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no words.
no inspiration.

light & chemistry.

with one kiss
upon my knee,

watch me explode
into a thousand stars
across your sky:

its so that
i may light your path
and guide you
when you think
you've lost your way.

(*$&$(F@!!

high on caffeine and anxiety,
i'm criss crossing through LA Traffic
counting the pigs as I go
as my mind is wired up: a thousand words flying in every direction
all of them,
begging for attention.
my window is rolled down
music blaring out
and i'm passing a line of cars:
count em:1,2,3,4,
i swerve to nearly miss a jogger
heart is pounding
is it the coffee or how fast i'm driving?

it's the same route everyday
cracked roads and everyone walking their dog:
why the FUCK does everyone have a dog in this god forsaken town??

the music is blaring,
hard, fast and loud
it's to drown out the sound
of the stories swirling in my head
and my heartbeat pounding
to be let out of my chest

i'm hitting every green light
cause the gods love me (today)

fast,faster the wheels turn:
on my car,
in my mind
and the screeching of tires
the soul is burnt out

see the flames rise up out of me
into the morning smoggy LA sky...........................

The Dream of Humans

however awkward this my seem

however dissatisfied life can be

however we walk through the pain

that life sometimes lays upon us

we are all simply living in a dream.

when your heart explodes

with hate or love

know that you are dreaming this.

when people shoot poisonous words

to defeat their own self hatred

know that you are dreaming this.

the dream of humans

is a bubble we live in.

we live our lives

according to the power of words

because words carry massive weight:

they can build or destroy.

and so much of what we do

how we feel

who hurts us, and who loves us

can hook our attention

by casting spells

with their words.

words aimed with good intentions

is magic.

words aimed and loaded with fear,hate,or gossip

is black magic.

the mind is a 

fertile ground

from which words

get planted,

take shape

and grow into

ideas

that get spoken

and become actions.

use your words wisely

because the dream of humans

is a fragile one...

personal freedom is gained

when you realize

that we are all living inside our dream worlds

what you feel,think,do

is entirely all your own.

like being born and dying:

those experiences belong to you

and only you.

same as the path you walk in,

in this life:

your dream world.

know this

and you will be set free.

(The Four Agreements)

-GB

love / hate

Things I really love:

coffee in the morning

Music and finding new bands

friends with open minds & endless creativity

Chimay

SHOES

new places, new faces

exotic food

food. ha

making people laugh

writing

breaking rules

love (who doesn't?)

records

tarot cards

mystery

flirting

dancing

I hate:

judgemental people

bondage

tight clothes

lots of makeup

rules

conventional thinking

dating

wallflowers

flakiness

periods

August

hipsters

Once I was told

remember,
when searching for truth

it is a lot like love:

elusive.

Like This.

He has an italian wife.

They speak lovingly towards one another

she calls him amour

and he scolds her softly

but she cooks 

and smells the house up

with garlic, tomato sauce, warm bread.

she cleans

tends to the children

makes sure he is fed and happy.

she looks like

she needs a good night's rest

after a big plate of pasta.

the children cry

and she soothes them

with an italian accented, "Come here"

She is the pure essence

of what it means to be a woman:

intuitive, naturally graceful under pressure, loving

and knows what it takes to keep her man happy.

but he is

the pure essence of what it means to be a man:

strong, protective, and secure.

my heart swells at their marriage

and breaks

at the same time.