life times & love

i find beauty in the simplest things. today was nice, it was grey and i thought it was the perfect time to take photos of some stuff in the backyard. i went out with no jacket on and the cold air felt good coating my skin. i've never seen this part of autumn before in florida, it's a nice side. this is why i love this quote:

rule number one: don't stay out in the night time or the lesbians will eat your flesh
#2 women are government agents sent for surveillance on men
#3 a world without men is a world without people
#4 george washington, woman. abraham lincoln, woman, caesar, woman, alexander the great, woman

this was said by a drunk homeless man on the V train. gosh i love new york.

i love walking down the street in the morning. everyone is in their own world, maybe enjoying the day or cursing someone under their breath. it's interesting to watch them, they know you're looking but neglect your stares and your thoughts of what they re doing. people are always building their own walls to board up outsiders on the street.
i always wonder if i'm doing the same thing by just walking with my headphones on all the time. i always want to have that welcoming presence about me, but i guess i'm contradicting myself if i do that. i say good morning to the people when they look up at me and smile, & it sorta makes my day when they do that. i don't know, i just find greatness in the simplest of things, even if it is an obligated smile to humanity.

New York never greeted me politely

while I was considered a tourist I went through the

Holland Tunnel & now that I go there with no map

& a clue I venture through the Lincoln where the lights

make me dizzy and I crave the polluted sunlight that says

“welcome to Manhattan,” without a smile; but just a gas mask

that hides its face of skyscrapers and street performers

I stood & listened to them perform

an old Beethoven quite blind in one eye & lop sided on his

old Yamaha keyboard he played the symphonies the way they were

written with one tired hand and a broken heart

he finished, this old Beethoven with a fling of his wrist & bowed his

head, kissing a black key politely since it was their first date

I clap ferociously and whisper bravo

when the music is done I have no choice where to go

but to a sea of business men thinking of their Penelope

they all wear the same thing, the black suit except one

may be grey or blue. in their hand they carry the briefcase

it holds their papers & a small photo of their family that they

hang in their office, where they make petty small talk

and sip on black coffee

I fled to Amsterdam after to meet a friend

to eat cheap Chinese and drink free

white wine if we pleased. we talked of

old friends we missed, of music and homosexuals

of cell phones and of Broadway

after the fortune cookies were read,

and the bill was paid the night was over

while all the rest of Manhattan slipped on shoes

swiped their Metro Card and rode through the subways

I secretly smoked small cigars

outside of class when I stood near abandoned buildings

trying to take everything in,

the wind slapping me in the face while the warm smell

from the cart nearby made my mouth water.

it was time to go home, back to Jersey

across the river since I used up all my spare change

buying this lighter to help with my veiled habit,

I went to school the next day, we talked of the Village, and

how the artists laid here, and thrived here pointing their fingers

at some old building where the painters were going to collaborate,

and where Ginsberg would meet up with a new love.

they all fled to Brooklyn, to the classic streets in Flatbush

emptying the Greenwich of strivers, and filling it with

celebrities and adult shops. this wasn’t in the brochure,

this wasn’t what I was expecting, this New York

with its hand tied behind its back while the pizza burned

in the brick oven. I’m not angry with you, and nor am I

disappointed with all your avenues and taxi cabs

I just wanted to be warned for once,

that maybe, I would be getting into something

unexpected

today was one of the best days i had since i started college. i would have to say donald is one of my favorite people that i've met so far. we have fun with just doing whatever. we went to central park with his nikon and high spirits and & had fun. maybe photography might be my thing a little too. i really enjoyed taking pictures, it felt good being behind the camera.