Friday, September 3, 2010

Splashing Into The Big Apple.


I step unto the island once again. My childhood memories graze the back corners of my mind. In hopes to regain this past time part of my life, I look up to the lady of liberty, searching. Yet her expression remains the same, as if time hadn't even inflected a single etch of a wrinkle in her copper physique. Therefore, I continue onward from the Statue to the bigger shores of the citadel itself, The Big Apple... New York New York.

I did cross the Brooklyn Bridge and walked the streets of Manhattan. I did my shopping, as any person passing through does. In all respect and honor to those who worked in the medical deluge that followed a pointed political war, I glimpsed the flattened Ground Zero and visited the city battery - otherwise known as Battery Park. Which houses a reminder of the two looming towers that I recall from my youth. It strikes me as odd that our society would turn this revealed mask of tradegy into a tourist attraction, but such is history and historical geolocations all around the world. I cannot fathom that it would take something on this scale involving the general public to lay more shroud on the facts of what actually had occurred and the events that our government partook in leading up to it. Most undeniably, even to this day half of the general public do not know the truths behind this war. And more unfortunately, half of the outside world does not know that the States' media is biased and government engaged.

Indeed I do not follow such biased bologny, "we only tell you what we want you to hear". I remember as a young child realizing the truth behind the media. I had heard a great truth in the matter of a day, not partaining to war - but to archeology itself. How, in the western states I grew up in, archeologists had uncovered human male footprints along side dinosaur's footprints. Then a few years afterwards the particular finding that T-Rex was not a carnivore at all, but in fact an herbavore. To my excited archeology minded brain, these finds were of great significance. Within 24 hours all trace of these reports by the media vanished. Someone somewhere obviously did not want to rewrite history, let alone school books. I knew then media was a a farce, and honestly have not paid attention to it since. And as I stand here now in front of Grand Central Station, I can't help but realize this once known city is truly just another prop in a Hollywood movie, a set if you will.

Enjoying it for what is is worth, at face value. The dirty truths are not reflected in the clean streets and outward appearance. It is interesting to think that there in those alleyways and streets actually were the dawns of American culture. A cultural melting pot of persons from the entire globe - all searching for the same thing...
respect, freedom, and a dream.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=akvu1AOnUIw
(Who Says - John Mayer)

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

What Defines Alone?

Today someone walked up to me and sat down fairly close. As they were making their directed deployment in the seat (as to leave a empty chair in between us), this gentleman says to me,

"I will sit here because you look alone."


The phrase caught me by surprise, and not caring about who or what had taken place I echoed the word "Alone" outloud. As it slowly formed against my voicebox and exited my lips, I then looked to the man sitting in the second chair to my left and replied,

"Alone is a sad word."


I think the person was just in awe about my remark as I was with his greeting and replied,

"Indeed it is."


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wjyi0hW7pCo
(They Dance Alone - Sting)


Alone: Pronunciation - \ə-ˈlōn\, Function - adjective, adverb
Date:

13th century
1: separated from others
2: exclusive of anyone or anything else
3: considered without reference to any other

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Smelling The Flowers.


The scent of living elsewhere...
When there it seems so clear, but here...
Here trying to find clarity is difficult.
Everything is pristine there,
and here I try to reason with what happened
and can't come up with anything.

The room, the hidden room...
The vault, the fight.
And you...
Someone familiar.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PorW3y5n1w
(Something Good Can Work - Two Door Cinema Club)

Friday, August 27, 2010

Back To Logic.


I find myself free from work, not out of work. I still hold my job and value the return to it when I am steeled. But I was forced on a sick leave due to injury at the beginning of this summer. During that time frame I got fed up with my surroundings and decided to take a push off shores in a different direction. This unexpected was surely a higher understanding's way of slowing me down to smell the flowers. Possibly somewhere along the way I had forgotten how to live? I took it as good fortune, along with prodding to go deeper. The year so far leading up to it has left me with questions, wounds, wandering, and as spoken before - missing something I don't even know how to attain. So I would turn my leave of absence into a vacation, even going as far as to say sabbatical. In which I have made use of 5 months in seeing part of the world.

In search of whatever it was that was missing, I am not even sure I found it. Let alone that anything was missing to begin with.
Maybe I have overlooked something?

Going back to the beginning is a good place to start. Therefore, I must r
etrace the waterways of my childhood past. Hoping to find something, not sure, not knowing.

The next few journal entries are a venture within my adventure, in hopes of discovery. This is where I begin. I am not sure how many times I will begin again, but here and now this is my
return to logic.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=se5TKgE2M1Q

(Video: Tron / Behind The Wheel - Depeche Mode Remix)

Monday, August 23, 2010

Time Spiraling.


Time spiraling. I feel...
I feel, wanting, not knowing.
Reckless, longing.
Touching, moments, connection.
Don't stop, don't look back.
Crystal tears, crystalized in time.
That tune, as it sings to your soul.
This is me, this is me in this time.
Moving forward and parellel.
These encounters leave me feeling.
Description does not equal it,
Words cannot complete;
The thought process that awakens.
Where does it find me?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X8rCgEFDSJI
(Take It Easy - William Hut)

Saturday, August 21, 2010

What Defines A Sabbatical?

Admiraling the seas off the Jersey Shore.
Beginning in laying down...
Laying all emotion, all thought on the sandy bottom.

Closing hatches, new portholes open.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JlgNFwoApec
(Video: Mansard Roof - Vampire Weekend)


Sabbatical: Pronunciation - \sə-ˈba-ti-kəl\, Function - noun, adjective
Date:
First Use 1599
1 : of or relating to a sabbatical year
2 : leave
3 : a break or change from a normal routine

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Shadow Puppets.


The strangest sinking feeling is when you are driving along and the clouds are racing just a foot of your speed. So it appears there is an arc shadow coming over you as you move forward.