Thursday, October 21, 2010
Principal Urbina and Students from the Gardner St. School 2010
Michael Jackson Auditorium- The Gardner St. School 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
ooohhhh, there's something on my mind. Somebody please. Please tell me what's wrong
10-8-10
A song I wrote reads more like a rap song.
Sometimes I wince and man because the emotions/pain becomes physical pain: Grief. I miss Michael.
Something is stirring in me and it’s not good.
10-12-10
Reflecting on a recent picture of K-Ci and Jo Jo I saw. It was in regard to their new reality show. K-Ci has lost the light in his eyes. There used to be a certain shine or life and it’s gone. The pupils are dead. I think the light in his eyes was the thing that made him so ugly he looked good.
November should be an interesting month. I won’t be busy every weekend.
I have really been feeling the need to proactively date. It’s been 5 years since I was last in a relationship and all of my other activities are no longer keeping me leveled. I don’t think they ever have. Guess I been lying to myself.
A song I wrote reads more like a rap song.
Sometimes I wince and man because the emotions/pain becomes physical pain: Grief. I miss Michael.
Something is stirring in me and it’s not good.
10-12-10
Reflecting on a recent picture of K-Ci and Jo Jo I saw. It was in regard to their new reality show. K-Ci has lost the light in his eyes. There used to be a certain shine or life and it’s gone. The pupils are dead. I think the light in his eyes was the thing that made him so ugly he looked good.
November should be an interesting month. I won’t be busy every weekend.
I have really been feeling the need to proactively date. It’s been 5 years since I was last in a relationship and all of my other activities are no longer keeping me leveled. I don’t think they ever have. Guess I been lying to myself.
The Dark Poem
Sometimes we live in a warped sense of reality.
Past apparitions and flights of bestiality.
Prolonged journeys of self inflicted pain
Wandering this life in search of sustenance and capital gains.
Holding on to the rotting stench of hop e and love
Praying to someone above
Until the day of the dark red sky approaches
Leaving you dirty, naked, alone, and out in the great salt slick
Its coming quick
The real world and the fact that your time is done
There’s no more to do, to give, to fight for
Succumb to mediocrity
Failure and the looming promise of death
Past apparitions and flights of bestiality.
Prolonged journeys of self inflicted pain
Wandering this life in search of sustenance and capital gains.
Holding on to the rotting stench of hop e and love
Praying to someone above
Until the day of the dark red sky approaches
Leaving you dirty, naked, alone, and out in the great salt slick
Its coming quick
The real world and the fact that your time is done
There’s no more to do, to give, to fight for
Succumb to mediocrity
Failure and the looming promise of death
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