Chapter 5 “The lunatic is on the grass” – from my Book – “For me and For you” ETA 2015

This is the first time that I have released anything from my book that I have been writing for the better half of 6 years now. Which is Currently in its 18th chapter

This is a story that accounts my life story from pre birth to the current day.

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5

There is a certain moment in life where you can look back and try to track down the Very moment that you developed a “habit” , I dont mean the kind that takes you away from your family and friends and places you on an Episode of cops..

These habits are almost what mature into fetishes… Sometimes not Driven by sexual excitement but rather almost like a personal ritual, From which you accomplish some sort of twisted self gratification.

For me this would Start as a way to hide from the eyes of the world.. To Avoid the comments that I wanted nothing to do with… To maybe get away with not Having to be the center of attention while at the same time being able to enjoy Everything as if you were There…

Voyeur     .. My Good friend that would be with me a life time.. What started as a way to feel like a Secret Spy as a child.. Would be warped into Some of the best tools of the climatic trade…

My first thoughts on this topic bring me back to the late 80s… a Time when almost everyone seemed happy… The world was not about anti Social Androids that Stare mindlessly into their Smart phones and Connected social Network pages…

The 80s For me means one thing… great videos games… amazing sleep overs… and the Freedom that can only be Created by the innocents of youth..

Nintendo was a house hold name in my house… and Mario Brothers was like a distant cousin that stopped by for a never ending sleep over..

MicroWave Popcorn was the Future… VHS was a Standard and being Kind… meant to Rewind…

At this age I was still Skinny… but I already had fat kid habits that were forming… I Wasn’t into sports much, The only time I played though.. I won… which seems like a pattern in my life… Whatever I did.. I always made sure to do it well and to a point where it would create memories that would last a life time..

Looking back I can say without a doubt that I didn’t do it like this because I wanted to be the center spot light on Stage… I did it because then I would be able to quit and have a legacy to look back on… stories that could be told about how I was “Really good” at Something.. Without having to keep going at it..

Confused yet? I don’t blame you… as it used to confuse my mother and family as well.. “Why does he just stop Doing things he’s good at?”

I needed a challenge… Things got bored to me at such a rapid rate that in my later years I would almost place the blame of fallen relationships on that Very thing.. Boredom… I liked the chase…

but was bored once I was branded a hunter.. If that makes any sense to you at all… cause to me.. It not only makes sense.. It brings light to a way I like to live my life. Always room For improvement

So lets venture back to the time machine.. And Take it back into the 80s like I was saying… To a time when I learned that I could see the world very easily through the eyes of others…

For those of you that might be reading this and not from the golden ages … the 80s… The big thing was to have entertainment at your Birthday parties…

no I don’t mean plug up a xbox and hope that the kids wont bother the Parents while they Get pissed face Drunk…

Of course.. They (The parents) still got drunk back then thats for sure… But we had more… We had music playing clowns… We had ET…. We had grown people dressed as all the things that bring Symbolic meanings to a child’s imagination, creating Ballon animals…

Magicians Pulling rabbits out of hats… finding coins behind your ears… and this was all LIVE right before your eyes..

Sometimes they would even earn a “Oooo” From the adults that were sitting in the back of the room watching their kids be easily entertained by a half drunk mid 30s man in a clown suit…

That year we had a magician… you know the Type fellow 80s friends…. He would show up… While you and your friends were still outside playing with your new found Glory…

Your early birthday gifts.. This year it was power wheels… Electronic go cart shaped vehicles that seemed like they would last a life time on one charge…

but the truth was … when you were Done playing your parents would rush to plug them back up to the chargers…

because longer battery life meant longer times your kids were occupied… which In return Meant more time for the adults to be Manchildren .

I was coming around the bend in our Driveway.. Which as you can Recall from the adventure I had with lucky my dog, Was bigger then a mall parking lot… Well… no.. But it was much bigger then the current driveway that I have now in my home..

As I made my way past the bump at the end of the Drive way… I imagined my self a world record holding Monster truck Driver…

My power wheels BigFoot logos Shinning like the freshly Waxed Sports cars that most mid life Crisis older men show off in their corvettes on weekends.

I knew this day was mine.. I knew that I was the king of this Castle.. And I knew that no matter what I did..

There was too many people around for my mother to even think about giving me a birthday beating..

(No come on vin.. Thats just too much now… but no really its not … its happen before… but not today 🙂 )

As I approached the mail box at the end of my driveway… a lesson learned in time… I knew that this was the limit that I could reach without breaching the unwritten contract of parenthood…. It was a simple Lesson…

You leave the drive way… and you leave your tears on the ground behind you when you were Caught… I knew better…

But on this day.. Like any other… faith would play footsies with my ADD riddled mind…. Could my eyes really be seeing this? , Had I lost my mind to an over dose of Chocolate Ice cream Cake and grape Soda?

Had I been able to use more then 15 only words that my child mind was capable of … it would have sounded like this:

“HOLY SHIT!! Its a fucking magician !!”

There he was…. Wearing a cape!!.. I mean shit people come on …. He was wearing a fucking Cape!!

Slowly Pulling up to the curb before gently hitting  it with his Front tire… See… back then… no one gave a shit about Rims….

So all cars came with bullet proof Solid metal rims on a car.. That a little bump on the curb never hurt anyone or anything.. It was almost like a sign that you were now parked good..

I watched in sheer amazement while this man… Dressed up like a half hungover magician that reeked of minimum wage and the party from the night before that he spent his previous days salary on…

I watched this man Slowly start to take out his black boxes that would later contain the first signs of Proving that magic was indeed real..

I mean after all I saw it with my own eyes…. The man had a cape.. And my parents paid good money for it…

As he Slowly turned around from leaning down into his Shit colored Honda hatch back… I noticed something that was even more Magical then the Cape that was now closed in the trunk that he failed to notice before closing it…

He was Smoking a cigarette…

NO WAY!!! A cape and a fucking Stog?!?!

This guy is like a Demi god at this point in my eyes..

I have always thought that smoking was such a sign of being Cool and a status opener to so many Levels..

I dont know what it was but I just knew that This guy was the real deal..

For some reason I knew that I shouldn’t be seeing him smoking… that if he had seen me he would have def or at least I like to think so at least…

Would have tried to not let a child See him smoking … after all he was the damn Magician !!  I mean fuck sake man!! He had A cape!!

So I did the first thing that came to mind.. Before he could see me in my winning stance Monster truck Bigfoot Face…

I slowly put the Power wheels into Reverse and backed into the first little bush that hid the opening that would let you get under the front porch…

The front porch.. Ahh man.. Another place in my world that was more then just a way to Get into the house…

This was at times a cave… a fort… a War bunker…. The secret entrance to castle grey skull… and today.. This was my hide out …. To see exactly what this Magic man was up to …

I sat there and was watching him for no longer then a few mins before I heard someone asking Where “Vincent” was” …. I knew right there that I would be caught sooner or later if I didn’t get back to playing the lead roll in Monster truck mayhem.

Again I have always had a thing for people that smoked… My mom smoked… All my uncles smoked… everyone they knew Smoked, again this was the 80s.. It was ok.. It was “safe” and it was cool

But this wasn’t like what I had seen before… This guy had a problem… maybe he was new at it ?

From where I was parked in my BigFoot… I could see that he would keep trying to re light the cigarette… he would take a few puffs and then he would have to light it again.

The First thought that went through my mind was my uncle… he would make this guy look like such a chump when it came to smoking like a pro.

My uncle could light one up.. And keep it lit I thought to myself… then I chuckled a little to myself as I watched this Cape wearing crusader start to cough like no other,

I was Sure now… he def must be new at this.. My uncle only coughed very rarely … this fuck… was coughing and having to re light it each time !!

I watched him finish up what I thought was the most weak attempt at trying to Pull of smoking that I have ever seen…

Then he did the Ever so Cool butt Flick… Which looking back I swear was a deal maker when it came to me Starting to smoke in HighSchool myself..

Something about a vintage smoker that newbies always lack… that Style and grace they have when it comes to Flicking a still lit and Smoke trailing butt after that last drag… that last drag that always Seems like their lips are having a LipGasm…

With the squint of his eyes…and a simple yet almost natural movement from his middle finger next to this thumb   he flicks it … and there it was flying through the air .. Leaving a smoke trail like a ill fated Rocket….

I watched it the whole time…. For some weird reason I knew what I wanted to do… I wanted to wait till he was gone and go inspect it…. I had this weird habit (there is that word again) of seeing that kind of smokes people smoked…

I thought it was so amazing that everyone had their own brand and colors.. And Sizes…

I even had this “habit” of saving the more “rare” ones in a Secret Spot that I had under the porch… you know the ones… The Virginia slims… the Camel wides… the ones that had the fancy logos…

I would Collect them and save them in a small jar that I had Hidden under the porch… which years later my folks would pay the landscapers to Finally Clean the bushes by the porch.. And along with Bushes that played a huge part on this day with the cape wearing magician not seeing me… they would also be cleaned up…

I waited like a tiger stalking its prey…. I watched this man pack up all this balloons and  magic wands.. And even saw him load up a secret batch of fake plastic flowers into that Wand…

Then when I saw my chance .. I made my move… with the face of a determined hunter and the shitty pants of a Toddler.. Oh what? Did I forget to mention that I used to shit my pants up until I was 9 years old? I know weird right ?!?! Ok enough with that …. I mean really Do you want to know more about this? 😉

Placing My foot on the pedal and putting the BigFoot into forward motion I made My way Slowly to where I had only moment earlier seen the Smoke trail of the Failure of this mans attempt at Smoking…

There it was… Still faintly giving off a smoke trail that can only be described as the aftermath of a plane crash…

just enough to show you where it was..but not enough to start a forrest fire… Thank god too.. Cause this jerk Off had thrown it right into the Dried pile of leafs that only days before aided in my adventures through the “swamp lands”…

Thank god I had an imagination or else I am fully convinced that I would have died of “only child” boredom as a kid.

As I got Closer to the discarded butt… My heart was pounding… I knew that if I was caught… it would be the birthday beating of a life time… everyone would know my secret collection.. And I would have to find a new hobby for sure…

I could hear the music and the laughter still coming from the back yard… even with how Large the house was ..

There was that many people and they were that loud that I could hear them all the way in the front yard…

Down the large sloped grass and all the way to the Curb next to my treasure find and the leafs…

This was my chance… I got out of the Bigfoot powerwheels and made My way over to the Smoke trail…

There it was …. Sitting there like an abandon treasure chest..  I was excited at the idea that I had a new addition to my collection… and as Faith would have it .. This was unlike anything I had ever seen before..

This almost looked ritualistic… no logo…. No filter… and this weird sticky honey like substance on the end where his Cape wearing magic lips had only been a few minutes earlier…

I could smell it… in fact it was burning my eyes… and I had been on plenty of Search and rescue missions for butts many times before..

But nothing was like this…. Cause as you guessed it … This wasn’t a cigarette at all… yep… This was a genuine American handmade home brew joint!!

Now for my Stoner friends that are reading this.. How many times have you wished you could Find a joint just laying there for your taking and smoking?  No no I didnt smoke it… but I def picked it up and held it up to my nose and took a few deep in hails to get the Full smell..

Each time I would get this light headed feeling… but I thought it was that unknown thing that would happen when your young and still exploring..

You know the feeling im talking about… Like when you smell a cologne for the first time and you have instant deja vu and your mind goes blank for a second.. And all you can do is take in the moment and the scents around you…

But now looking back on it… maybe I was getting high with the Magician for all we know… and maybe just maybe..

He saw me there… and left me a few hits so I could with no troubles later… put down another 10 pieces of shit my pants cake when I went back to the party…

What ever the case might have been.. I knew that what I had here was something that was rare… this was unlike the other 20 or so some odd butts that I had collect in my jar under the porch… This would require a lot more care when Storing.

So I decided that I would take my second Jar that I had dedicated to  catching salamanders   and empty out the dirt that was left from the 2 salamanders that im sure had long Since died… Yeah I loved catching them things.. But the concept that they couldn’t live forever in a jar with no air and no food never dawned on me…

So I emptied out the jar… To my shock… one of the salamanders was Still alive…. So I decided that I would just store him in the jar along with this super rare mystical butt….

That day I made it back to The party a few mins later… I had the Secret of a life time… My first Exposure to voyeurism… and the most rare addition to my collection that I had yet to find…

I would never forget this day… as in that moment I recall watching the magician the whole time at my party… making kids laugh… and awww them with his magic…. Shit I mean even the parents at times like I said would be awwwwed by his tricks…

but the whole time … even though I didn’t know how he did half of the tricks he would preform for us..  I did know one thing… he Couldn’t smoke a cigarette like my uncle… and I sure as fuck could eat more cake…

What sticks With me for a life time isn’t that I almost smoked pot at the age of  8 years old… or the Fact that the magician , cape and all…. Was a bitch when it came to smoking cigarettes… but more so was the fact that later that summer… My folks Would fire the landscapers  when they Found what they thought was a Stash jar with a joint roach in it.

I learned a lesson That day.. And it stays with me for a life time…. Make sure to always hide your pot…

We once perfected the madness of life called Freedom

The half filled ash trays scattered around us…

no lights needed…we let our hands be our eyes into the unknown..

Some can say foolish while others … others will claim that this Was Freedom at its best.

With everything so new to our world… what were the chances that we would ever think of Stopping to look back..

That which Becomes old and takes the place of history that we once knew… its the Priceless lament of getting old they say…

hey tight yet fragile body kept warm by the gentle Caress of the artists mind…

Many would pass Through the doors of perception.. but only a select few would be allowed to stick around and linger in the mind of the almighty.

The soft smell of burning candles Filling the cold winter nights… its so new to us… but we fall right into place… we feel right at home..

The moon light Slowly sneaking in past the windows… Casting Prey on everything that was lucky to fall within the eyes limits..

Too young to know any better… and not old enough to understand it would not last Forever…

The gentle whispers of her breath pass over my body like the pending death of a perfect day…

in that moment …failure wasn’t even known.. or understood… There wasn’t a single thing in sight that could give off The feeling that one day it would all be gone.. one day it would all change..

I can close my eyes and bring myself back to this place… Though the moon no longer leaks into my creative mind… and the half broken springs of a love affairs adventures no longer Thrill me like they once did….

I’m still able to see us there… amongst the Great music… Past that sleeping bag that never knew any better…. past the clock that would Drain hours and hours away as if no one was going to pay the price of this journey…

we are frozen in my mind like a perfect movie special Effect… the Kind where Everything stops.. and the camera swings around like in the matrix…

She stopped by to say “hi” yet  i never had the chance to say bye

Sometimes I think back and think about the things that I would have perfected.. but most of the times I Think just How Perfected these memories are anyway..

Aunt Mary says… they have the darkest fears… in their eyes…. They have the family disease…

oh man….

Where you been Lately? We have a new kid in town

The first trip I took into memory lane was one that was Created at night while I sleep.

it seems that each night I have the Pleasure of falling in love with you all over again..

Only to also have the Chance to Break my own heart each morning that I wake up.

Everything is so Perfect while we sleep… Everything is just like I remember it to be…

Your perfect smile.. Your Soft hands that I can Only place mentally on the body of an angel.

The Way that things move so perfect… that look.. the one that I knew all so well.. but Miss more then anything.. when i am awake..

I have tried to replace not you.. but the feelings that you gave me For years now…. I even have Some close to almost giving up… but then I get a little taste of it… and I chase it like the ultimate addiction..

I wish I had the chance to close my eyes and at least have the chance at fixing all the wrongs… but whats the point.. I will wake up and Still have to deal With the choices that were made… another life time ago..

I think about all the lonely lonely times … that I wish I could have held you… but then the morning breaks open my eyes… shatters my dreams… and you vanish like nothing more then memories that are gathering dust on the Shelf…

You were always on my mind… and I guess the same can be said still… Since it seems that what was once the girl of my dreams… has become the Girl IN my dreams..

tell me … tell me that the Sweet love Will never die… Even though its gone.. It seems that i will always be able to look back on things and always smile to myself….

Maybe the day Will come where I will not have to fear waking up before going to sleep each night…

maybe one day… You will always be on my mind enough to reappear before my eyes..

its not that we weren’t perfect… its that the world Took a Toll On our perfection… What we might have lost that night…

I win now Each night that I dream of the girl who is now in my dreams.

And so this is Christmas…

Each year the Falling snow Reminds me of just how many times i watched the Weather gather outside my window as  a child..

The Shadows Casts by the street lights as they lit up the way for the streets that barely could be seen.

old man winter slowly claiming everything that once was green…. Turning Everything into a Winter wonder land..

The christmas Songs heard in the Parking lots of Mall madness… Gifts to be Had… Gifts to be boughten..

The fresh Smell of Pine in the air from the Many Trees that are full in season.

Egg nog on the tips of my minds tongue…

Soon enough the Christmas Story Movie will be playing on loop on the tv… and Before week know it.. another year will be here… and with it , new adventures that never Seem to fail to be called.. Life…

and so this is Christmas… and what have we done ?

As we Dance in this Moon light…

As i passed you.. in the door way…

You took me with a glance…

I should have taken that last bus home.. but I asked you for a dance..

The Steady pictures in my mind to remind me of a place I want to visit again.. but never been to.

I disobey all my first instincts and just allow my mind to Follow you into the dark room we call our minds..

I dance in this moon light… and its got me caught in this Spot light… but its 3 am.. and I’m on the streets again…

I took chance with another warning…. i’ll never be Home again…

But Were steady… and we study… all the pictures…

I always look so great in my pants…

The boss says we’ve Gone crazy… but its the means to justify the End..

and I’m dancing in the spot light… You know I’m feeling all right… and its all night .. its all nice… This moon Light..

on a hot warm summer night..

Should have gone home… but that last bus is long gone…

I can’t beg you to hold my hand… but I can pray that i never lose that chance…

and you’ve caught me in the moon light… the chance to make it all Right… and its all night …its all Right… in this moonLight…

on a cold hot summer night….

The lady picture show… That hide behind my bedroom door

Candles lit the room… I could Barely keep my self from letting my mind Drift into the patterns of the shadows falling all around her..

The windows slightly left open.. to allow enough Reasons to warm our bodies Next to the fire…

There is something magical about watching the sparkle of fire reflecting in the eyes of a perfected moment..

I leaned back slowly while feeling the old grain of the wooden floors under my hands… They almost Told a Story of time.. and the heart warmed moments that charm with no effort..

The slow wordless glances… Coming from across the endless stare… Her skin was perfected like poison on the tongue of Vanity..

I… The predator.. Slowly creeping across the never land of lust… thriving for the very moment that our minds would sync… and our bodies would touch… and the fire would be the only eyes to witness this Sin…

My finger tips Slowly exploring her body… as if the first time they have ever been used… in this manner they would be the explorers of a new world… a new time… a new dream come true…

She slowly approaches my warm hand.. which was now complimented by the soft Skin on her shoulders… the crackling fire that currently sings a duet with her pulsing heart..

her eyes built to perfection… I want to die Tonight and be reborn in her mind… I want to the little death that she’s always wondered about…

The tempted feeling of animalistic instincts slowly battling my strong will… but its my heart pumping pure fire that feeds this moment..

like a Swimmer testing the waters of the open sea for the first time… You want to drown.. but you know well how to swim…

Passion leading harmony.. infested with the lust of a pure hearted dirty mind..

These thoughts will lead her to a climatic Ending that will leave her memories tainted with the sent of This nights power.

her hand slowly gliding past my body that is now fighting off the urge to slowly take her in ways that can only be felt and not described..

her lips… soft… perfectly prepared for this very moment.. as if they were created for this night… there is nothing that can Stop us now… we have been poisoned but cupids arrow…

“make it sinful for you and me”  my mind Stutters the words of its own Thoughts…

the slow yet hard beating Thumps of her heart… Felt against my hungry lips that now press against her neck… like a blood thirsty vampire..

her hands pinned above her head .. against the same wooden floor that only moments earlier had the job of supporting my wondering fingers…

The slow stuttering of her breath… against my lips… warm… and ready…

this fire could burn the world down right now.. but we would never stop shining..

in this moment we place with the hands of time… freezing everything into a picture perfect scene…

Nothing can be said for the million times that our minds have lived this moment… its a passion… its a dream.. its our fantasy..

Cyber Suicide: Consumer Overload

Mindless droids Filled with nothing more then App breathing Air…

 

Controlling the Sand box We created and shared…

Repo sections created like a World full of mazes…

 

we are trapped at the thought of an old mans Demise.

 

Nothing is better then the best it could be …

 

Even though its Changed be glad that Facebook is free..

 

Timeline features will control The things of the past…

 

While 15 month upgrades will always be “fast”

 

Magical Glass pane…Magical price save…

 

Torment the Pipelines and Broadband Filled space…

 

Twitter my fingers till all keys ,  get used up

 

What ever happen to myspace, Aol chat rooms and such?

 

Jail bird be free and jail bird fly away…

 

but not yet to far as we are still tethered today

 

We want it now, We want it today…

 

Give me a button and ill push away

ThankFul for the Chance at being able to be Thankful

some of us are truly blessed to be around people with Hearts as big as the open sea.

in these times when You feel that you couldn’t be grateful for things enough. Someone goes out of their way to do something super nice and rewrites the rules of a kind Heart.

This year like every year.. we find something to be thankful about and rightfully So its needed.

lets think about the our loved ones… here and no longer here… lets think about the Good people that warm our Hearts each and Every day.

in this life I have seen so much… The world from so many places and different heights and lows…

This year i am grateful that i was able to reconnect with Myself in So many ways that i had forgotten about.

I was able to let go of So much anger and resentments that I had been carrying with me for years and finally move on to a place where i can say I’m happy to be in.

I’ve learned to forget what should be forgotten and relearn how to remember the things that mean the most.

I’m grateful for god being able to bless me and my family with good health (For the most part) and for the friends that have been in my life for so many years that i know now more then ever are priceless in what they give me.

Someone once told me… if you can count your friends on two Hands then your lying to yourself… if you can count them on one hand then you are lucky..

well… I can say without a doubt that I’m truly blessed which makes me even more then lucky.

Im grateful for all the hard work that has stared to pay off for me and the Crew of The ManChild show as well. you Guys really are talented and Just know that the sky is the limit.

This year I want to give a special Thanks to certain two friends of Mine and my family.

I have known them for years and year but it seems like I have known them my whole life. I can’t Stop and think about a time when I didn’t know them.

With the current situation…. me and my family Were not going to be able to enjoy cooking a huge thanksgiving meal and turkey like we have done each year…

These two filled with kindness went so out of their way to prepare us a full thanksgiving meal… turkey…. Stuffing… Corn bread… and even a pie…

They didn’t do it for any other reason then they are good hearted people. and this doesn’t go unnoticed.. as this year i am truly Grateful for this in so many ways that i can’t even start to mention.

Though I will try My best to start by saying thank you.. Thank you so much for sharing the love in your hearts with us.

I hope that everyone has the best Thanksgiving this year and that everything you want from this life finds a way into your minds… your souls… your hearts and your lives…

The best is yet to come… always live today as if it were your last and push to make the best of anything that is worth Doing Right.

Happy ThanksGiving

Thank you, Steve jobs

This is to all the “Special” ones

A short story based on the Long journey of nothing more then 100% life.

A collection Of Memorys Scattered across the broad Fast paced world we call the internet.

Vast amounts of Data passing us by as Though There is a blue light sale at kMart.

The world has come to embrace the Effort put forward by The intellects of today.

The “Crazy” ones as one once put it.. but did They fail to see we would multiple and come to save the day?

Consumer Pride Is based on nothing more then the ultimate accomplishment of Showing you know who you are.

Each and Everything we have come to accept into our lives is a symbol that Speaks exactly who we are to the rest of the world.

From online screen names .. To Fancy Cars and Tshirts filled With messages that only a handful might truly understand.

To the smaller things that we tend to Place away and forget about.

Each and Every Piece of who we are is scattered around us in everything that we have surrounded our selfs in.

life the ultimate choice.. the ultimate Journey… The Best Place to Crave nothing more then Simply the best and never settle For anything less.

we are the young.. The Ultimate Examples Of “beta” Testers

The future yet invented comes from our preferences and pursuits

we understand There for We learn. We Crave The Road To serenity and we Find it in Our Own ways.

Long Gone are the days of Having to Rewind A rental VHS before returning it…

Having to Worry about Skipping Compact Disks

Busy signal on Dial Up.. .

not having a Phone around to use with your Beeper..

not going months without Seeing someone in a Long Distance relationship.

and never falling out of the World by not knowing that information is always a few clicks away.

we have not become lazy… This is Evolution at its Finest.

we have nothing to fear. as the End Will come for all .

It is now in this Time Of age… That we step out of our confined spaces and release Our minds for Who we truly are.

Technology is a Talent That We embrace with Time and memory.

two steps Shy of a god given talent Such as drawing or music but equally as powerful as any form of Art.

Gone are the days that “genius” Was a Word that was reserved only for the “I was here First” way of thinking

Our voices Are now loud. and can be Heard around the world with Nothing more then a few clicks and spaces…

The message… you pick it.. but whatever you choose “Don’t be late” as our time Never Stops For Anything.

Time… Is our greatest threat… And the Best Way To live with time .. is To Use it wisely

Yeah That was For all the “crazy ones”

but now we are common Place In a world That becomes hand crafted each and every day of our lives.

The worst thing I can think of … Is living with the Fear that what you have to Give might not be enough.

Its Never Enough.. Until you know for sure that you have given it all you can and that you Are 100% in what your heart tells you.

Live long my friend

and thank you for the most important chapters in my book of life.

To be a Fly on the wall of life…

Sitting here Looking at everything that is going on.. the reactions to the ones that dare to take their Feelings to a place some of us can only watch from a far…

i recall the times as a child where i knew nothing more then what was fed directly into my mind… The rest was left to my imagination..

but I can not Imagine the pain.. the loss… the heartache or the devastation …

I can only right…

The day that brings night… lets us see the truly lost in the moment of anger…

Another battle that could not make it to the finish… another way to say goodbye without speaking..

Lonely battles fought for life times… The same out cry that has been heard from before my time… from before a time we have all come to call today..

Broken cracks in the streets that once carried the foot prints of another mans journey.

a world brought together by the Very things that make us nothing more then our own Presidents…Kings…and celebrities…

we all carry the same parts… the same worries… the same tears and fears…. the loud banging Drums that let us carry this life on like a never ending song..

i’ll walk the streets… With an army of electronic Hero’s … friends…. fans… followers….

The choice to be heard is one that comes from the choice to Speak up..

Don’t Ever let your thoughts pass you by as nothing more then a mental song hope…

You are the ones that were set free… years of tracking the past in order to Find the better today.. and the best tomorrow.

let it be heard tonight… the way that you feel it should be… but do not forget the ones that did not choose this battle…

Did you exchange? a walk out part on the war… for a lead role in this play?

Many of us have had dreams… Some more pronounced Then Others…

but today you stand united…. Today we are all brothers….

Dont hurt the innocent… Only back up the rivals with words strong enough to match your actions that are fueled straight from your hearts.

Tonight… the streets Will fail to sleep… Tonight justice will not be severed…  but this will not be the last time that your battle cries go heard.