Making Moves. . .

Hope you got your helmet. Safety and peace to whomever may be reading this right now. It's time to grab our lives by the throats and never let them go. The future is now (and then, and will be. . .weird) and if we simply watch it pass us, we are doing ourselves a great injustice.
I find myself on the verge of taking a huge step in my life and I couldn't be more excited. Wish me luck, true believers.

The Most Wonderful Time of the. . .Wait.

Valentine's day will be upon us before you know it. You don't think so now, but then. . .boom! Hearts and pastel-colored cover-ups of your true feelings abound. It's like a Pearl Harbor of sappy romance and overpriced candy, really. In honor of this wondrous holiday, I'm attempting to finish something. Maybe I'll actually finish it this year. In closing, I suppose I can leave you with my favorite love song. . .

I'd Duck if I Were You.

Life comes at you fast. One day, nobody knows who you are. The next, you can't walk across campus without being stopped, applauded, greeted. I almost miss the anonymity that came with being a nobody. Almost :) It feels good to be making moves. Onward and upward, true believers.



EXCELSIOR!

Word?

I figure I should give a debriefing of last night. After all was said and done. . .I pretty sure I tore the walls off the Kenan theater with my pieces, but in the end, I got 4th. I'm happy with the result, seeing as I was competing against these 2 and my friend Jamila, all 3 of which are absolutely vicious on the mic. I really wanted that iPod but I can't begrudge the defeat I suffered, and it was so much fun! lol. Anyway, time to enjoy my morning mango tea and/or take my behind back to bed. Have a good one, true believers.

How close are you to the rest of your life?

So I was looking at what courses I need in order to fulfill my graduation requirements today. I didn't dawn on me until just now, but it really hit like a ton of feathers today: I'm a semester from the rest of my life. I'm a stone's throw away from the real world, and honestly, I'm not afraid. I'm living life, honestly, and I hope you can do the same. Honesty leads to fearlessness. Fearlessness leads to bravery. Bravery leads to selflessness, to kindness. To love. To love: it is the best and worst of things. It houses within a great aptitude for destruction, and a great appetite for it. Yet it is the lifeblood of all of our truly passionate endeavors, the catch-22 of catch-22s. It is change. Change is hard. Painful, torturous, but necessary. Changing is necessary, and that takes discipline. Requires grace, courage.

It requires love.

Six days. . .

Howdy, true believers. Next week I'm entering a competition that is, in essence, a single-poem slam. I would love if you read the piece I'm considering and helped me in revising it. Comments (try not to be too inflammatory; I haven't mastered that "mind over ego" thing yet lol) welcome!


Microcosm

I woke up with morning with the whole universe in my hands.
Origami north stars outlining a liquid-paper moon
fading into the distance as the sun comes out to play
with the planets sitting on my palm.
I see the world, driven before me, all the brushstrokes
painting the big picture teachers told me I’d never see,
neglecting to mention that pictures can be scaled down.
What’s microcosmic?

I’ve seen your face before
but the hello from my lips is as misplaced as vulnerability to a stranger.
You don’t know who I am but I want you to feel something today
like the homeless man whose face lit up
and whose smile could’ve answered God’s plea for light when I spared a dollar
and some change. Four quarters and the time it took to plant the seeds of hope in the hopeless
and it made my solar system vibrant.
What’s microcosmic?

That dew on the point of a rose’s thorn has adorned it since the dawn of dawn.
Days like these don’t sprout spontaneously from the climaxes of our wildest dreams;
You just started dreaming as though dreams could never be real.
As if we couldn’t feel the embrace of a world in flux,
as if we haven’t felt it for lives on end
I hold lives on end. Hold a magnifying glass to the planet
so close I can taste colors, pull back until I’m nearly blinded by blindsiding beauty
of a day you could fall in love on,
just to get a better perspective on things,
giving vivacity to creation.

Those things you pass on your journey to work or class
have been there the whole time; do you remember them?
Or were we too wrapped up in looking at the what
quantifying all things breathtaking with accolades
all “ist” and no “art”
all what and no why.

Look at all the kids ignoring religions and races
scribbling names into the faces of mother nature
like sharp-edged “RIP innocence” signs in the bark of trees.
I want to hold on to that time like a child to mommy’s hand and never let go
but I’m an adult now. Leaning too heavily on my imaginary stars in miniature
trying to fly with a post-adolescent body left wingless
forgetting that at one time I knew how to be
and forgetting that at one time feeling was more than touch and go.
What’s microcosmic?

Can you help me find my glasses, and my vision?
Of a red-hot summer silhouetted in white where
Love love love love love love love
makes the worlds go round, giving birth to motion?
Is it so silly to believe in the beauty of a world
I’ve been taught my whole life is an ugly place?
The beauty of a world where the roofless are left behind,
and graves are the only places roses grow from concrete?
The big picture is right in front of you.
All you have to do is open your fucking eyes!
What’s microcosmic?

I’m an adult now.
And these days I hold the universe on my fingertips like a basketball
both tumors on my hands at different phases of my life.
I’m an adult now.
And these days I’ve got hair that doesn’t sit like I want it to,
a tragically unpleasant disposition and a fucked-up definition of immortality.
I’m an adult now.
And these days I’ve got the getting old blues
and these days I feel younger than ever.
I’m a walking mass of complexes, don’t like introductions as much as goodbyes,
am a raging hypocrite with a titanic imagination and I’m ready to embrace it.
What’s microcosmic? This, life, is my world in miniature.

There goes my hero

walking out the screen door with a suitcase in one hand and his pride in another.
I don't know if he ever came back again
(I was too young then to know who he was)
but part of me misses my hero every holiday that I see him.


Don't really have a whole lot to say today, true believers. Working on something for next week, and something for tomorrow. In one of those, 'don't really have an aim but I'm still aiming' kinda moods, doing stuff towards no real, specific goal. We'll see how things turn out. Until next time.

Too much time on the 360.

Always follow the creed.
Prove your honor to me,
that I know it's true.


I sometimes have random acts of haiku. I'm not really sure why, but we all have our quirks. Speaking of quirks, it's been a good day. Got money to look forward to (cha-ching), friends to look forward to seeing (and one in particular who I'd love to see but am not holding my breath for. . .) and an outlook on life that is optimistic while maintaining its reality. I feel that that's important. Balance is the key to all things. A life in excess rarely yields good results, and neither does the life of a miser. Maybe that's the justification I can come up with for buying a PS3. . .

I should buy it now.
I spend too little money.
Eh, probably not.

Have a good one, folks.

And on the fourth hour, he stayed awake.

I've been putting this thing off far too long. It's like a microcosm of an awkward life. I'm an adult now, with a beard, bank account, and blog. And, naturally, none of them look quite How I want them to. I guess I should start with a name. I'm D.J.. Yeah, I'm very particular about the periods separating the letters (ok, not THAT particular. But that's how I do it most of the time.). I'm a poet, who cannot express himself as vocally as he would like. I'm very loyal, patient, loving, and understanding, and I sometimes refer to myself in the 3rd person. I'm not a pretentious d-bag, I swear. I guess that's all I have to say for now. I guess I'll explain where the blog name came from. It came from this:




Have a good night(morning).