It started with six feet.
3 different souls in different soles.
The day after a Los Angeles shower,
lifting a table across graveled road under a transmission
Peering up in the sky like the vision of a kaleidoscope;
it was time.
Dividing them up in what looked like a peace sign I smirked
Our tools preparing us for this journey:
An iPod dock station, books like Aristotle, and a pair of
cheap aviators from Berkley.
We headed down a riverbed jumping a six foot fence which I
Laughing it off we continued.
The day was right.
Afternoon, around 1:30 pm,
Los Angeles after a shower with spots of clear skies,
and the water in the riverbed doin what it usually does.
Go forward and looking back literally never happened that
Barely entering our 20's life seemed so funny.
From the high wire we tried to touch 30 feet above us
yet seemed so close.
Eyes dilated, feeling elated we just entered our journey.
And Portishead there in the Glory Box I held.
The volumes up to 30...no 40
and we're walking, feeling the pain in my leg from the fall
but keep walking it felt.
Go toward grass on the side that hosted leaves like
eyes zooming in to see how the dew feels
asking my friends how do you feel?
On our second hour,
we're half a mile into our journey
The Light by Cunninlynguists in the glory box my friend held
It cradled hip-hop instrumentals, and guitar solos by
Hendrix and Stevie Ray Vaughn
and like that music playlist there was no separation.
No distancing ourselves from what we used to deem foreign.
it was at this instance, I felt comfortable with death and
understanding if it took me away in sleep or swept me off my
This, was my time to enter some enlightenment.
A stream of conscious thoughts from feelings of cops to past
relationships and family.
Imagine a library, filled with books of your memories,
horrors, triumphs, and depressions and your mind
accesses each book
and writes your thoughts page by page and it's done.
You're onto a new book now.
It was so overwhelming but it felt like my body
communicating to me.
Speaking from my soles it told me
go forward mijo.
reaching towards the end of our journey a freeway in the
with typical LA traffic and it hit me.
What was I doing?
What was it I'd like to achieve in this lifetime?
What are my friends ambitions and strengths
their weakness and my faults?
What will I be good at in the future?
Who in society tells me what to be?
What will my family think of me?
Chastising my drug use.
"But it's for my betterment!"
I'd say in my mind.
A dialogue I entered briefly but dipped out of.
we're almost back to my car.
The peak was gone and now it's the afterglow.
Feeling wavelengths of this journey hittin' me back.
Every hit as strong with God's Bathroom Floor in my eardrums
go forward it felt.
Inside the car now and we decide on a dime
to allow us to recollect and reflect our journey.
heading to the bank the wave lengths
grab hold of me and in the car zonin'
and spacing out on un-orthodox things
annoying car horns,
slow walking pedestrians,
shortly timed intersection lights.
Parked and heading into the monster controlled
by banks of the east like Steinbeck in Grapes of Wrath
that have done so much wrong to unfortunate lives and so
to wealthy individuals.
For a brief moment,
I felt like a traitor.
Someone passing enemy lines not with a white flag, but his opponents
waving in the air proud to be a consumer.
I snap out of it.
Armed with an iPod its the day before Christmas eve
these lines reasonable but long.
the wavelengths hit me again.
I'm in a room full of people,
different lives, tellers, construction workers,
familia of different nationalities.
I'm happy to live in LA but sometimes not like this.
Where some families come to this monster to send money
back home. Where militants run their prior casa, and
crooked presidents hold lengthy terms and lengthier oppressions.
Not like this...
with each bank poster filled with Colgate smiles
and hands clasp together just to insinuate what they do.
put their hands together and pretend like what they've done
Washing their hands clean like Pontius Pilate
I'm growing with more frustration towards them than this
But I'm distracted...
a paper slipping out of a nine year olds book on earth
it was a bank statement.
Hesitating on whether I should interact with this person I
Removed my ear piece and gently tapped with two fingers to
the adult and pointed to the
paper on the floor.
Ordering her daughter to pick it up she presumed her rather
I saw the adult slowly turning her neck,
her eyes leading first in the direction
to see what I look like.
I've gotten the money,
and we've picked up what we needed at a friend of a friend's
conversations that ended in laughs like hyenas
and conversations that let us relish in thought.
rekindled my outlook on life
and how I view it.
my life changed...
of what I