a time to be merry

as the clouds relaxed
the rain fell down from the sky
and the earth turned green

I create stories
in my head where I save you.
my grand delusions.

sleep well.

quit playing slacker
the tree said we all must take
and we all must give

breakfast of champions

I hate soggy cereal. The only way I can properly enjoy it is when I eat cereal, I throw a handful in my mouth which is followed by a swig of milk in order in ensure wonderful crunchiness in each and every single bite. I like crunchy things.

omgzombies

they stagger about
but disturbed by a slight noise
the Horde awakens.



I had too much fun playing Left 4 Dead thursday night with my friends.

sick. physically sick.
stuffy nose and a sore throat
but the air is crisp.

back, back, waay back

I am falling back
to step away from the lens
and to view the whole

akayo

trees reaching slowly
to face the brialliant sun
are thwarted by clouds.

light-oh

If someone wished for perpetual happiness, what would it look like?
I'd say nothing, it's not possible.


The leaves have fainted
some trees are bald like old men.
gnarled knobs and fog.

how now brown cow.

How many times must I fail before learning the error of my ways?
So far the count is two
and it seems poised like some demonic exponential function to keep going
up and up
and up
with no limit but infinity
but I hold the key to close the door.

?

Why? Because God calls to be set apart from this world. to be living sacrifices.

dripping and dropping
goes an army millions strong.
I love h two oh.

spoken word

I went to a poetry slam event last night and ir rocked my world seeing these guys that made their living going around the country speaking epic words that tugged at the mind and soul.

can't seem to focus

the wind is racing
spreading the leaves everywhere
while my mind is lost.

why

I found I have an aversion to anything Catherine Hepburn or anything by Georgia O'Keefe. Hepburn I understand why, it was because her image was used in a poor stencil showing at a Barnes and Noble, so it makes me think of shoddy workmanship. As for O'Keefe, I don't know. I found myself cursing her work though in a poster shop today.

no one wants to die alone

green post it notes fall
but the words in pen remain.
they are immortal.

onward.

Kerouac had a lot of grand plans for the future, one of which included using money from a long waited advance on his novel to start up a farm share with Neal Cassady and his sister and her husband, and his (Jack's) mother. He finally got the money, but when the plan was enacted, it failed. Mother Kerouac wanted to go back to the east coast, the husband of his sister wanted to go back to the east coast, and everyone was disenchanted with the idea soon after it was in play.
I'm not even sure what I want to do with the rest of my time tonight.

engine in motion
with all its cogs and sprockets.
and the leaves then fell.

I'm going to be more bummed out if my camera won't work again than when I learned I tanked my midterm.

short story

There is a white room and in this room there is a red ball, bouncing. Now thanks to gravity, the ball's bounces lower and lower and lower until it is nearly at rest when suddenly it is scooped up by a boy and placed in his pocket.
The boy walks out the door and is blinded by the sun but only for a few seconds. Once he reorients himself, he walks towards the tree.
Now the tree is, how might you say this, --wise. It is sagacious. It bears the gnarled marks of age upon its trunk but also possesses the leaves and fruit of youth.
In front of the tree there is a hole no larger than a man's fist and the boy drops the red ball into the ground.
What happens next does not astonish the boy as the tree begins to bounce.
Up and down and up again but gravity keeps it from getting too high but even after a low bounce the earth shakes when the tree lands.
From the heights of the tree there is a snap and something falls breaking a tremendous amount of branches on the way down. With a great crash a girl lands on the ground in front of the boy, smiling. It was a fall that would've broken delicate china, but not her. A book falls next to her with a thud and it is bound in green leather and the cover closed with a wax seal. A pen then drops like a falling arrow into the earth and the tree says, Choose wisely my son.
Another boy wakes up, sweating.

Bison

I cannot do this anymore; and by this I mean writing on here because it has turned into something I did not want it to be.

I will return victorious but until then I am defeated.

Burt's Bees

castles and spaceships,
hanging water molecules.
it's the same thing: clouds.

I have a lot going for me that I do not capitalize on and last night it felt good when I did take the opportunity to use something that has been in my face all along, which was in the form of joining a small group.
A lot has been going on lately in my own little world, which is expanding by the day, much like the formation of a new planet. In my internet escapades I have ventured across a lot of wonderful illustrated art, and this idea to sketch out stuff is so appealing yet at the same time I hate to see what I draw and then reflect on what I have seen. It stems from the same tree that does not like to read my own writing but there is a bipolar element to it because at the same time I selfishly think how absolutely awesome I am or what I am doing is extremely independent or something and the only way to counter that is to tell myself I'm not and it's not and there is no middle ground. "I've just got to get myself over me."
There are definitely unselfish aspects of my life and that is generally how I interact with people but I'm sure most people face this same conundrum because otherwise I'm not sure how many of us would have so many friends but who needs fakers anyways if they can't handle the truth they should exit. I really need to think more than I am.
Currently streaming WQXR, a New York based classical music station.

DA

each cell to his own
as they differentiate
one by one by one.

Always deciding to play the devil's advocate in an argument is also a convenient way to mask your own beliefs or lack thereof. 

coincidences,
the chance landing of a seed.
emerging forest.

Today was great because my new camera, the Mamiya c330, introduced me to a guy I otherwise would probably not have met. We just chatted about photography and visions in a clothing store for a good 15 minutes and he told me that he's been on a break from shooting, and our chance meeting today coupled with some other event a few days ago has him leaning again towards putting his eye to the viewfinder and taking pictures once again.
I think I'm going to carry my camera around more often.

nalgene gracepoint

shovels against earth,
much like roots of the cactus
don't go very deep.

Ha I can't always take myself so seriously I'd go insane. I like writing deep things at one time only to come back later and find them funny although it may be the mark of a good writer that the words are able to stand against time but what the heck I'm the author and my feelings change constantly.

walking down the street...

I had the unfortunate experience tonight of having someone else's urine being thrown upon me. To give a fair account, it was spread out pretty well between the 7 of us which were walking together but still it was unpleasant. I was more amazed than angered simply at the sheer stupidity of doing that because it was by a guy and there were girls with us and I find that to be very disrespectful. We were carrying a bookcase too. Ah whatever. I really hope no one else has to experience that, but if you do, I'm sorry. I really just laugh about it now because that's all I can really do about it. No point in holding a grudge over it, I mean urine is pretty sterile anyways, right? If it had stained my RVCA jeans though...it would be a different story...

the rock that is time

truth's not absolute.
like how trees can lose their leaves
so too does it change.

I think if anything this is a generalization, and as to any such wide assumption there are exceptions to it. The Word of God would be an example of an absolute truth in my world and that of many other people, and outside of that there are not many other things so concrete and so defined. Sometimes I get an idea in my head and pursue it with a reckless abandon because I think, no, I know, that it is true, yet only to find after I have failed numerous times it is false and I was doing something wrong. Each man in his own world builds his own truths, and rarely can we find bridges between worlds that exist on a plane of mutual agreement.

five syllables

imagination.
you would be very dull if
i lacked on of these.


It's fun to make up stories for people you see walking on the street or just laying about crashed out on a couch in the library. I was just walking around today reading things and taking them in my brain was just firing off thoughts like the Governator and his cronies in Predator in the jungle and I think to myself now, how dull it would be to not have an imagination. I am grateful for it.

to the ends of the earth

my thoughts are a thrift store,
a collection of odd things,
few with much value.


on another note i will be belatedly celebrating my 50th post by enjoying a nice caffeinated beverage by myself tomorrow.
I am not one to place a lot of value on myself, but there are times when I think I am better than someone else. I see these guys chasing after girls that are way better than they are but at the same time I am like them. We are all drawn to things that are greater than us in any sense at all and attractions to the opposite sex are no different. I think it is a staple, like those in my back, something that holds loose ends together, this idea that someone else is better than yourself, that you are worthy of serving them and loving them but are honored to be loved in return. this manifests itself in all relationships in which the feelings are of mutual affection. How am I better than those other guys? My intentions of dating (or lack thereof)? The fact I'm in a four year college? I don't know. What I do know is that the personalities click.
My thoughts may be incoherent but I refuse to go back and change them because they make sense to me.

re di di di doo

butterflies flutter
trees are rooted in the ground
oh, i like fire!

I have problems paying attention in class even though I kind of want to learn because the classes I have are legitimately interesting.

tired

the weary beavers
crawled into their little dam
to call it a night.

the cape of no return

the fog slowly fades
as the morning sun rises.
still, nothing is seen.


I'm still home but already I'm starting to miss people and just going through people's online profiles and seeing their pictures makes me a bit sad that I cannot interact with them as I once did, I am now an online entity, a voice on a phone line. People know who they are, and I love them dearly, and you will be sorely missed.
However,

I am looking forward to the new faces and new places though.

shenanigans

when the smog's heavy
and the sun cannot be seen,
the trees cannot breathe.


Yes, punctuation can be bent as to make the meter requirements.

Currently there are 160 polaroid shots residing in my house, and I am very excited to see how they shall evolve.

There was also a very lovely dinner last night.

And beware, I might take a picture of you.

Business

"I cursed myself for being surprised, that this didn't play like it did in my mind."

Taken from a song but I thought it summed up well how I was feeling. Emphasis on was.
The URL at the end of this post will take you to a page that briefly chronicles some of the most important journeys in history, and it is a possibility that one day my name will be added to the list.

Hoooonk. the deep horn blows
over the cries of people.
The boat is leaving.

http://awesome.goodmagazine.com/features/011/Wanderlust/

ill?

I want to see the Aurora Borealis in PERSON. RIGHT NOW.

closetevilmastermind

I will keep walking
on the roads they keep paving.
will I enjoy it?

The answer is no, not always. The "they" in this can have many meanings. For me, it represents my parents and God. My parents want me to go to college (which coincides with what I want) and then there is the other plan of which I don't know too much about.
Debate on free will anyone? Just kidding. I choose not to go there. At least not this time. It's in the AM.
I'm a little anxious about leaving. I know that I'll be back in the area, but still. its quite symbolic in the area that I am now an independent (mostly) person because I am being bankrolled which sort of dictates what I do but not really but back to the point it feels weird that I won't be able to see certain people face to face so don't mind if I stare at faces this week i'm just trying to take everything in before diving into the pool and no it's not creepy considering the alternative is I just turn away and pretend I'm talking on a phone. It's actually polite to look people in the eye when talking with them. I have a tendency to look around which probably makes me look like a liar or something maybe a tweak not sure but I can get worked up around people and when I get in my car i just wonder wow why was I doing that i feel like I was very loud when in reality most people ask me to speak up because I mumble and kind of go on and on

In Response

to the reader comment on my last post, I would have to say, "Yes dear reader, I agree with you because fairs in general are giant voids in my humble opinion."
And I made my own round of thrift stores today because it seemed like a grand idea after I read about it in this great blog but didn't find anything for myself. And I got disk 4 of season 3 of the office from a nice Youth Pastor.


the bird is falling
after climbing from the nest.
but wait! it can fly.

aiiee.

dime for a dozen
cried the street vendor in vain,
and he sold the best.


I can't imagine having to make you day to day life selling things on the street to people that usually aren't too busy just scared to step out of their shells for once. one, i don't like the prospect of having to deal face to face with people to sell initially, two i would get bored sitting on the street like that and you can't really do something else but read maybe because then people might steal your stuff but I would be very well read because when i want I can crank through books.

505

the mountain lake rests,
basking in the morning light.
the waters are calm.


I have a lot to be thankful for and in no particular order:
Fantastic friends
family
faith
a path
no real direction
a brain.

wheeze

the train is moving
and the whistle is blowing.
it's time to move on.

and so in the story of my life, a certain chapter has finished, one wrought with much uncertainty and emotional stress but also a lot of excellent memories. Perhaps more will be written one day, but for now, it is closed.
Almost 12 days before I move out.

the prestige

alas it is no more and not to be for now or probably evermore

the wild flower,
if only for a season,
was lovely and pure.

I'm not sure what I did.

soft serve

above the soft fog
I awoke on a mountain.
then I descended.

camped out at the Willem's (sp) ranch for the night back in the hills and it was a lot of fun with lot of shooting stars and airplanes and great discussions and jokes

NYC YA DIG

the heart doesn't stop
so the blood's always flowing
and the city lives.

beaut

i can't think of a haiku right now but do you ever get the feeling that you missed a chance to see something truly beautiful? like it was there but you weren't paying attention to it?
My answer is yes.

flowers bloom each day
and despite no one watching,
they're captivating.

that took a few minutes so you can't call me a liar.

the boy who blocked his own shot

the trees are so close,
sunlight can't reach underneath
where the young ones grow.

different names for the same thing

the sound of nature
lulls the animals to sleep
but keeps men alert.


things can be interpeted in different ways by different people all in accordance to how they view the world. I, for example, like "emo" music but it does not mean i suffer from some sort of debilitating sadness. Similarly I listen to screamo, but it does not mean in any way that I am always angry and hate the world.



*(title by DCFC)

direction and time

dandelion seed,
guided by the aimless wind,
knows not where it goes.


I want to ask people if I am doing the right thing because I really have no clue but is there an answer that would satisfy me? That would somehow put things into perspective in a new and revealing way? I don't think so.

the old man holds his
cards so darn close to his chest
i can't see a thing.

ahhhh i really need to relax and pray and read.
the waiting is killing me though.

brave little toasters
foraging into new lands
adventure awaits

the tree stands silent,
basking in the morning light.
ants scurry below.


I really like the line basking in the morning light, as it was a caption for my picture and i'm unsure if it was intentional or not that it has seven syllables to it.

crackpot unicorn
wishes he could fly up there
with ol' Pegasus

you suck at photardshop

If you like my haikus, you may like my photographs.
Maybe not all of them, but I'm hoping a few.

flickr.com/1337bp

Dead Rising

zombies ate his brains
zombies devoured his flesh
zombies rescued him.


Inspired by the video game.

desert

camel has its hump,
cacti store water in leaves.
I'm always thirsty.

rock and stone

standing by the wall
the stones do not notice him.
they have defied time.



I look at work other photographers have done that is on the net and I wonder, what new ideas can I bring to this field when so much has already been done?
If that's not a challenge, I don't know what is.

the light caught his eye
and the camera was pulled out
an hour ago

tree

forever it said
and the tree withdrew its face.
forever i'm here.

Now I feel like a bit of a bitch for bringing it up but it eased my conscience.

bzzzzz I do not like how I have a tendency to overreact to things and overthink them and reach unreasonable conclusions even though they may be true.

the squirrel jumps up,
he is up high in the sky.
A hawk snatches him.

out of touch

I can barely see her
as we stand atop mountains
across the oceans.


Maybe less contact is better for now but I'm afraid I may discover otherwise in hindsight someday.

fade in, fade out, the
days move on their own power.
time will never stop.

Started Naruto: Shippuden.
xD as all the nerdy ones would write.

small ships on the sea
bob and weave through the waves.
small dots from the shore.

flight of the conchords.
you could be an air hostess
but in the sixties

two oh eight means me.
two oh eight doesn't mean much.
it's just a number.

I am more than that though, I just like the haiku.

eastern promises

the bird with two heads
cannot decide where to go,
so he sits and waits.


Not sure how to think but my thoughts don't really emerge in the form of an action because it wouldn't always be good people would get offended but if they are my friend it shouldn't be too bad but sometimes it is the people closest to you that cause most pain.

back

missed another day,
one hundred degree heat sucks.
miss talking to her

it's true, not lame. Spent the night in the dorms at Bizzerkeley as the older generations call it.

the volcano waits,
dormant, it wants to hold back.
it just might explode.


bitterness anger jealousy
in a grammatical sense those words don't belong together but they aptly describe my emotions that are being toyed with but its no ones fault really because who am I to blame another for uncertainty but still its like water boarding and all i want to do is talk chat get some coffee i don't know and I don't care just spending time is all but i can't cross that line I can't interfere with what you want to do. i want to yell "just let me have her!" and be done with this waiting game but her intentions are pure. when i compare myself to him i feel like i have nothing to offer, yet I feel like I have something to offer the world, but in my thought life she is my world. thought about that line for awhile and its weird putting it down but whatever there is truth to it.

black black black black black
down down up up down up down
I assume the worst.

and its true whenever something doesn't go through like a phone call I think, oh, the person probably doesn't want to talk with me even though it's more likely they didn't hear the alert or their phone is in another room. i want to be furious but I can't so instead I fret and wait.
pray. that's what I need to do.

i was on the road
and golden hills flew right by.
this shall be my home.


I'm about 30 minutes south of Berkeley so i'm not quite there but I feel close and I am excited.

too much or too little is the question

atlas cannot win,
trees cannot grow forever.
i cannot think well.

every once in awhile i question myself and ask if i am trying to hard, if what i'm doing is ok or am i really pushing the envelope too far. Usually this pertains to people, my friends, and if I am trying too hard to earn their respect and whatnot. I can stop myself though because i know that they still love me in everything I do, but i still get scared that i might just be flat out annoying or stupid. These thoughts don't take me very far though, and i begin the trek in the other direction. I am loved. I have been graced. it seems so easy to write in this state, like i could go on forever but I'm not i am going to get some sleep, its late and I have a long week ahead.

zzzz went the poor bee.
with only one wing he flys
in endless circles.

i'm somewhat of a fan of stream of consciousness writing and this haiku falls along those lines as does my journal for the most part because i don't think people are going to read it so it doesn't always make sense to correct my mistakes or go back on something because its there ad should be there for posterity's sake.

not quite the fourth

fireworks fade fast.
many colors, flashing lights
i cannot relate.

We are on this planet for a short time in the grand scheme of things, yet when people say "I want to go out with a bang" I'm thinking please, calm down, relax, go on a vacation or something. Take the sun for example, it burns continuously, yet it still flares from time to time but it continues to burn bright. Another example is a strobe light, flashing on and off like it's on crack. And for a third example, look at a flash bang grenade, it is simply thrown, and boom bang bing there is a bright flash that blinds all around and then oh my goodness it is gone. It lived its life as a meager flash bang grenade, was deployed once, and then useless. Life has its ups and downs, but there can still be consistency in it, like faith in God. I want to live my life with that being a constant, something always to guide me and burn bright for a very long time.
Anyways, since I missed the actual 4th, I'll make another post later.
Four days in and I already missed a day. Bust.

vegetation, like myself.

sitting in the dark
the withered greens can't mature.
they need light to grow.

This is I know is true.

Yes, I've worn short shorts.
Bright bright green against white legs,
I did not get tan.

Lacking proper inspiration and in a tired state I made something up that I think is kind of silly and it is a true story. You know those booty shorts bands sometimes sell at concerts? I bought some for myself as a joke and wore them at Hume Lake for the super spirit day with some old man sunglasses. I'll post a pic of those later if anyone cares, to appease the eager minds of my reading audience which is probably a million strong and growing every single day. The words "jealous torture" have been stuck in my head for awhile now and I recognize it as a snippet from one of the newer Panic at the Disco songs but I don't know any other lyrics or the song name and its driving me a wee bit crazy but I'll have to wait until tomorrow to find out but just kidding I found the cd and now will quell my thoughts so I bid you goodnight!

day two

A ship wrecks at sea.
Dark clouds on the horizon.
Sorry, no survivors.


Trying to be more positive.

Gah.

I had a blog and then it magically was deleted so I am starting over.

Procrastination.
Why write a haiku today
when I can tonight?

There it is. The beginning of what I hope to be a haiku a day.

In other news, I am very confused and frustrated emotionally.