty into me...she's pretty and nice and a little goofy. But it doesn't work out. Nothing was ever there. Why am I making this a priority? I am going to Nepal. Fiji should be a priority. Then I am distracted by another...she is trouble. She has this wild look in her eye. A gleem that silently begs for attention and I love it. When she enters a room nobody speaks. The whole world holds its breath as she floats down the stairs. Every step as careful as the last. And she is smart and witty. Always challenging and defiant. She is perfect. And untouchable...imprisoned behind a barrier of impenatrable glass. I see, hear, smell, feel her but she is unattainable...I am the boy peering through the glass. Empty pockets.

Hold your head...

"It don't make sense goin' to heaven with the goodie goodies
dressed in white. I like black Tims and black hoodies..."

God bless the dead
The Notorious

diversity

Tonight I realized that I need to be more careful about the words I use. I need to work on it. That is all.

Love (Sap)

There is a boy
A fat boy
He lives in France
Everyday he walks to the bakery
Everyday he stares in the window
Cakes and pies
Doughnuts and chocolates
He has no money
Not even pockets

Tuesday Afternoon
the fat boy's birthday
he walks to the store
and peers through the door
today he has a coin clutched
and a grin from ear to ear
Bee line for the cakes
"this one here"

He cradles his new love
Down the crowded street
He finds a shady spot
Unwraps his morsel
and begins to eat
On the first bite
his smile turns
There is custard in the middle
He hates custard.

opinion

On Competitive eating-
I wonder how many hungry people 54 hot dogs and buns could feed in Africa.

On the 4th of July-
Any day dedicated to hucking explosive at your friends is ok in my book.

On work-
Work should be a means...not an ends. Why do you work?

Vague

George is a man of great potential and self worth. He is happy with his life and seems to always make the best out of a rotten situation, a real sugar adder if you catch my drift. Each night he organizes and documents his thoughts in a journal by his bedside. "There is something soothing about writing before you sleep." he scribbles hesitating "It tucks away the racing thoughts and clears your mind for the journey ahead." There is a girl tonight on his mind. Nothing else hits the paper. He struggles to comprehend the effect she has on him. George is a different person tonight. He quickly tears the page and chucks it in the wastebasket. Tonight is for thought...Glorious thought. Tonight his dreams are full of amazing color.