Jonathan Gonzalez I am taken back.To a time when all that existed was loud nights, rainy weather and winding roads.Where only one thing mattered.Where we went to get away.Where it only took one road to get there.And this song on the radio.These songs on our radio.To find ourselves and everything we had never seen before.And sweetie I … Read more
As the rain falls off the edges of the lamp posts, the leaves right under twirl in a dance with the wind. And the trees wave at me as if to calm. And as these tear drops lightly shower my windshield I know that everything’s okay. That it will all be okay. My lights are … Read more
Once upon a time, in a land far away from here, lived a giant on top a of a hill. He oversaw the villages and the cities and all that stood still. He was bigger than everyone. He yelled louder than all of them. The giant was in charge of clouds, the rains, and the … Read more
And as quick as the stars fly they circle me and zoom around me! All too quickly I see all that I had been missing. The message too meaningful for words. But simply stated says, “Look at what’s ahead. Afraid and alone are behind you.” Cries of boredom. Sad tales of the lonesome. And they … Read more
If I could take this excess life and harness it then you wouldn’t sleep thirsty tonight. Where I live there is such a thing as too much good. You can find it on the ground or in the wrong colored trash bin. I’d take this infernal machine and blow it up with its own blood … Read more
There are places in the world where the lights don’t work. Places where money’s worse than tight. There are places where the rain never pours. Where they don’t eat or sleep at night. All for our designer clothes. All for a nation on designer drugs. Places where the citizens kill to learn. Not shoot up … Read more
And it seems the truth of it all means that we are all liars. And the liars always have the most beautiful smiles. How else can they hide honesty? Hearts are all the same. Yours no different than mine. But it’s how we choose to act on it all that makes us… us. If trust is like … Read more
Where did it go? …whatever was holding me up? I don’t feel. The sky’s still blue and the trees sway while the wind pushes life around the air. But where’s that purpose and reason? …the door opener to the skies? I still see the beauty. I just can’t feel it.
Farther back, it looks. What a perspective. The lights are little raindrops of life on a desert city of death. Our city: buildings planted into our hills like sticks in dirt. But they’re so alive. They dance to a beat// The beat here ticks a little faster. The clocks are pushed ahead, their hands tied … Read more
And you’re a glimmer of hope. Like a light at the end of the tunnel. And maybe I’m sorry? Because there’s not much holding me back anymore from getting my hands dirty. Thoughts and ideals are cute for show. In practice they become strained and difficult. But that never mattered ’till now. And I’m at … Read more