y dime todo que necesito saber,
quiero oirte ahora..
right now, I am so hyped to be writing!!!!!!
its been a chill Sabbath day.....arguing with my dad, whether or not its actually Sabbath,
chillin at the hispanic Seventh Day Adventist Church, with dan and al....
and chillfully, (keeping in mind that it is Sabbath, so not to get too hyped) went and saw Boondoggle, the premier, at the Oak Street Cinema in Dinky Town.... really chill, really well made, amazing video... mad love to my friend Tim Fulton, one of the main editors and filmers....
but on the brighter note, heres a fun poem (note to self, the following was completely made up on the go....)
Summer is nigh
does nigh mean almost over? or almost here?
or can it mean both? for if nigh is almost over, then something is almost here,
or if nigh means almost here, then something else must be almost finished..
am I correct? or do I speak foolishly?
tell me flower, why am I able to speak?/ tell me in all your beauty, you surely deserve to speak far more than me....
but me, who can hardly use this mouth I have? not even to raise my opinion in time of need? why do I have the right to speak?
or the right of free speach for that matter? Deary, Deary, Querido Amigo!!! please take this right from me if I can not soon learn to use it.. wont you flower? wont you soon?
before you wither, and no longer will you have something, or everything to say? please please please soon soon soon.
Boondoggle, Boondoggle, my life is one grand boondoggle!!! have you looked up the word?
Oh Merriam, or is it Webster? either way just hear them say, its far to true.
but brighter is the sun, than the flower, no?
brighter is it, (or is it He?), than all the flowers ever made? (or He made?)
for can the created be brighter than the creater? claro que no!!!
then it is He I seek, no? maybe He can show my mouth to speak?
where shall I find Him?(or is it where shall He not be found?)
under here, or over there? outside or in? right or left? A la darecha, o ariba???
no se.
but maybe someone does....................................
- Location:the oak street of my mind
- Mood:
contemplative - Music:silence fills the room
