Open Books

I am open book
Not sitting on the shelf
Closed and unrecogniczed
But open
Freely read
With thousands of minds
Thinking, pondering
About what is said
Because where would we be
If I stayed closed
Or if Whitman
Or Thoreau
One day decided
There was no need
For their words to be bound
And produced by the masses?
What a terrible world
What a terrible world
It would be indeed
So I am an open book
Take a look

Musicians curse

I extend my hand
trying hard
not to show the calases
clinging to the tip of my fingers
musicians curse I guess
bearing their souls in words
and never knowing what it's like
to hold in our earthly pains
our options of society
stressing our points
always making ourselves known
it shows
even when I don't speak
just grasp
intertwine with my fingers
fell what been said there

I Believe

I believe in a higher power, because I like to know there is something more divine and wholesome to come to in this world. Maybe it is considered a crutch, but then again a nation voted for Obama for president because a poster said "Hope". I am not saying he is or isn't the hope for America...but I think all humans deep down like knowing there is good in the world.

My senior year I used to tell my friend Ryan that I was a Liberal...why? Because in a school of mostly republicans it made feel as so. However the reality of it is that I am merely a traditional being with an open soul. I accept life as it is, try not to judge too quickly and I enjoy the thought that someday I will marry a man and have children. I don't want this to happen in the next 24 hours but in the next 15 years...yeah, sounds good. I also still have goals and dreams to accomplish before any of this goes down, but in the future it looks great in a Christmas Card format.

I believe in a God...because I can enjoy the sunshine each morning and not think to myself I have wasted even on second on anything I put my mind too. Whether that is faith in a human being or dedication to my art or even keeping a good work ethic.

Thanks God.

All I Need

I don't wear mini-skirts
or ripped up jeans
I don't flaunt my assets
for the world to see
I don't need some fancy get-ups
to feel I am pretty
all I need
all I need

Is the beach to bring in the salty waves
the trees to give me some good shade
to keep my mind like open windows
let the morning say hello
it's all I need
It's all I need

We've Got Time

Sway side to side
Yeah you caught my vibes
Now move your hands like mine
And we a real pair of shoes boy
Pumas, with a little green siding
We don’t need to rub our rears together
Just to get each others attention
No No No
We just need to be in sync
Sing the lyrics, be in tune, think think think

Let’s not complicate this situation
Let’s not makes these serious expectations
Bring it down to holding hands
Because I am twenty years young
We’ve got the time
We’ve got the time

Walk left to right
Talking bout the L.A sights
Now you can catch my eye
And we will be lovers in each others blue seas
Tides, crashing with the shore
We don’t need to skinny dip and get sand in the cracks
NO NO NO
We just need to watch the sunset
Take in sunrays, watch colors fade, think think think

Let’s not complicate this situation
Let’s not makes these serious expectations
Bring it down to holding hands
Because I am twenty years young
We’ve got the time
We’ve got the time

Cause we have got 364 days x 1000
To get where we a going to
Your not dying this moment
And I am not checking out early
so whats the rush
sway side to side
walk left to right
watch the sunset
watch the sunrise
watch the moon disappear

Let’s not complicate this situation
Let’s not makes these serious expectations
Bring it down to holding hands
Because I am twenty years young
We’ve got the time
We’ve got the time

What I See

I am convienently placed on the southwest corner of the loop around the lake in Echo Park. It's the perfect spot, because I can watch people pass by and watch the sun set and rise over this little patch of metro bliss. Yes, people trash it and occasionally I have been witness to some not so nice gatherings held here; but it's my favorite spot. The greatest part about it though is that the spot chose me, true blessings from above.

On this particular morning however, the sun rose as usual and the salty breeze helped welcome me to a new day. The only thing that was different was two people sitting in the bench next to me. Most of the time they don't notice me, but I surely notice them and it's delightful to hear their conversations. I don't mind, and they shouldn't either because it's not like I am going to say anything. I am just minding my own bussiness and watching the birds fly to and forth. If the conversation starts to get heated, then I will just give my attention to something else. We all need our privacy some days.

They were two young ladies, one was wearing a little plaid skirt, ripped leggings and some pleather (obviously fake) combat boots with a black tank top. Now it's just me but I do feel like it's time for a more classy fashion trend. The second girl was dressed more like me, natural colors and a sage green skirt that swayed with the wind. She was lovely, the other girl should really take some lessons from her. Oh wait! The pretty one is talking.

"Sometimes I hate hearing all the bullshit about the war and the economy...it's almost like we as a nation have it only plugged into our minds that bad news is good news. I mean, I know Bush wasn't the greatest president, but he was chosen to lead the country. People have only the people around them to blame and I think the sickest part is that we not only blame him but yet everyone else too...how about we blame ourselves. I blame myself for feeding into the media driven society and not presenting something worthwhile. I mean we've elected Obama and for once we have what posters say is our "hope", I just hope that he is hope. Words are great, but I want to see action. Don't you Amy?"

By this time the pretty one's face had a sour look on it and had her arms folded. The girl she called Amy really isn't talk talkitive because all she responded with was, "well, yeah". You would think for such a bold person she would have more to say on the subject, but I am just dust on the ground to them.

Tie The Ends

"I can't stop"

I said these words because I meant them, the shrink asked "why" because she's supposed to. It's a swinging ship ride like on the Santa Monica Pier, it's just keeps swinging faster and faster. We don't know what else to do but enjoy it because in minutes it's up and we are being told to get off. Except once we get off we feel this adrenaline rush that feeds on us like a cigerette feeds on soured minds and healthy lungs.

"I should go, It's a Wednesday", because it's all I had to say for myself. Then she, with her P.H.D rebuttled with, "Yes, it is...hence why your here". It made sense to me, seeing as I still had forty-five minutes until I would be late for school and all I had done was sit in this putrid marigold chair that was so old it was making a second round in home decor magazines. We have thought of all the things there were to think, maybe what we are is just dreamers with already dreamed dreams.

She spoke, "Wendy, I know it's hard but we all miss you."

Silence stayed strong as I lifted the muddy strands off the seas that resided underneath my long lashes and looked into her cloudy eyes. It was like when crayola met a coloring book; Madness began.

"miss me?"

"Yes you."

"but why?"

"because it's human"

"to a mother"

"to anybody"

"no"

"Yes, I miss hearing what you think."

We had just colored outside the lines, Strawberry shortcake was now serving blueberries instead; sour ones. Really, what I think is not that interesting.

Here's why, "I'm stopping Mother" and while I swiftly glided towards the door thinking that it had stopped she rebuttled. "Sure you are, I see your making just marvelous progress; so I'll see you next week?" I turned the knob opened it just a crack small enough for me to squeeze through because she was right. I can't stop swinging.