miami, fl

The sun will rise and set regardless.

What we choose to do with the light is up to us.

I still have dreams, they’re not the same

They don’t fly as high as they used to.  

So line on up, and take your place

And show your face to the morning

Cause one of these days, you’ll be born and raised

And it all comes on without warning.  

March into the Sea

if you think you know enough to know enough to know you’ve had enough and if you think you don’t you probably will

Your goal is not to change everyone, your goal is to change someone.  

What if it was all just as simple as being nice?

Being nice to everyone, all the time. 

And what if by just being nice to eveyone, you got it all back, in spades.  

What if it was really that simple? 

Missed The Boat

We were certainly uncertain
At least I'm pretty sure I am
Well we didn't need the water
But we just built that good God dam

NOLA

 “The only excursion of my life outside of New Orleans took me through the vortex to the whirlpool of despair: Baton Rouge. . . . New Orleans is, on the other hand, a comfortable metropolis which has a certain apathy and stagnation which I find inoffensive.“ - John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces 

Next to the ocean, my favorite place in the world to be is New Orleans. I love the city and the people, the food and oh, the music. Getting off the plane, you can smell the city in the thickness of the air. No place like it on earth.  

Early morning walks along thw river with a cup of coffee and chickory. Watching the fog slowly makes its way off the river. 

People watching in Jackson square. Taking in all the sights, sounds and smells that the city has to offer.  

Parades, you run into parades anywhere, at any time. People having fun, loving their city.  

Walking down the streets, no place  to be and in no hurry to get there. “I know what it means”.

Ignatius Reilly sums it up best. “Leaving New Orleans also frightened me considerably. Outside of the city limits the heart of darkness, the true wasteland begins.”

6/16/17

Happy Birthday

"Do you have the courage?  Do you have the courage to bring forth this work?  The treasures that are hidden inside you are hoping you will say yes"

This is my wish for you on your 18th birthday.  I wish for you the courage to always follow your dreams.  To always dream BIG dreams.  To find ways to always stay positive and more than anything, for you to share the treasures that are inside you with the world, so that everyone else can see just how special you are.

Happy Birthday Buddy.  I love you more than anything in the world. 

And I learned not to say much of nothing And I figured you already know But in case you don't or maybe forgot I'll lay it out real nice and slow

7/16/2014 / Haynes Avenue and Frelinghuysen Avenue, Newark, NJ. 

Happy Birthday

If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too.  If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, and yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise.

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master, if you can think—and not make thoughts your aim.  If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two impostors just the same.  If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, and lose, and start again at your beginnings and never breathe a word about your loss.  If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you, except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much.  If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,  and which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son.

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