Through my weary eyes, I type. It is 5 am as the sun begins to rise on my side of this planet. My wife lay asleep while candles flicker throughout the house. Traditional Japanese music softly plays from the television. I don’t know why I’m writing but I do it regardless.
It’s been a very long time since I have been blogging and a lot has changed. I’m married with a step son now. And I’m sober for the first time in my life. To be honest I’ve never felt better. I am on a path; this path is beautiful.
And as I write the sun continues to rise and the music continues to play and time is slipping away into next and the best thing I can do is simply view it.
I’ve always counted my blessings. Abundant. Thankful.
There’s too much beauty in this world to waste any time in my personal opinion. So I practice love. Through various ways and means. I’ve been working very hard to better myself for my self. It’s working as my self doubt is exhaled into nothingness. Leaving me with nothing but peace.
This is my peace
They arrive like a sunrise
To a cold, dark world
Here is where I abide
Blossoming like a lotus
In this deep dark mud
Where are we going my love?
I dare not sit idle
Whilst our bodies weaken
And the earth is desecrated
Wake up from your slumber
I have not seen you for some time
While I carry a torch of love
Awaiting your return
Baby your a pinnacle
So perfect; I could worship n I wonder n hope its not cynical
Unbelievable beauty and grace is such a miracle
When you said yes; my stress went out the window
We have a date with destiny; a destiny date
I wait n wait so anxiously;
Just simply to see your face
But I know time flies and in a blink of an eye
I’ll have you in my arms and eventually have to say goodbye
I’ll let you go fly cause I can have you back
I said baby can I love you?
“Only if I can love you back.”
Why do I love the rain
Does it wash away the pain
The hurt; of living here on earth
Or is it the calm and serene
Drifting into streams
Or cascading lights in the city
Stunning; it’s so pretty
Or perhaps the sound
On the tin roofs or ground
It’s lovely when it rains except
Perhaps I’m a little rain obsessed.
Abbot street; an old opium den. The Sun Ah hotel.
The elevator shaft once brought up. the heroin.
Now your blankets and trash are discarded in the rusted abyss.
The distinct smell of crack and meth house mixed with cigarettes, mold and bed bug spray.
Yet when times were rough indeed we still strived to achieve our dreams through tears and fears and thick and thin.
I watched over you and you watched over me. I miss you dearly J bird; rest in peace.
I’ll meet you in a ghetto in the sky and we’ll put a studio in our trap.
Vegan mango fruit juices and topical tropical psychedelic ganja.
I promise you I’m doing good down here and thinking of you my friend.
For me it’s almost like there’s no one left and I can’t wait to see you instead.
We can view the memoirs of our lives mixed and mastered plastered onto the sands of time.
Where do Angels go when they die? I hope to see you again; in the ghetto in the sky.