Stories Of The Han

When all said and done Bury me at Griffith Who I was done died I’m tired now I done tried My Heart did break Drinks I did drank Exorcised my demons Gassed out, empty in the tank I paused I kneeled I cried against hard rock I cried between two ferns I cried until I did stop I cried until I bled Into my Dreams Into my Dreams When all said and done Bury me at Griffith Bury Me.

“La Luna!,” exclaimed Manuel as he pointed to the sky, his other hand clutching a heavy trash bag. I looked upwards, brushing the sweat off my brow as I narrowed my eyes, focusing on the night sky. Scattered throughout that swath of dark blue were a trail of stars, glistening ever so bright. A swift breeze ushered its way through the alley, the gutter trail reflecting the moon. “Si señor,” I said as I managed a cigarette between my lips, Manuel came over and lit it with his lighter then proceeded to light his own. We stood there quietly, a pair of beings looking up staring at that moon, its color yellow then pale. It seemed to goad me, then befriend me. I exhaled a large plumage of smoke and studied the constellation. I recognized that belt, those three bright stars, the three kings, the three sisters: Alnitak, Alnilam and Mintaka. Orion’s Belt. I stared at that sky, maybe a bit too hard. I wondered how many men, how many women have stared at Orion. What lives did these people lead, at what moment compe

We are a projection. A projection of memories, feelings of guilt and shame. We are a projection. A projection of triumph and victory. As Newton’s third law states: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. We are here. I wonder about existence, about everyone’s. Are we not a multitude of factors and variables. Able with cognition, a scanner darkly. We are vessels. Always have been. Our spirits inhabit these bodies. We are a projection. Without you, without me. We are nothing.

She was my equal Equally crazy She was my Alpha Beta oh baby This only a dream We come and we go Thy Kingdom Come Thy Will Be Done Your will is not mine My will is be happy It is all I ask Everything but me She was my equal But Equal no longer I am beyond Beyond the Yonder She be who she be I am who I am I am not country I ain’t the land I’m everything nothing I’m only a man And in the end I am what I am.

Life is fleeting Life is unjust Life is cruel What is a life beyond a testimony Testimony of grace and will A better way, a better way Fragile we are when we enter into this realm Fragile we are when we leave into the unknown We make our mark We strike our post We leave an imprint How we leave and how we entered was not of our doing We are mere elements, a combine of luck and majesty We need to show compassion while we are here We need to show it in the quiet moments, the darkest of spells when no one will bear witness This is the hallmark of a life lived, the act of a kind stranger Life is fleeting Life is unjust Life is cruel But it is a life. And life afterall, is everything.

Through the Ether Through the looking glass Lies the Spectre The Ugly, The Goblin, The Ghoul Evil lying dormant, biding its time Through the Ether Through the looking glass Lies the Light The Beauty, The Angel, The Child inside Out and about, paying no mind Such Contrast Such Volley A Pendulum A Scale Majesty Tragedy All to no Avail

Walks to Meidemae Harajuku Nike Just do it Shots at Bloody Angle Nothing much to it Shibuya crossing racing Fixie ride shoegazing Shimo Okonomiyaki Asian but not agin’ Hiking up Takao Neon city lit Tokyo I’m good, I’m fine Hai Hai, Daijōbudesu Roppongi Harvest Times Roppongi David Lynch Tokyo Tokyo Tokyo A place A time A myth.

Sitting in the Sun Enjoying cups of morning brew I sit in the middle of the garden thinking of you The wind ever so slight The birds whistling from afar A passing of a car, a jet No longer worlds apart The sky blue The clouds in bloom The sound of leaves bending to your will Exhaling Inhaling I come before you

Across the River And over the Plains Pour me a Spell Act in Haste Forget Past Love Forget the Feed Run Away Run Away A Fright A Stampede The Future The Present Is all one seeks 2020, Come Forth Goodbye 19.

Pumpkin pie from Los Feliz Crickets off the porch Silent strokes we paint In our minds In our hearts Brothers in Mourning Brothers in the Night Cruel World Tough Luck Weed smoke hit right Stories of an artist life.

A flower blooms in Long Beach She sits pretty, awaiting her plucking Speedy roads, black and mild Close to the city but far far away He sits alone, waiting for a sign She says hello She’s ready for the ride The flower blooms The Sun pierces through the Gray Rainy days no more, be gone, go away

Walks in the night in Suginami Cigarette in hand after the rain Streets empty. Vending machines galore. I looked at you and I was happy You had a presence that was neat We smoked quietly in peace And life never felt more at ease In Suginami Tropic summer nights batting away mosquitoes. Silent bike rides weaving through your streets. Dim lanterns in the shadows. Red wine clanking in our bags. I loved you. Nights In Suginami.

America is a strange land. It asks for everything and gives back accordingly, or so we were told. America is a strange land. It promises us hope in the midst of despair, but America carries immense secrets. An ominous and beautiful cloud is this America, roaming and roving its presence throughout. For what is light without darkness, what is beauty without the mundane. America is us. And we are America. A mirror. A gaze. This strange land of ours.

The walls shook, music echoed the floor Boys holding hands with boys openly Beautiful faces, sculpted torso, toned arms They leaned on each other, holding hands walking down the corridor I looked at them in envy I wanted to have what they had I missed the feeling of being with a partner exploring new worlds in conspiracy The music pulsed deeply, I lit a cigarette and slowly took in a drag The room was dark and there was an air of danger A quiet storm brewed Feelings of comfort and a flint of joy swam inside To be alone in a den of lovers, free and open shrouded by the night, the shadows, the dark spells This was exactly where I needed to be.

She appeared again last night in my dream She stood there in the doorway wearing a red slip A man stood behind her I leaned in and gave her a kiss and barked at the man to leave She walked into my room We embraced I had many questions but she wouldn’t answer She began to raise her voice and wouldn’t quiet down Just seeing her alone gave me a rush I missed her dearly I missed her voice I missed her eyes I missed her lips I missed her spirit I awoke abruptly alone in my bed I stared at my ceiling and exhaled.

I left my heart in Tokyo. It sits alone in a room occupied by the other. She pays no mind, she comes and goes. Alone it sits, quiet as a mouse. It wishes it could be free. It throbs but makes no noise. She pays no mind, she comes and goes. I left my heart in Tokyo. It’s in a room, sitting above the shelf. I miss my heart. I miss you. I miss me.

Each night we die What we were that day is no longer What ideas and notions we possessed have already passed Actions speak louder than words Silence resounds even deeper It’s a funny thing, this idea that life goes on. We inhale, we exhale. We worry, we laugh. I always say, it’s important to pinch out, look at things from above. Be wary of all factors, of all patterns, of all signs. Forgive and Forget Move Forward And most importantly Love Yourself You cannot save others if you do not value your own life So cherish it Celebrate it Live it Be The Constant.

I preached for fifteen years. From door to door, God’s Kingdom was nigh and the end was near. I wore a suit, memorized my lines, my bible quotes locked and ready. I was a machine, I awoke in the wee hours of the morning til the sunset, my white collar stained, yellowed from sweat. Magazine in hand, I was always on, never off. Every hour of preaching, every conversation shared, all was logged on a monthly basis. This was me from age 5 to 20. This explains why I am still untangling my identity. When I broke free, I worked in the fields of fashion, art, and tech, I applied the same discipline, the same rinse and repeat because I knew no other way. Eventually everything falls apart. Today, I do the same with my physical regimen at the gym, the mountain hikes, the lap swims. I’m still on the hunt. I’m searching to puncture through the ether. I believe in happiness, I believe in humanity, I believe in love. The end isn’t nigh. God’s Kingdom is here, it’s been here all along. . #STORIES #STORY #CHILDHOO

There’s quite a few things I’d like to say When I think of you I smile You were something else You shone your light the night I met you Your presence was bold and buoyant We tore in through the night Speeding through highways and hidden tunnels You spoke with a certainty of a woman who’s traveled afar To lands of mystery and intrigue You lived many lives and had many adventures You brought me up so high, so high I knew that one day were I to fall I would hurl down down down And yet when I think of you I see you in your room, humming to a song You were otherworldly Of the Forbidden The Phantasma . #STORIES #STORY #POEM #POETRY #LOVE

In the morning, we ride a river The sun glares and blinds us We honk, sip our coffees and shake our fists Down the river we go In the noon, we ride a river A melody plays and we sing along We wave, we smile, we rejoice Down the river we go In the night, we ride a river The moon greets us We roll down our windows, our hands caressing the wind Down Down the River we go. . #POEM #POETRY #HIGHWAY #LOSANGELES #LA #FREEWAY #RIVER #LIFE