rambles, poems, braindroppings, and stories

cleaning the dishes, scrubbing the floor, doing the trash, painting, dusting, cooking and buying food for the family, vacuuming and sweeping the floor, cleaning the yard. these are all the daily chores that need to be done all the time, there is so no glory for this work nor is it fun to complete them.

why do i want to hurt her so? it is as if i do exactly what she doesnt want me to do. i think of the stupidest and worst action, and i do it without regret. afterwards i feel sad, i feel sad because i miss her so and i want to see her again, but she doesnt want to see me anymore.

cold air in my lungs and the wind blowing against me; i bike to wherever the road flows. tired legs want to rest, and yet i bike on. i remember the hot tea that will greet me when i return, still i bike more.

I dream of sleep; no more work and no worries. Just the crickets singing in the distance and silence. And once I awake I want to travel, to go see new lands and meet new people. Still there is much to learn; and new air to breathe. Where shall I go?

loud yelling in the kitchen hurts my ears, but the warm food feels good in my belly. why should you say something softly when you can just scream it? ah, that's much more satifying. in the morning everyone sounds like mice, squeaking and running around before work. and after they leave, nothing, peace and quiet. the hustle bustle in the house comes cashing back in the night, at the late hours of course. i hear the blasting television in the background and yet no one is watching it. work, work, and more work. and so the family goes around everyday never stopping, usually getting crazier on holidays and weekends. that's love for ya, fighting and yelling, and being together.

small subtle drops smashing on the ground, flowing into the streets, moving slowing, the sound inducing sleep and lazy eyes, welcoming coolness in the air,  singing the song of wetness and pushing away the harsh sticky dryness...come come slow rain

the summer is coming to the end, cooler days, a light breeze from the ocean in the air, rainy days, big waves from hurricanes, afternoon naps, a rest before the cold...

lazing around the house and reading while eating ice cream. biking to the beach and taking a swim in the ocean and after a nap on the sand. coffee in the mornings and beer during the nights. grilling food outside during holidays with family. fireflies and mosquitoes. blasting music on the speakers so loud that you can sing along without hearing how bad your voice is. the simple pleasures of a lazy summer. there's no reason to have worries, wait till the winter to think about problems because right now there's sun till 8pm and the sun's on your back.

Everyday of hard work. The clock ticks and you think "why do i work so"? A small human in the thick of it. Always remember there is travel, family, and mystery in life. One day you will be bored with life and the next consumed by your luck. Beware these real feelings are addictive, once you feel like you are on top of the world you will want it again. So there is always constant work. I guess i'm saying you should never get too comfortable. I have spent a lot of my life rebelling against religion. But i find i respect those whom have faith in themselves and other human beings.

Nunca preguntaría a ella para esperarme. Quiero que ella tiene su libertidad. Así es el baile. Jamás es fácil, tampoco debería serlo. Dos vidas juntas. Todos quieren alguien pero es trabajo, tienes que trabajar todos los dias. Y no se puede tenerla, no es así. Ella tiene el poder, es la verdad. Ella te dará todo puede entonces tienes que estar a su lado cuando necesita. Y no te preocupes, no vas a fallar. Solo tiene fe en la vida y todo bueno en el mundo.

Time passes in moments. Before you know it the moment has passed, unreachable and unchangeable. The moment pregnant with regret or fulfilled happiness.

never have i regretted to love her. it's simple. moments pass. she and i will never forget our time together. the pain and sadness passes like water under a bridge.

un paso y otro paso tengo ganas para bailar nuca tuve el ritmo correcto en el pasado pero no me importa ella dice que va a ensenarme y creo en ella yo sigo su paso porque estoy un nino perdido buscando un camino ella es fuerte yo estoy aprendiendo

everything is changing wherever you go i just dont want to get left behind i want to be there when the world goes to hell i dont know if im a good man or a bad man but im sure gonna try and if you judge me well fuck you ill judge you back i dont give a fuck about what you think about me im a moving along on my way to another road and i dont regret any shit ive done from the past i hope you all can pardon me because im a little crazy and got good intentions just im a human and maybe you are better than me well i can live with that the night will end and the sun will rise like everyday all i know is im gonna see the four seasons for the first time in a long time and life aint no joke it is special yeah i can see through all that bullshit because im on my way im lucky and you aint?  dont try to lie to me my friend

the world is a big place and a lot people are lonely so there aint no reason why you cant find your somebody everyone needs someone to at least keep them company maybe you wanna be alone for awhile and think everything out well that is okay it is good to have some alone time but always appreciate your friends and family and your significant other you need them and they need you