Truth

LA has turned
my skin
a different color.
The dirt lies thick.
There's a stain on
my forehead.
It won't come off.
I challenge myself
with the joys of creation
and the foundation of a
cash flow.
I should market it-
too bad I just want
to give it away.
Tomorrow will be crazy.
I must be ready for anything.
Yesterday was a let down.
Today I even got
the recycling out.
The todo list
almost got
completely finished but
I encountered obstacles,
I manuevered around them
as best I could.
Even played my guitar.
Tomorrow is tightly booked
beginning to end.
I should go to bed soon,
but you should see the closet.
Someone could hurt themselves...
maybe get lost for weeks.
I'd feel guilty,
but at least it's clean.
Unlike my forehead, which
has changed it's pigmentation
to something I'm not used to
and I'm pretty sure
don't like.

Awareness

I am aware of the fact that I don't post like I used to. When I lived up north seemed like I had more to work with. I've been in survival mode, working to make ends meet. My creativity has been missing me and the reminders were polite at first, but now, it is quite insistent I pay it attention. La Paper Bag popped up out of no where. Old characters want to come out of the closet and dance around the living room. I want to let them.
I think I pissed off my mom, I was a little harsh. It happened when she sent me a forwarded email with some conservative no nothing bullshit which stereotyped democrats or any person I guess that issues with how Guantanamo Bay is run, as hippie wacka-dos. It was completely flippant about the use of torture in a way that made me lose my shit.
Now since losing my shit I had a very interesting conversation about what "water boarding (where they make you feel like you are going to drown), and from what I understand, it is very uncomfortable, but not scarring like hooking up someone's testicles to an electric current. So, there you go, mom, I guess what they do there is not so bad. No physical torture, just mental. That's humane, right?
The viral trash completely disregarded hundreds of journalists and lawyers accounts and input with a Neanderthal attitude of "Bad man, bad. Hurt bad man."

Now, she knows that I don't like receiving the conservative housewife viral bullshit, but as a good friend pointed out that I should be grateful I do get them, so I can see what is going on in their minds to help understand them better.

How noble. One side of me wanted to be gagged with a spoon, the other half recognized the truth.

For reals?

Dunkin Donuts has become a major sponsor for Yahoo's sports. That's right, SPORTS. Their slogan is "powered by Dunkin Donuts."
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ha ha ha ha ha!
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA HA!

Whew, I had to wipe away a tear on that one.

Today is the Day

What am I doing with my life? Doing my best to fill it with positive things. Today is a day of preparation, planning, and perchance a little execution. I am cleaning my space and organizing my life and willing something good to come from it. I'm establishing my headquarters. I'm playing fun music that helps me dance as I clean. I am making myself high on yerba mate (which is incidently cleaning out my bowels as well, whew!), cause I'm striving for a little clarity to blast forth full throttle in the most appropriate direction. Which I inwardly chuckle at that last bit, cause honestly, I'm usually pouring out in every direction. So I'll modify and say directionSSSSSSSSS.

There is Little That I Know

Not many I fully understand.
There was a time
where I begged
BEGGED
to have a more
comprehensive outlook
but I was shown
it was not mine
to question
but to follow orders.
Normally, I don’t
question the path,
I just take it,
as I’ve seen enough
to know that there are
greater forces at work
than little old me, but
at the moment I feel
the desert wind cold
on my skin and I’m
yearning for that which
is beyond me.
Something that this
present moment
can not give me,
and I feel robbed.