still

On my way back from Los Angeles today, I had a very nice moment. One of many, but this felt more special. After standing on the bus for about an hour, I finally had a chance to sit down after the bus emptied out quite a lot. As I was looking out the window, and as the sun was going down I caught a glimpse of a handful of birds flying past some power-lines and trees. And at that moment I felt this overwhelming joy and sadness all at once. I started to cry so intensely and the old man sitting next to me asked me if I was okay, and as I wiped my tears with my sleeve my mouth let out a very quiet, "I'm okay, thank you". And the man just smiled and looked away.

As we got closer to Pomona, I noticed the moon from the window of the bus. It was such a sight tonight, I couldn't help but to be so awed by its glow. And I thought about something, I thought about how constant the moon is, how steady it has always been and I asked myself if I could be that way. Constant, steady, still...

And as the bus dropped us off at our stop, I thanked the man for asking me if I was okay. And I thought about something as I was heading home. I thought, I can try and try and wish but maybe I'll never be just like the moon, but I can still learn so much from it, and I can still learn so much from other people. I can learn to understand others better.

I think, in a way, that's still really special.

And then there was you

day today

cool

sharing with me

Hands Held Tight

To be able to try
Onward scaling these manufactured obstacles in time
It’s mine and only mine
Let go with soft words left behind

To be able to pry
Open until honest words dye our hopeful hearts
Investing stories summed up in small parts
Lifting my hands until a breath relieves a heavy sigh

To be able to cry
On your side holding my fragmented questions and worries
Ideas humbled ready to store these
Laying here asking one more please

To be able to experience trouble and joy
Rustic memories we must somehow avoid
Understanding those eyes even if blurred at times
Sharp and silent smiles revealing all kinds
Try try try

picky eater

I

Weirdest looking daily note ever.
It makes me uncomfortable looking at it and it's my own hand.
Weird.

September 23

Today is my brothers birthday.
Today he is 31 years old, every year that his birthday approaches, I tend to think of him more than usual. My brother and I have been very different people, and in these past few years, we haven't had the best relationship. But recently I've reconciled those differences and these negative perceptions I have of my brother and I see all the good that my brother carries with him. He is the most extroverted, charming person I know, he can be very kind when he needs to be and selfless at times. He can talk to anyone and make them smile or laugh. He is my brother and even though we aren't as close as I would want to be, I still love him and wouldn't change who he is.

My favorite memories of my brother are the times that he lived in Fontana and he would come to pick me up in Pomona just so I could stay over at his place. And those car rides were always my favorite moments with my brother, the practical jokes that we would play on each other. I remember hiding in his closet once while he was out in the kitchen or something at night time and when he came back in I scared the life out of him. I think that was one of the last times I ever did that to him because I was scared I might give him a heart attack.

I remember when I was younger he didn't ever let me play video games, and whenever I found out he rented some new videogame I didn't even want to play. I just wanted to sit there and watch him play, and I would get the biggest kick out of that. I have a lot of favorite memories of my brother but theres no way I could actually write it all out.

Happy birthday big brother.

conditions

just because

seasons

A.A. Bondy- "Killed Myself When I Was Young"- "When the Devil's Loose"

Stop The Pomona Waste Transfer Station

It's been a long fight but I can't give up on this city and it's people. A group of dedicated, amazing, hardworking, compassionate people, that make up United Voices of Pomona has been fighting this trash dump since the fatal decision was made on July 16 2012 to approve this trash station. 

I have one favor to ask, inform the Pomona residents, your neighbors and friends, your family, that this company and this corrupted city council has put our city in danger. 

Elections are coming, please find out what district you live in and vote out the city council members that voted yes on this trash station, elections are coming up in November!

Paula Lantz- District 4- voted YES for Trash Station.

Danielle Soto- District 1- voted YES for Trash Station.

Stephen Acthley- District 6- voted YES for Trash Station.

Ginna Escobar- District 5- voted YES for Trash Station.

Eliott Rothman- Mayor/clown of Pomona- didn't get to vote because he received thousands of dollars in campaign contributions for this mayoral race back in 2008 from the very PRESIDENT OF THIS TRASH SITE!!!!

I don't know about you guys but I can't let a bunch of clowns destroy this city and ruin our health and the health of our future generations.
Please, just spread the word.

always writing about the moon

wonder

what happens to us...

fun things

inside

life becomes possible

I'm practicing to live presently and accepting that things are impermanent. So I cherish these moments now. I cherish these moments now. I cherish these moments now.

tandoor

Hayward Ca. March 2009
I still don't know how to smile for a camera.

Besides This Mind

A dedication

I wrote this poem today after a long hike with my friends Xavier, Amit, Toph, and Frida. I wrote this poem for two strangers that I've never met before. And I wrote it for my friends, love, and this beautiful life. I hope those two strangers get a chance to read it someday.

The letter F

Breathing in

a collective strength

beautiful

QUEEN DIVA 4EVER!

red doors

Hayward ca. September 2009

the empty spaces

slow days

Pomona ca. September fourth, 2012

Sunsets with my best friend.

clearly

trust

your words

Daily Note #176

August