veritas vos liberabit.

Shreds of paper

Tue, 21 May 2013 01:44:51 -0700

It’s been a while since I have grazed these empty pavements that have plagued my empty embodiment of a home. Lights dim and the street lights flicker off. I trip over these cracks hidden in the sidewalk staying true to the childhood games that have brought me to where I am. I wonder how the grass finds the space in between to live. With slow and careful steps, I inch farther away from my destination. Don’t believe me when I tell you that I know where I am going. Your judgmental eyes degrade me beyond belief and I ask myself why did I even ask you? I know these streets like the back of my hand but as I glance past the memories formed around each corner I begin to realize the lack of substance within. I guess my hand wasn’t as familiar after all. There you were, shreds of paper formed along your feet, sitting at the street corner of where we fell in love. Her eyes are slightly hidden in the darkness, because I can not tell what your eyes are looking at. Deep within my soul is where your secrets lie. But maybe within these words that are exchanged between hushed whispers and open ears, the true meaning of you & I will come to shape. In the form of more than just mere words that hide behind active hands and curious lips.

Get Lucky (Radio Edit) - Daft Punk goddddaammmmnnnn

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 11:29:29 -0700

Get Lucky (Radio Edit) - Daft Punk

goddddaammmmnnnn

gotemcoach: #BOSTON For Boston

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 13:31:35 -0700

gotemcoach:

#BOSTON

For Boston

accompaniment

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 00:08:07 -0700

Written words isn’t enough to express what I feel for her. But, I just found a song that has my inner strings all strung up. So here it goes…..

walk with me. disjointed fragments and double negatives is all we here, but excuse the doubters, I got you my dear. white bedroom walls and soft unburdened sheets, they litter the playground that we hold dear to us. a few strands of hair cover your eyes as i look to plant a kiss nearby. excuse me miss, but can i have a peek? i could very well be the man that you seek. the intoxicating scent that flows through my nostrils. they have me all riled up. buck wild and hopeless. we tend to whisper and talk to each other. using stupid references to reddit posts and conjured jokes that seem to float in the air waiting for one of us to laugh. you trace the outlines of my figure like some kind of murder scene. i can’t believe you are right down the street, some one i can , once again, call mine. your dog likes to get in between us and you just end up bitching at how much his breath stinks. drowning in sheets, i could not ask for a better place to spend the rest of my life until i ,one day, die. scrunched noses and wrinkled foreheads. the taste of your neck is so tantalizingly addictive, its like i fell upon a sea of sugar. breached walls and surfaced thoughts. you grab my soul until it shatters and breaks but yet you are so tender to it i can’t even fathom what its like. excuse my bad jokes and cute faces and smelly farts. a slight opening in the shades allows the sun to break through the darkness that envelops our embrace. i wonder how long until the next session of this physical embrace is scheduled. so i can hold you close and inhale you into my inner being once again. peace and prosperity is what you bring to the table. I can’t hide the hand that i was dealt with because you are all that i would rather hold on to than the fake premise that someone will maybe always sometimes be there. my love.

Take It From Here - Justin Timberlake

Sat, 02 Mar 2013 20:40:20 -0800

Take It From Here - Justin Timberlake

Some of these kids are acting like they’re the next Allen...

Wed, 20 Feb 2013 17:23:38 -0800

Some of these kids are acting like they’re the next Allen Iverson or something. #lafitness #basketball #ballislife #cardio

Sheets of us

Wed, 20 Feb 2013 01:44:28 -0800

I crawl into the empty confines of my rectangular resort. A resort filled with cotton of all sorts. The pillows that I rest my head on let me dance with clouds. I wonder if anyone can see my dreams and think to themselves, ” you are an odd one.” My eyes are sealed shut from the peeking little rays of light that find entrance to my domain. Behind these eyes lie a world of little to begin with, but infinite ways to end. The lives of his and her and mine. We fall into the cycle that holds us to fear. A fear of living for the days that lie ahead. I cannot fathom what I am writing right now because it most likely doesn’t make sense. I just thought of a title and let my fingers dance on plastic keys. Maybe we constantly live in fear because we are fear itself. We create it to cause panic and stress that plague our every day lives. Be at peace with today and not worry about tomorrow. Instead prepare for what you know and expect the unknown. You plan and plan and decide tomorrow is the day. That is the truth so leave it at bay. But when you add factors to such events, and worry about speculation and not truth, then the speculating turns into fear. And this explains why we fear the dark, why we fear the dead, why we fear love, etc. It is unknown to us and yet we fear its knowledge. The knowledge that can seep into ones mind, enlightening it forever. Do not reminisce about the past. It happened for a purpose. Dwell not on tomorrow for it is called, “tomorrow”. Today and right now. The current time we breathe. It is the moment that concerns us the most because it is currently in your grasp. The way you seize it shall determine your life. End type.

CONtemplatING

Wed, 20 Feb 2013 01:35:10 -0800

Cold cushion of the seat I sit on

why must you be so frigid to the touch

when all i needed is comfort

laid next to each other is where I find

deciphering what true love can become

so lay by my side, my dear, and let us journey

for when the sun sets and rises

soul of yours is forever ascending

towards the wee hours of the AM dew

i contemplate on thoughts

until we begin anew

Fall in Love - Tortured Soul this song gets me groovin’...

Tue, 19 Feb 2013 00:22:00 -0800

Fall in Love - Tortured Soul

this song gets me groovin’ every time

And I walk along the paths of life not knowing which direction I should take.

Sun, 20 Jan 2013 11:43:59 -0800

And I walk along the paths of life not knowing which direction I should take.

A man’s love for his students, his family, & his life...

Fri, 28 Dec 2012 20:42:25 -0800

A man’s love for his students, his family, & his life is shown in this video. A man that loves every one and every thing without hesitation.

Bring It All to Me - Blaque ft JC Chasez

Wed, 26 Dec 2012 12:45:13 -0800

Bring It All to Me - Blaque ft JC Chasez

discord

Thu, 06 Dec 2012 23:31:52 -0800

We are unwillingly born into a world of chaos. Our world is a dangerous place from start to finish. From Point A to B. From birth to death. A world where danger lies at every corner, at every waking moment of our lives. Chaos is what created our world and what has made us into who we are today. Life can be very, very beautiful. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and yet we all want to live a happy life. Whether it be successful or simple. We all aim to be happy amidst this storm.

But to live in this chaos we find our little niches in our every day lives. Life can be terrifying delusional, confusing, dark, unfair, an depressing. But we live on. We move on. We carry on. It is this thing called “love” that carries us through this maelstrom of rain & sleet. For others it is the sound of music. For many more it is the sensation of playing a sport or writing down their thoughts. For me, it’s finding beauty in the little things whether I comprehend them or not. Deep down, within the finite recesses of my mind, I know its what carries me forward. I know its what keeps my head up high after a rough day. That I can still see something shine through, to pierce the veil to be more precise.

And so I ask you this, my fellow reader. Enjoy it. Live in it. Revel in what you live for. For what you love. For whom you love. Because when all light is extinguished in your world, there is nothing more stronger to bringing back the light than what brought it there in the first place.

Signed, Sealed, Delivered I’m Yours - Stevie Wonder

Mon, 05 Nov 2012 23:08:51 -0800

Signed, Sealed, Delivered I’m Yours - Stevie Wonder

Sheets

Sat, 27 Oct 2012 00:36:21 -0700

Fan set on high. I melt into my sheets. My body disappears under countless intertwined patterns made of cotton. The warmth builds up as the icy fingers of the night try to cling onto anything it can get a grasp on. Eyelids weighed down by the weight of stress and lack of sleep, I flutter them open to stay awake. To keep going long enough to type out these words on my phone. No context. No direction. Just me slowly disappearing into my sheets. And once the night has finally won the final round, my thoughts lay awake, waiting for the day of light to claim the prince that lies in bed. Waiting.

Sweat

Wed, 03 Oct 2012 21:44:12 -0700

And with every fibers of his muscle screaming for relief, he continuously pushes his body. A bystander could be watching through a window and they would assume that this man is going the distance. But its not about how far he can go. It never was about that. It isn’t about the individual or the team really. It isn’t about the score, the money, the spectators, the admirers, or the end result. It never was. He strives for more each day, each game. He works on his craft and sculpts the image he dreams of. Because when all is said and done, the score or the judges don’t reflect what went down. It doesn’t reflect the true nature of what really happens each night he comes out to play. What matters most to him is that he lays it all out. The sweat that gets in his eyes. The painful twinge in his inner thigh. The careful steps to keep his ankles from breaking down. The fire in his eyes that are dazed over. He has no regard for whatever or whomever comes out to challenge him or his team. No. It was about the effort. It was about how much he laid his heart & soul out there for everyone to see. And by golly, he never fails to disappoint.

About to start saving for a trip back to my roots next year. Back to the 4 of 5 Boroughs that I used...

Mon, 10 Sep 2012 00:42:12 -0700

About to start saving for a trip back to my roots next year. Back to the 4 of 5 Boroughs that I used to live in in NY. Back to the hometown of Bergenfield , New Jersey where I grew up. Back to the East Coast.

Fuck yeah.

a play on tonight's random thoughts

Thu, 30 Aug 2012 01:01:37 -0700

A sensual beat of reverberating bass and beats that collide with the ear drums settled within the confines of his ears. He closes his eyes and his chair automatically reclines. At peace and at ease. Imagination soaring, he pictures his feet walking around on city concrete. Be still the flutter of his heart as he merges onto people’s paths. Getting lost is what drives him forward. Arms stretched out, the fingertips of curiosity are grazing the different textures the world has to offer. Senses on fire, he cannot fathom what else is outside of this small city. A city of hopeless dreams that have ceased to exist. The future seems bleak. But yet he continues on. On and on. And maybe someday at around the time the sun meets the distorted line of the Earth’s surface, he will find a place to rest his tired legs from this journey of searching. Searching for the answer for the question that constantly plagues his thoughts.

“To what lengths will I go to realize that I am truly alive?”

"In the end these things matter most: How well did you love? How fully did you live? How deeply did..."

Tue, 10 Jul 2012 12:26:08 -0700

“In the end these things matter most: How well did you love? How fully did you live? How deeply did you learn to let go?”

- Siddhartha Gautama

Alcoholic ( Acoustic ) - Common Kings

Fri, 08 Jun 2012 20:42:00 -0700

Alcoholic ( Acoustic ) - Common Kings