A Wedding and a Funeral

So this is my final post on this blog. I like to call it "the death of my blog". I used to love writing on this thing. I used to think this was a good alternative to facebook as if this isn't social media. It didn't matter if I posted it or not. I would fill this thing full of drafts, ideas, inspirations.....There wasn't anything I wouldn't tell this cyberbox. Kind of crazy to think about. I'd say that this was my best friend for a long time. For the sake of this surrender, I will characterize him as "Cy". I've neglected Cy and I's relationship for a while now and its past recovering the same me that once loved my dear pal, Cy.

This is his funeral. It smells like shit in here but I came to pay my respects. We have been through a lot together. Best listener I ever had, he was. I would say one thing and he would listen back..... Cy started as an inspiration for me but soon became an outlet to a part of myself that desperately needed some attention. Cy kept me sane at a time that seemed impossible. He let me paint my own picture. I would find myself wanting to live in that painting, in that moment. I was too caught up to see it all go by and in the end, he brought me back. Roots are a funny thing. Seems like the older you get, the more you feel what you never thought was you in the beginning.

A metaphoric nightmare delight

It's about a guy trying to keep it together while falling apart. I don't know, I don't think I've ever known. I think sometimes you get it right the first time and then.... it defines your life. It becomes who you are.

The shadow never seems to fade away

Every chance that you get is a chance you seize.

May the wind always be on your back and the sun upon your face and may the winds of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars.

Umbrella Traffic?

Funny thing about the big city, the real traffic is on the sidewalk. When it rains in New York, the sidewalks have less people on them and less room to walk. There is no escaping the rain here. Even if you take a taxi some how you end up getting wet or getting your shoes dirty. The rain is inescapable. An umbrella is absolutely necessary if you plan on not being completely soaked. This makes speed walking a hard task because everyone sharing my sidewalk also has an umbrella. This is something I never thought that I would ever have to encounter being from a place where I can just get in my car and stay out of the rain. Cabs are so hard to get in New York City when it is raining. You have a better chance of getting hit flagging an “off duty” cabby than catching a cab in the pouring rain. Its crazy the little nuances that one would never know about this metropolis without abiding here for an extended period of time. I must say I am proud to be a new “New Yorker”. Its tough here.  “Hey, watch our umbrella”  I used to think my quick stays here were enough for me. As if I had experienced everything here that I wanted or cared to see or that even just that was enough. Its the little things that only locals get to see that gives this place its culture. Its spice. Its rep. But yea this umbrella traffic.......

The Run for Your Roses

This is the story of how we begin to remember

This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein

After the dream of falling and calling your name out

These are the roots of rhythm

And the roots of rhythm remain......

All You Need is Love

Making his world a little colder. 

All your life you were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Give it your all for nothing, and everything will do it's same for you.