Clear Street

Street lights were dim
Warm summer night’s air
I pull you in
Lightly through your hair
Wind lists and sighs

Who knew who could tell
Perchance to meet
That was before I kissed you
Kissed you on Clear Street

We sat together
Yet were so far apart
Smelled of new lavender
Felt a stirring in my heart
As you looked at me

The world has stopped spinning
And I can’t seem to breathe
Haven’t taken a breath
Since I kissed you at Clear Street

Now I hold you close
You whisper in my ear
We touch nose to nose
As I listen and hear
The summers night around us

Remember when
I called you my sweet
We held and we talked
Remember Clear Street?

Living in the west

It's just like Philmont out here, in those mountains. Cool nights, bright mornings, and rainy afternoons. After it rains, it smells like the ocean. Clean and salty. It gets just hot enough to warm the bones after a long winter, and yet, the mountain tops bring a cool breeze to the valley. I don't feel like there is a grey area here like there was in the Ruby Mountains. Here it's defined exactly who you are. For or against your values, not matter what they are. The further you get from the mountains, it seems that they're a painted facade, but perhaps that's the dust in the air. The closer you get, the more you can see, the more real they become. You can see their imperfect perfection in stunning detail. And no matter where you stand, sage, lilac, lavender, rose, juniper, or any other vine or flower that gives a scent, permeates everything, to where there is always a new scent, a new discovery. This place isn't a desert. It's a valley. A paradisacal mountain valley. That's why they settled here.

The Best of Us

You know how people tell you you're the best? I was told that today, and I said, "Y'know, I'm always the best. It's just some days I don't always realize it." My friend then said, "Perhaps that's the problem we all have."

How we are

I was pondering about this recently, and I wonder. Why is it do we keep struggling to live? Why do we keep going, against all odds? It seems to me that it is against our nature as a race to give up. We stay the course because we honestly lose our humanity if we give up. What happens when we do? We become one of two things, a vegetable, motionless and non responsive. As we idly sit the world passes us by. Or we become an animal, and lose our humanity. We stop caring about other lives, our own life, and become dangerous and confused. I guess thats why they call a man a couch potato. So we keep striving and straining, so as to not lose who we are. Would the world be a better place if we all didn't give up? On ourselves or each other?

I may just be a little odd

I visited the ghetto Wal Mart on 9th recently (DON'T JUMP TO CONCLUSIONS I KNOW WHAT GHETTOMARTS LOOK LIKE) looking for materials for another batch of yet again culinary amazingness, and I grabbed a cart. Instantly my mind thought two things. This gum is stale and why am I not wearing a helmet? What was my subconcious telling me? Get a running start and jump into the buggy? (As my floridian friend would call it) After spitting out the gum my mind pondered on one thing. Am I the only one that thinks this?

The Letter

Dear Balrog,
You shall not pass.
Love,
Gandalf
xoxoxoxo



Dear Gandalf,
WAAARARRRGGHHHHBOOORUUURRRGHHHROOOOOAAARRRR
Love,
Balrog
xoxoxoxo