thought ╞ calling out to

you hear me, loud and clear without a word thats sincere, between the lines right between my ears. a constant ringing, like the really early alarm on your phone, set to snooze? or just leave it alone. argue if you might you noticed this aprehension is valid, almost as much as when fat people order cobb salads. common sense to adult know-how, just when will it be applied? dont lowball. if we havent made our point just take a quick look behind you, it might remind you, of how blind you, can be..

thought ♣ feet

they hurt.

45 hours of slippery and dodgy terrain. payload at arms length up stairs and down halls. my generous hosts slam me with the commotion of day and night tourists. all during my voulenteering on the "row" and at the "fair". From a chinese immigrant slaving away, to the noble of the white court, watching the play. I hand deliver to the best of my abilities. Playing all angles and working both sides. Standing the heat from the kitchens to the charming of the press, your gracious respects are my motivation. but the work on the side, definitely my undoing.

but sometimes, my feet hurt. which the do..

thought ♣ feet

thought ♣ upgrading

A new fit, sick fade and an "exclusive" fresh scent had me feeling this time working ,is time well spent. lack of sleep, shitty diet. manning up and then powering through. Out of the deep, into the shallows, is something i had to do. Unless lagging behind, getting caught up and finding time to whine. is an excuse i can abuse till i fail to convince my own mind. version 2.0, second season with a cleaner show. a refined cast fuller plot, up is the only way i'll to go.

thought ♣ upgrading

thought ! recipe for change

two drops of bordom
with a dash of fatigue
my need to be pleased
equates to postmortem
super seeding the act to breathe
lay waste, make haste
to find busy work
change pace, new place
different is the perk

thought * technology disconnection

aaarrrgghh!
rescue me from the clutches of this necessary parasite.
it sucks my attentions in whole, with no remorse for present company.
like an iv to the slow drip of 3g and when i feel fancy +s.
a permanent fixture at my hip, on my palm, in my face.
with no escape. i set shortcuts and hotkeys to sync with my habits
its a terrible thing, but everyones doing it. 350 million plus!
worldwide, inside, instead of real books to the face.

thought : sunday "sabor"

spaghetti, spamoni, soda, and a happy birthday later. we walked, literally next door to a local modern disco. linebacker status checking our id's - blessed with free! 10:21! nine minutes short of the deadline. two by two by 1, gentlemen i am, i had to hold the door open for current company. red-striped double fisted, then off to the empty dance floor. "a rump pa pumnp" with laser beams making the reggae mix. making due, i chose to go with the flow. shuffle to and fro. red boots knee high with butter fly thighs taking the spotlight drawing my eyes. time flies when fun applies. late night people watch, holiday congestion. darkness then bright lights followed by a herding of unwanted cattle. inventory check, check! and were out the door two less and into a cab ride home.

thought : winter

it has arrived, silent and swift, cool and collected as weather can be. the rain regretfully acknowledged for the most, but welcomed by some. warm jackets and beanies from years before, simple armor, for the shopping seasons to come. patience, is my weapon to steady my focus toward the next weekend, but not the holidays, plural. i stand unprepared with shallow pockets and anxiety about my lack appreciation, outwardly. from a calendars insight im annually passing, onto the next set of empty promises. it cant be helped. its my nature

thought - poetry in motion

ive recently found an old blackberry with a collection of poems. already posted a few and ill post the remainder hopefully sometime later! they range from all type of emotions ive felt during the phones usage, its boldly dated! ha. so i have been lucky enough to express them constructively through words. and firmly respect those that also have.

with that in mind, the following "letter" is from bridget gray a spoken word artist. that shares a more profound, but similar sense of lyrical emphasis.



i agree with her message and do believe the medium is saturated with toxic messages and wasteful airspace. but hopefully it will recover and take a more positive worthwhile direction. i still appreciate a freestyle fellowship track, or some old school snoop.

thought - jazz right through me

"oooooo!"
you hear that note?
soothing my soul,
dropping it from way, way down low,
"baadummp"
goes the beat matching my "all ears" heart.
"aaaahhh!"
followed by the boom of the vocalists part!
"beep! beep! beep!,"
salted and peppered on the track from the sax man,
play that moody verse just one more time man!
the high hat hits with the way i wish,
the snares dont miss! musical bliss
from my speakers they speak,
cheek to cheek my grin appears to be!
as the jazziest of jazz,

jazzes right through me..

thought - flashes of brilliance

in and out of those shadowy undertones,
never learned the lessons or realizing what ive been shown.
on loan -
wishing for a lower percentage,
love drone -
seeking for a clear cut message.
just now! you see that?
postage already paid,
wonder how? fat chance!
when these feelings made their way.
ignorance within the bliss..

flashes of brilliance.

thought - alone

what is it about me?
that subscribes to a co-dependency,
a need not to be free but still wanting.
to explore and gape multiple landscapes,
only to return again still friends wanting,
i fight with myself,
each blow personally delt and felt
deeply always flaunting,
the task at hand
known to befall bigger and better a man,
standing eye to eye,
all so daunting. duality

thought - breath of fresh air

the decision you make will take you a few
to sink in and make clear of what's askew.
exhale the details of this problem that would,
fester inside you, give strife through,
these recent days.
now breathe in deeply not to cheaply,
all expenses paid in the long awaited break in this haze.
hold a tad longer than usual,
stronger becomes the honesty that sounds musical.
just listen to... the rhythmic
breathing...

thought - food therapy

i smell you calling, the salt, that grease!
seeking you out with no place to hide except in my belly, peice by piece!
perhaps the whole pie? why try and deny,
the cravings thats raving to tell me.
- more items fried!
dont speak of calories or grams of fat, low-carb crap! dont
give me that!
side order of ranch, xtra cheese,
onion rings, easy mustard please.
oh what euphoria food will bring!
my appetite insatiable, my room for the fourth meal capable,

for my.

alcohol therapy.

thought - latenight in the rain

as the clouds whisper about me, and leak their secrets in the crisp night air.
i can't help but remember your warmth of being there.
during a previous drizzle of romance and emotion.
i would use the same kind of cool moisture to carry my love notions.
it was a time when they would soak in deeply and refresh your anticipation.
where your reach for me was rewarding for you and without hesitation.
the only thing that would make you quiver were my promises that caressed your face. taking our imaginations and lifting our dreams to a far off place.
warm days for your taste and cool nights for mine.
given me no particular reason to enjoy your embrace.
while we would kindly unwind.
funny thing i can't ever recall any music playing in the backround,
your voice and laughter were the only enjoyable memories of sound.
next to that soft water splatter on the window pain,
all on a similar,

late night in the rain.

thought - love is..

fragile, passionate, ecstatic, caring, trusting, viral, clouding,

listful vengenace, fine lined, chemicall intoxicating, addictive,

numbing, misleading, fleeting,

sincere.

thought - organic coffee

rich, slow drip, crushed grinds.
behind the awakening of my mind.
unadulterated caffeinated in a corrugated cardboard cup.
self sufficient on a personal mission, hand held, warm to the touch.
not cost effective, reminder of some past electives, always calls my bluff.
morning or midnight, personal jet,
small flight, deny that landing yet?
diuretic everything copacetic.

Pass through liquid.