My dream...

I have a dream, it smells like hot apple pie and feels like the frayed seems on an old baseball. My dream sounds like a John Philips Sousa march set to the explosion of fireworks. My dream is seen on a crisp fall evening when you can count your wishes on shooting stars. My dream tastes like a sweet kiss that brings butterflies into your stomach at the close of a first date.

I want to ride my dream like a surfer at Pipeline; barreling through its tube getting the ocean's mist on my face, seconds from getting caught in its hydraulic force then having the weight of the world fall squarely back on my shoulders.

I want my dream to run me into the ground; muscles cramping, lungs burning, out of breath and covered in the smell of determination, because my dream won't quit.

My dream is big enough where I don't have to choose, because no one choice can dictate forever. My dream evolves from simple to complex--it's anything and everything on a given day.

Damn it feels good to be a gangsta

yeah dat's right y'all...I be chillin' at the muthafuckin libary now cause I told my teach to peep dis shit. I says to his bitch ass "yo, I'm bout to raise up out dis mutha cause you know dat dis shit be mad snoozin." Punk ass bitch got so scared he bout dropped one in front of me. So's now I'm chillin wit my bitches at da libary where I's get all my shit done...cause you know dat da libary be da dopest spot wit mad books n'shit. Yeah you know, I like to kick it by sittin back, rollin a fat ass blunt and readin some muthafuckin Bill Shakespeare. He's ma dogg. Don't nobody flow like my man Bill--he got all da bitches. I peeped dat movie, In love wit Bill Shakespeare and shit wit dat hot blonde chicken head all up on his jock n'shit. Damn, you know dat's how da J-Man be flowin when he be trying to get in da honey's draws and I be smooth too. Barry White ain't got shit on dis honkey...just call me white chocolate cause baby you know I comes hard, correct and strong. It's about time for be to blow this bitch cause you know I gotsta be gettin my education on. I gotsta go deal wit dis wack as teach who think he know all about what I'm thinking 'n' shit--wull I say fuck dat shit. I jus might put some chrome to his honkey ass and see who knows shit bout shit. I peep y'all lata...

piece.

Not my words...

Security...what does this word mean in relation to life as we know it today? For the most part, it means safety and freedom from worry. It is said to be the end that all men strive for; but is security a utopian goal or is it another word for rut? Let us visualize the secure man; and by this term, I mean a man who has settled for financial and personal security for his goal in life. In general, he is a man who has pushed ambition and initiative aside and settled down, so to speak, in a boring, but safe and comfortable rut for the rest of his life. His future is but an extension of his present, and he accepts it as such with a complacent shrug of his shoulders. His ideas and ideals are those of society in general and he is accepted as a respectable, but average and prosaic man. But is he a man? has he any self-respect or pride in himself? How could he, when he has risked nothing and gained nothing? What does he think when he sees his youthful dreams of adventure, accomplishment, travel and romance buried under the cloak of conformity? How does he feel when he realizes that he has barely tasted the meal of life; when he sees the prison he has made for himself in pursuit of the almighty dollar? If he thinks this is all well and good, fine, but think of the tragedy of a man who has sacrificed his freedom on the altar of security, and wishes he could turn back the hands of time. A man is to be pitied who lacked the courage to accept the challenge of freedom and depart from the cushion of security and see life as it is instead of living it second-hand. Life has by-passed this man and he has watched from a secure place, afraid to seek anything better What has he done except to sit and wait for the tomorrow which never comes? Turn back the pages of history and see the men who have shaped the destiny of the world. Security was never theirs, but they lived rather than existed. Where would the world be if all men had sought security and not taken risks or gambled with their lives on the chance that, if they won, life would be different and richer? It is from the bystanders (who are in the vast majority) that we receive the propaganda that life is not worth living, that life is drudgery, that the ambitions of youth must he laid aside for a life which is but a painful wait for death. These are the ones who squeeze what excitement they can from life out of the imaginations and experiences of others through books and movies. These are the insignificant and forgotten men who preach conformity because it is all they know. These are the men who dream at night of what could have been, but who wake at dawn to take their places at the now-familiar rut and to merely exist through another day. For them, the romance of life is long dead and they are forced to go through the years on a treadmill, cursing their existence, yet afraid to die because of the unknown which faces them after death. They lacked the only true courage: the kind which enables men to face the unknown regardless of the consequences. As an afterthought, it seems hardly proper to write of life without once mentioning happiness; so we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?

-Hunter S. Thompson

words to live by

Walk with the dreamers, the believers, the courageous, the cheerful, the planners, the doers, the successful people with their heads in the clouds and their feet on the ground. Let their spirit ignite a fire within you to leave this world better than when you found it.

-Wilferd Peterson

A Flash in the Pan...

A moment. A brief something that inspires is all it takes to move someone.
Move them to write, to sing, teach, love, dance; to give form to their ideas in a way that makes them feel good.
So much in a moment. A moment has power; connections are made and lost in moments, where the world disappears and all you're left with is emotion; raw and naked, for that brief instance you're vulnerable and all you can hope for is a smile telling you that it's alright, that someone understands.