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  • She made the music...

    Current mood:full

    …and when I saw her make it; it was beautiful.

    The scene was full of random, anonymous people. Various men watched her with drinks in their hands, designer clothes on their backs and goggling eyes that anticipated every move she made, they yearned to touch her. But only two really mattered; mine. As I watched her move her hands, as if painting a picture on an invisible canvas, the whole mood changed. The random people were gone, the music was absent and I was captured in her Polaroid picture. And when the flash of light came and went she danced in slow motion; graceful and plentiful. She ruled the floor; she owned the audiences' eyes as she took them and planted them in the air. So beautiful she was; her body outline, her frame was perfect in every way of health and endurance. She was built to dance. She was made to be seen. To captivate those who would feel envious and esteem. She became a glowing angel; the beacon of light. Her moves were paramount to life at that moment. She created the moon and the sun with every sway. It seemed she was conducting the music to her every whim, with every beat and melody, it was hers to own. And as if in heaven and hell there was a great clash, with that kind of momentum, she was gone.

  • ONE LAST CRY or MY FUNNY 4TH OF JULY

    I remember it was summer school time at good ol' Florin High School. It was my sophomore year. Junior year was coming but I had to take some classes to satisfy unit requirements. Walking across the quad I saw the most fantastic girl I have ever seen. She looked like a movie star. She was nothing like the other girls I've seen at Florin. She moved in slow motion. Her name was Laura. She was light skinned with green eyes and long flowing hair, nice slender body with T & A (more T than A). She went to Florin because her all girls private school did not have a summer school program. Man, I was in love; well puppy love at first sight. I'm usually hesitant about talking to girls but I had to holler at her. I couldn't miss this opportunity. So I got her number, I even remember the little note she gave me with her number saying something like "call me this weekend, love, Eyes". The cool part about it was she was digging me too. Never had a girl I was digging, whom I thought was "the one", like me back; all I ever had were crushes and infatuations, friends. So we talked on the phone that weekend for hours, til the break of dawn. I don't even remember what we babbled about verbatim but you know how those high school B.S. conversations go. I think we actually did the "you hang up, no you hang up" routine at the end; corny I know but we were kids in puppy love. After that convo it was on. I couldn't wait to see her that Monday, never wanted to go to school so bad in my life.

    That 4th of July holiday my friend was having a get together at his house. She was going to come and all my friends, who I was hanging around with at the time, were gonna be there. So I get there early to help out and hang out, anticipating her to come. All of a sudden one of my friends tells me "she" has arrived. She looked so cute in her shorts (or was it a skirt?). When she came in I was in the back yard talking to my friend and helping out with stuff so when she came thru I acknowledged her from a far with a nod and continued to work/talk. I guess this didn't sit well with her. My whole idea was I was going to hang/help out wit my boys in the day but kick it with her during nightfall; young and dumb idea. I didn't share this with her, so maybe she thought I wasn't stuntin her anymore or ignoring her on purpose but she began talking to my boy Phil, who would always bring up how fine she was on occasion to me, so rather he was hollering at her. Basically by the end of the night my plans were foiled by my crush influenced friend because when I asked if she wanted to go do something when night had fell she told me she was going to do something with Phil. I was stunned and baffled. What the hell is she talking about? I sat on one of the benches, be side myself. I never understood girls at that point or maybe I was just on my own penis so much that I knew I had her, wrong. But then again she lied to me and made me feel like she was digging me. If we were adults, more communication would have occurred but I'm sure in our young minds we both assumed shit and therefore never hooked up again after that night.

    Well I went home early after that. My boys were urging me to stay but I couldn't take it. My heart was broken, by Laura's and Phil's' deception. In the playa's guide I couldn't really hate, but in the friendship hand book of etiquette I thought that was wrong of Phil. When I got home, back then we had this TV program called the BOX where people could call in to watch the videos they wanted to see. Well for some crazy reason Brian McKnight's One Last Cry played like 8 times in a row that night. I teared up for a minute, listening to this song over and over again, but that was it. I moped around the house for the rest of that weekend, examining that 4th of July; my "should have dones" and "should not have dones".

    The next school day I saw Phil and Laura holding hands, Phil works fast. I hid in the bathroom to avoid them. I can not explain the pain I felt in my chest (or maybe I can). It felt like someone actually went thru my chest with their hand, pumped my heart faster and faster, squeezed it, pulled it out and put it back in but upside down. I started to get hot and sweaty and angry.

    Me and Phil would get rides from our friend Benny from school. I would have to sit there by the guy I used to call "friend"; I gave him the silent treatment. I remember one time he told me something to the effect of "me and Laura are together so that's something your going to have to get over but I still want to be friends." I thought that was B.S. and insensitive. I still gave him the silent treatment. I never talked to Laura ever again after that. I didn't think she was worth my time for doing something so scandalous; for being a liar, a deceiver. In fact it made me sick every time I saw her or heard her voice.

    Epilogue.

    I eventually got over it after maybe 3 or 4 months. Phil and I rekindled our friendship, but I did look at him in a different way from then on, I could only trust him so much. So how do u get over one girl who stepped on your heart? By dating a bunch of girls. This jump started my playa playa mode. I figured if girls were so easy to shift gears and be stupid I would treat them as such. I took my anger and hurt out on them and dated; a lot. Went to a lot of high school games and malls and just collected numbers. This attitude quickly deflated after high school, but the playa playa mode remained, having more girls was just funner.

    But the pattern of close friends dating my "leftovers" would continue through out my career (another story or stories). And my pattern of being hurt and betrayed would continue. But one thing I'm glad I didn't do was stop trying to find "the one". I figured eventually one of these girls would meet my standards. So far not so good.

  • PLANETS ARE GOING TO COLLIDE

    Current mood:optimistic

    Are those Saturn's rings around your fingers?

    Did you leave those footprints on Mars?

    That's your tattoo in the form of crop circles, isn't it?

    You put the twinkle in the stars

    I blast forth just to look back at what I left behind

    To see that I am moving, leaving the track

    Tracks that were laid by the immigrant

    Well I got my passport and found my saint

    Glory, glory, hallelujah in me

    My hands hover over the land so I can see

    I ate the forbidden fruit; it had an aftertaste

    I sleep with one eye open so my dreams are misplaced

    I sought out that one dream, but it escaped

    Next time that door opens I won't hesitate

    When salt waters massage beach shores

    That's when I know, I know that I'm home, home with you

    The BISHOP

  • Possessions Possessing the Possessor

    The master and slave issue.

    My things vs. me. I remember thinking to myself I can't move anywhere because moving all my stuff would be such a hassle. I could never move out of my dad's crib unless I moved into another house as opposed to an apartment. So I waited til I was 23 when I moved out, not because I got a house but because I just had enough, I needed my independence. I remember almost going to Arizona to go to art school but I was so concerned with my stuff (and money) and what to do with it, I decide not to go; IDIOT! I just wasn't thinking; plus I was scared, maybe I wasn't ready.

    I think about how my laptop and my hard drives are like my kids. If I ever lost them I would be lost. But if that ever did occur I always said that I would go to NY or MIA and just start all over, extreme I know but it sounds exciting to me. I mean what do I got to lose? Nothing. My DJ stuff, all my music would be gone so…I say, even, move to England and start over.

    I think maybe that would be good for me. To get rid of my entire anchor, I would be free. Free of worrying about storage space, of carrying anything. When I travel I just want to have a back pack and my guitar case. Cliché I know but its just one of my dreams. Maybe when the world is about to end I'll do that. I'll Mad Max it; I don't think that's too far fetched.

    The world's spiraling down. Morbid, maybe, but whatever man. And I'm not even in a depressed state or anything. I just think the future is gonna be very surprising and depressing. All those movies about the future that depicted the actions of humans and the human psyche - right on point. We will destroy each other and the Earth is just an innocent bystander. In a way we are slaves to ourselves. We poison ourselves with fast food, we are obsessed with material items and we embrace the smoke screen of name brands and getting more money when you're already living comfortably. We always want more, more, more. The word "humble" is "pac maned" by "extravagance" because of what we see the rich have on TV. We want to be like them. So we live beyond our means. We buy things we really don't need; and for what? So someone else can see us in that Mercedes or that Versace suit and Tiffany diamond ring? Come on, wake up weaklings.

    Turn off the TV and throw away your material objects that bog you down. Live humble and save some money and go see the world, before we annihilate it. Go ahead, I'll wait. (I know you won't do it, I'm not gonna either. Nice thought though, right? Sike; Taiwan, Hawaii and Guam in 2009/2010, bitches.)

    So, I am a slave to my possessions. As long as I know it and I'm not in denial about it I am content with it. One day I really will be free and I will roam, I will be that nomad, voyager, explorer. As long as I have my asthmas pump; wait, DOH!

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