I’m not sure what this strange man was trying to accomplish riding his bike down 16th street today. He had to use his shoe as a brake on the back tire, and was hugging the telephone poles at each intersection so he wouldn’t fall over. Just glad I got a picture!
Is poetry art?
Only if someone wants to read it.
Some say I paint landscapes
But I only always paint myself.
Art is not whatever you think it is
What you think does not matter
What you think did not create the art
It’s not about you
It never was
Don’t lie to us, Creator
Bill Maher says
Sometimes the design
Is not intelligent
Women carry and abort
Half-formed
Deformed
Fetuses
We believe there is
A divine plan for our lives
And there is, in a way
What is meant to be
Will be
Is that plan good?
Of course it is
How could we believe
Otherwise?
If you wait long enough
You’ll get your happy ending
And hope keeps you alive
Our existence seems at once
Completely random
And yet
Perfectly Orchestrated
When you hear
The other players
In the symphony
Through our relationships
Our interactions
The best we can do
Is to mimic the ease
With which
The wind blows
The dinosaurs died
The earth spins
Our hearts beat
A baby smiles.
We all want to change the world
The 50-year-olds look at Obama
The way I used to look at Britney Spears
What have I done lately?
Why isn’t a light being cast upon my efforts?
Am I trying hard enough?
Did I seize every opportunity?
If I have time to think about this,
Am I not busy enough?
Stop constructing your fantasy world
And take a few steps in this one
Never complain about what you control
Never complain about what you don’t control
Just never complain
Stop wishing you were making more money
Wielding more power
Feeling more comfortable
Stop inviting others into the gap
Between where you are and where you think you need to be
Especially if you don’t know how to get there
And don’t care enough to make it happen
Sublime
I love going to the beach, especially when I am overwhelmed by my emotions and need to stare at something bigger than myself for a while.
I love this pixelated sunset. It is not a trick of the digital photo, this is actually how the sun looked that evening.
“Love is omni-inclusive”
Today I will be free
Unencumbered
Put aside childish things
And habits that do not suit me
Today the record
Will not skip
Life will go on
Without me getting in the way
I will be present
Mindful
Dignified
Aware
I will not be controlled
By ugliness
Today is a new day
I am free
I will fight
I will light my own path
And overcome my own demons
I brought them into this world
And I can take them out.
Blend in
Adapt
Your skin is your badge
Do you believe what they say about you?
Change or die
Robin Hood
Street justice
Bend the system
Could you love a foreigner?
I don’t know your language
You don’t know me
They’re smaller
They’re poorer
They’re not a threat
Give me your money
You laugh
They hit you with a bat
And take it from you
A smile condescends
An averted glance
Is self-righteous
Who will make amends?
I quickly walk away.
How I wish these paved streets
Were still grassy meadows
Then I could feel your life
Under my feet
Persistent sprouts crack
The sidewalk
Like a man buried alive
Clawing its way to the surface
I can’t tell if I am nearer
Or farther from the
Energy source
Living in the city
There is so much more
Stimulous
And so many more
Barriers
Am I really living?
I mean really living?
Is God like a million strings
Attached to my body?
I can move but I must
Be ever conscious of the tension
The guiding forces
That choose my steps for me
Open my mouth
And guide my hands
So how do I live?
The greatest commandment
Is to love one another
Or at least
Do no harm
And don’t draw too much attention
To yourself
Or others will notice
Your broken strings
And scoff
