You spend weekends splitting those you trust and those you love and those you despise into a deck of 51 cards and shuffle until it seems impossible that 2 will touch, and alas, your final card fits.
Great risks yield the rewards of romantic Monday night dinners, $9 mimosas with your father, and blissful humility. Everything is comprehensible with strings of imagination attached, securely double knotted or at times let loose for an overcast atmosphere of dreams and unique interpretations.
We lay on our backs and hold the hands of children as the colors of our visions drift but never fade. If it's euphoria you crave, find your parade.
There is art hidden in the world created through disturbances and phenomenas with mood and depth, until we attempt to measure it with the word "beauty", simultaneously reducing it to common understanding and categorizing it along with other abused interpretations such as love, prostituted for an exchange.
We are all inventors is our own right, drafting unique emotions and interpreting them as amicable monsters, encouraging self-destruction for the revitalization of character.
The problem herein lies within the fleeting feeling of anguish disguised as life and as vivid as a child dropping their slice of cake on the floor. Artists have no color on their palette to paint this pain. Sleeping visions on canvas yield interpretations; the cake never lands, tears fall faster and that fleeting feeling is melancholy replacing gravity. Use shoe strings to keep from floating away. Imagination and other true things never expire.
“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.”

Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Gárcia Márquez


One of my biggest beliefs is Karma. I don't talk alot about my religion and I respect every religion in the world. When I look back on my life I don't want to recall the days that I wasted so I try to do a little something nice, no matter how miniscule the act is, every day. At first I started with small compliments, getting a burger and Coke for homeless people...Now I go to Starbucks in hopes of starting a chain of random acts of kindness. I order my coffee, and after I pay for mine, I pay for the person behind me. I don't care for recognition, it's not like I'm trying to impress a cute girl behind me. It's not like that. It's the fact that this KINDNESS is hard to find. It's RARE.

This post is less about the act of kindness but more about the tiny coincidences that have strengthened my beliefs. You see, I ordered 2 drinks for the total of $8.40. I didn't care how much I would've had to pay for the person behind me but I was shocked when it was only $2.15!It could've been 9, 10, $12 but MY God saw I wanted to do something nice so he didn't break my wallet and only put it at $2.15. That's the way I think, that's the way I believe. Small coincidences with greater meaning.

Habte's Imagination.

This is one of my 2nd Graders, Habte. One of the reasons I love working with kids is because they remind me so much of myself at that age and even right now.


I do have to extend a small apology for being gone for that time.
A lot of people have been asking me to post up more poetry but the thing is, I've been finishing up my first book so publishing has replaced blogging.

I'm less than a month away from completing everything. The (working) tittle is "My Sculpture of Genius/And I'm Proud To Tell My Mother". 100 pages, "back and forth."

To make up for being gone, I'm going to post some of my recent work right now.