my rough draft of a "mustache jello mold" poem for my neighbors this year.

Since I missed it when you moved in so many months ago I decided now the time was right this poem I shall flow. For jello molds are custom for all neighbors around especially from this one who makes one too many sounds. I picked the mustache shape so you would remember who its from I surely hope you do not think this shape is rather dumb. Mustaches may be trendy but this trend I have set However, I am here to make sure you would never forget. How much you are loved, and how you are all my friends. you might think i would say "until the very end?" well a non cliche poet, is what I like to show my poems go on forever, they flow and flow and flow. I keep getting off topic very typical for me, just enjoy your jello mold.

It is what it is.

I hate that moment in time when you start to miss someone almost instantly. Something happens, a song comes on the radio and your brain works into overdrive. I've lost a lot of people in life. I try not to let little things in life bother me, but then the song comes on o some kind of smell is in the air. Then you think of that time, the place, the setting. The reminder of old buildings, raddy hotels, his perfectly styled black hair. The fact that he looked like Billy Warlock only much more handsome. His deep voice, handsome polo, tanned skin with a body underneath that shirt that one could only find in a magazine. Mostly, the fact that we had so much in common we did not know if conversation would ever end. Then you miss the opportunity to have gotten to know eachother. As silly as it sounds, I certainly felt something. My brain does play mean tricks on me, often in fact. But now in college enrollments and more assigned clients and tasks at work. Every once and a while, I have to stop and recollect that moment in time and wonder why we grew apart. When there was..so much potential to grow together. I had a dream about him last night, woke up and realized there was still no communication between him. It kinda hurts still. I never could tell you why it hurts so much, but it is what it is.

Rest in peace, Whitney Heichel. They found her dead tonight.

A press conference just came on tv announcing the death of the local missing female, Whitney Heichel. She was found dead on Larch Mountain, they have a suspect they arrested that they believe is the guy responsible. I feel and pray tonight for her husband, the rest of her family and her friends. I am in shock, and disbelief listening to this press conference on tv. She was only 21 years young, a barista, Trying to make a living, and could not even live that much life here on earth with us. Rest in peace.

How can we change the world? step 1.

I think in honor of disabilities month...we should all do what we can to make a difference. People do not think we are powerful enough but we can. Lets take it to a whole new step, and make it diversity month. My idea is: everytime you see someone online on a fourm or a meme making fun of someone who is: of ANY race, creed, religion, any kind of disability (physical or mental) you report them. Lets make facebook a little bit, nicer. Who is up for the challenge? how to change the world, step 1. kinkysoandso.blogspot.com That is my first installment on how I can contribute, and help others to contribute to making the world a better place. If you have ANY IDEAS feel free to send them to me. Also, if you wanna take that above paragraph too facebook or anywhere, feel free. chiliconholly@gmail.com and ill post them here or link your blog in one of my entries. Thanks everyone. Hope this new idea helps. I have been wanting to see some changes in the world.

Out of a memoir...

As I whistfully leave with my blue scrubs on and prepare to do my next task...its a day where a strong flavored tuna sandwich wedge and the cool breeze in the air reminds me of the San Franciso breeze..I reminice on what might have been.

Redwood forest and Paul McCartney

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So it was a nice September  day and I was going through the Redwoods forest. It was my first trip there and I was extremely excited. I got out after being in a car for several hours, and stretched my legs and bones. As I get there they are about to close the trees of mystery walking tour. I venture  into the gift shop and the song starts playing. I glanced over and I see this man standing there. I remember his dark eyes and his innocent looking face. Why I do not know but he was staring at the press penny machine. I was across from him trying to pick out the first shot glass to add to my collection from the strip. Being in a brand new place a brand new state and observing everything and everyone around me, for some reason now when I hear this song I think of that exact moment. It's called let em in by Paul McCartney in the wings. I heard this song before and knew the artist. I did not know the title so I had trouble finding it. last night I was on a journey to find the title of the song by 1 single instrumental rift. A rift that I have been whistling for many weeks now. I admit this is not 1 of my best writing pieces. Yet it like the moment in time means a lot to me.