Your Thoughts, In My Words

Tokyo ~ Downtown

Tuesday, March 19th I am near Tokyo Dome, where the Giants of Japan play. Currently drinking drip coffee that was made with the careful nature of a smiling, concentrated Japanese woman. Upon welcoming me into her cafe, the little warm atmosphere engulfed my senses. Oh & there was upbeat Jazz

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Oceans & Light

I am a weird extrovert Thinking introvertly inside my mind I can't fathom a reply To the message you sent me While I was busy thinking iffy Lately been changing the simulation To tweak my attention focus 90% of the feeling to the subconscious Options of how I

Camino de Santiago ~ St. Jean

Arrival - May 31st. " The secret to interior peace is detachment." ~ Thomas Merton It is not possible to reach our destination unless we give up our rational & spiritual things within the limits of moderation. I've gone through quite a bit since I've wrote

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Our Common Home

Sobre Miércoles en Paris (writing about Paris whilst on the Camino in Zariba, Spain) (May 30th) I am sitting in the common area with A Young Kim, eating dry yet perfectly spicy Ramen called Shin Ramyun. As the rain comes pouring down & lightning strikes close to Zariba, I ache

French Wine & Conversation (In a Parisian Setting)

Lauren & Bamboo, sitting in a living room with the sound of rain pouring outside our windows... Exchanging glances and political conversation. /// After finding wine (French Red Natural) earlier in the day, Ian & I make a dash to our homestay. With a fresh new pair of Puma boxer briefs,

Something about Paris

May 31st, 2018 Bonjour Paris, I am currently on a direct line train from Paris to Bayonne. Excuse me, for my writing has quite a bit of ground to cover and this morning's start didn't help. ~ To be continued on this morning's adventure. After

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Boulder

May 28th, 2018 I thought I'd begin this by thanking my good friend Aurelie for her love & comforting home. I had originally planned to begin writing in Paris, but here I am. I am currently at The Laughing Goat, a coffee shop on Pearl Street in downtown

Cloudy Mysteries (Of A Spotted Mind)

Refresh the page Remember the time Keep on typing And try to find the reasons why To hold back this longing for conversation with a stranger I only knew from years ago Is it too late to understand the present But never quite time to let go (of the thought)

The Web (Inside)

I am The dot aligned with the circle Loading waiting for the page To complete itself

Wednesday Love Letters: Where is the Love?

Where do I sit, you ask? Amongst several tens of human beings otherwise known as hipsters, in the wee hours of an afternoon spent at a coffeeshop listening to shitty alternative music. After being here in Austin for two weeks, I'm beginning to feel the longing of social

Spelling Success

From day one, I started breathing Opened up my eyes and knew the meaning Beyond what y’all think of success is Being humble & praising your blessings Never forgetting, where I came from yeah Mi papi y mi mami y tú hijo Yours truly, I’ve become a man

Mendoza, An Intoxicating Learning Experience

“Let the world change you and you can change the world,” Che Guevara. These words uttered by the Argentine revolutionary would prove the focal point of my travels and studying abroad experience. The intoxication of living in Mendoza takes your breath away at first sight. Little did I know that

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My time is up Me too, damn and I finally found the cup and the key to0 Now it's back to depressing time for that cup to overfill And the real is too real for the moment to feel Ya know, The guitar track on the track The

Sunday Musings ~ My Mother's Footsteps

All at once, I had awoken to the rush of consciousness that springboards thought into being and it was only eleven in the morning. What a strange time to wake up but then against that very thought, my face grew pale and the painful expectancies of last night's

The Missing Particle

For our collective sins We find the proscriptions Complex developed living systems Rhythmically curved around the chasm So we choose to ignore Mother and watch our hands burn to a scorch And then you look out at each other holes in the sand and the earth's porch Lovely

Freedom // For the Social Public

Freedom doesn't show herself publicly Freedom is a feeling that sends electric waves down your spine and lets go so you can bask in the emotion Indicating she is yours and never leaving It is as if the fleeting ocean sound echoes the wind to gently caress the

Off The Page

Words are only words if they come off the page Written manuscripts of our daily streams of bullshit Seem to ramble and are eager to rage For lost moments of meaning between 9 and 5 We seem to pick up the dreaming only during siesta and midnight drives For our

Poetry Sunday - Writing a Letter that will never be read

I'm writing a letter to fix a hole in my own heart A hole I wish I could send to the girl that did her part To show me the illuminated fixtures inside I had to write my own crimes Of humanity and ask her the questions why

Dance Moves

She's nervous like Friday night dancing lights flicker Off into the moonlit sky As she walks on a high She can barely speak of I know she can't repeat us So she whispers with eyes that could barely keep up With the rhythm and the chance

Poetic Saturdays ~ A lullaby of Rhyme

Wasting time Watching our games go drifting by Wondering where she blows and the following of the crowds of people who drove Into the street and the steeples on high We regret, and feel the love lost Yet we go on and on, time's ticking clock Spinning around

Screenplay Idea: "Oxbow"

Oxbow Pilot By Angelo Gonzalez Writers’ First Draft 11-14-17 ACT ONE Hears sound of rumbling 1998 Volkswagen Passat engine and steam piping out of the exhaust. Steps are taken up the stairs into the public marketplace. The sudden anticipation of the main character drifts inside the doors and the camera

poetry in motion.

Are you eternally blonde but black on the inside Trying to find the feelings from the outside Is like catching a cold with clothes while laying down all the lies Over your face but I still feel like a disgrace pull out the sword, you dash out the mace It&

The Now ~ A Short Story

Prologue There goes a man walking around. He notices the empty streets all around him and the land is barren. He stops and stares into oblivion that once was paradise. This fulfilled memory has escaped his mind and continues to lose its poignant imagery. What was this civilization he called

Tuesday's Poem ~ A Kingdom

A Kingdom Crystal Clear Eternity I have finally found When you are with me And I am with you All teardrops of blue Drift on to another view When I caught my eye Reaching for the stars Trying so hard to realign Right where you are My wandering days Became

Friday Soulful Music

Longing For Your Love - Ady Suleiman https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fkaFLa5H8Hg In Lodi currently, drinking wine and writing to you about la dolce vita. The dreams that may come true are felt within this beautifully written song. When I hear this song I think of the passion