Tuesday, July 29, 2008

I stare at the screen when it's all snowy and fuzzy
I try to read it
it's a lot like staring at a face
I was never good at it
I try to decipher the message,
it tells me to, over and over again,
it doesn't want me to stop, to ignore everybody that
thinks that I'm crazy,
it wants me to know that I am the only one,
that nobody understands
it tells me to strike

Saturday, July 26, 2008


The city is severed into sections of ally and street
it's like a waffle, only
instead of syrup running,
it's blood.
From the inside:
that ghetto basketball court that once entertained
man and boy alike,
the gutter that emitted the smell, you know the one,
the statue of the person that you don't' know who the hell it is and that birds have
insulted for years,
the installment of a cop, who is not a man but an instrument,
a discarded needle,
homeless, in body and mind
its' all there, ready to step into

Saturday, July 19, 2008

It's like driving through the desert
only it's at night and there is this pillar of light that is spilling out on to the
road in front of you, it's mesmerizing how it reflects off of the lines painted. you increase your speed to attempt to catch it but it only seems to get further away
I was once told that we must live our lives honestly;
however, I think it's just enough to have a little faith

Monday, July 7, 2008


If I could just make you feel

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Tourist

Let's move down to the precidio.
I'll pack my hunting knife
we can move about the city at night
I wish that I could find you among the cans and bottles meant to be recycled
I don't know
sometimes I think I''ll be searching forever

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Matisyahu Saved My Life

I have found a lot of inspiration from this man. He was born under the name of Matthew Paul Miller. As a young man he found inspiration in Bob Marley and reggae music. His parents sent him to Jerusalem when he was young. He came back with a interest in Judaism, converting the the Orthodox sect and entered Yeshiva in the Crown Heights section of Brooklyn. He took the Hebrew name of Matthew which is Matisyahu.With a few friends that he found there they
formed a band. They had humble beginnings playing for Rabbis. They toured for a year and put out a live album called "Live at Stubbs." Remarkably it climbed the charts. They continued to tour and discovered that their blend of rock and reggae resonated in the hearts of a cross culture fan base. Jewish kids as well as hippies and Rastas came to all the shows.
Even though we have come from complete opposite poles on the music spectrum I find a lot of myself in Matis's music. I too had a sorted past and have become religious. Although our religions, once again, find themselves on two spectrum's. Matisyahu has taught me that we, and all of us, have too many things in common to call ourselves "different." Matis doesn't preach because he feels that preachers often feel that they have a corner on the truth and they want everyone else to recognize it. I have learned through his lyrics that everything on Earth has a spiritual charge or spark. I will try to see the world and its people with that same outlook. I feel like the pasts that we came from may have been dark but now we see the light, it's the same light.