I get to watch you sleep as time eases by slowly.
Sometime in the future, will I think this all went by too fast.
Remember that.
But for now I can taste it, touch it, breathe it in.
I can take in every second.
There’s something special going on around here.
I am lucky, peaceful, grounded.
Oh, how I lay here in awe.
Lucky. Peaceful. Grounded.
It’s only the same routine tomorrow that you did yesterday.
And today you awake to a challenge of motivation.
Potentially great. Potentially distant.
Forgotten.
Does anyone even watch the stoplights anymore?
We just follow the car in front of us when it begins the process of motion.
The process we struggle with.
And could I write as long as time continued?
Well, sure, I’d love to go.
But how far will I get this way? How far?
Is there a path that continues on through my method of record keeping?
Oh, would you snap out of it?
This is life after all and all of what you are.
No, these are lies. You have not seen what you will become.
Isn’t the sky more beautiful with stars in it?
Or maybe just the lights on the hill?
It’s just cold enough on this late March night.
The kind of cold that just feels good flowing through your hair, through your body.
Just beautiful enough for me to be reminded of how lucky we are,
How gorgeous the night is,
To enjoy this slow drive home.
I’m goin’ 35 but it feels like 10.
And I’m just watching the leaves dance around my windshield from the front to the back.
And almost on cue the jazz ends, the song ceases it’s melody, the engine stops, I am home.
And somewhere hidden behind the facades dance chimney sweeps atop the roofs.
There’s something magical there if you keep going,
But I cannot continue tonight.
I can only admire what you hold the potential to be.
Somewhere hidden.
Goodbye beautiful facade, I’ll never know the beauty you possess.
You were nothing more than a hope of a dream.
Suddenly I hear nothing,
And the rhythm joy enters my ear canals.
It sings its way through my nervous system
And exits into my brain as it explodes into tiny pieces of music.
I am overcome with a vibrant sensation of notes and melody.
Look how far we have come.
We seem to never run out of luck.
A beach city still seems so far away.
I don’t know exactly where it is,
But it’s not here.
It just gets farther away with every miserable footstep you take up that staircase.
I owe you.
It took a real artist to find the beauty hidden in the desert.
It’s almost right there in front of you, if you look hard enough,
But it took the right person to unleash it.
And all this green and jazz just seems to fit here.
Soft floating sounds and noises fill the air with peace.
Pasadena, I am your friend.
Fill me with peace.
You’re lacing the desert with water.
You keep us at ease.
Peace. Peace to you.
Today is a good day.
When millions have flocked because millions more have died.
The hands of my fathers show 40 times more wear than mine.
Yet we still struggle, but not for long.
“Today could never happen. It’s just not happening.”
That’s what they said.
They were wrong.
This day could never happen! Not with the arsenal in their hands!
Who cares how long it lasts?
It will take just one day to be promised a future.
So let it last a lifetime!
And never forget the first Black leader of this rugged nation.
Celebrate achievement.
What are you doing?
Time to grow up.
Go do something.
Time to wake up.
There’s nothing more frightening than seeing headlights on your side of the road.
I’m cool like that, cooler than this.
But where are we?
What have we done?
We’re so close to the water.
I lost my sight for it, for a second.
Gone, they are, like trucks on empty highways that pinstripe the landscape of the country.
Come back to us, though we don’t need you.
We’ve got something to live for.
Breathe it in.
Only positive from here on.
There’s something so primitive in our civilizations.
We are so lucky.
The lights that gleam from inside the houses scattered atop the city hills look like the glitter gold that overflows so brilliantly over the sides of glorious treasure chests that pirates once battled against each other to possess.
Sleep tonight.
The lights shut off in honor of you.
For a pillow and a dream.
The day has ceased.
So dream the night away.
Look at you.
In the glorious aftermath.
Your eyes are heavy with history.
You saw so much today.
Take it all in and sleep softly.
This is just one more for the books.
And awake!
To a picturesque day.
Where suns dance in the backgrounds of paintings of beaches and sands
And clouds calm you with silver smiles.
Musical notes are sung from the beautiful birds hovering up above
and they echo down below, where the waves crash subtly against your feet.
Hands wrapped around your heart.
The love is taken slow like the pace of wondrous forests.
I could show you a place,
Among the stars and the galaxies,
Hidden away from them.
You must excuse me, but I want you all to myself.
You see, you’re something special
And I’m something selfish… tonight.
Through this window I have seen many days start and many of them end.
I have encountered rain and hail and heat and sunshine through this glass.
The blinds and curtains change every few years, but, from this second story window, I’ve always been able to witness the same view: The hovering piece of a telephone wire on the backdrop of tree and building.
Behind that stands the top of a brown city mountain, or hill, that peaks right where the blue sky starts.
And sometimes the sky is gray like tonight, but I live for these nights.
On this side of the window I have not grown up with any ounce of ideal.
I fall down and stay down.
Sometimes I even fall asleep.
I stumble my way up staircases that lead to tomorrow.
But one thing I’ve always seen through my window is the freedom in the air that awaits on the outside, the open world that awaits my delayed arrival to it.
But I am here now.I am here to stay.