Feel better, friend.

22/50, 60 points, and the clutch game-winner.  And on the day the warriors went 73-9 too.  Today, a compelling story came to an end. A story to rival tales of fiction, with an ending too good to be true. Storytelling that put to shame most of the books I've read, and the spectacles I've watched -  Because this was real.  A story that spanned 20 years from beginning to end. Twenty years of mere mortals watching a young boy from Philly carve his name into the history books. This story, like any other begins with an underdog.  Drafted 13th as a 17 year old, many saw through his youth and discovered his prowess. But many also doubted him. They wanted another year of college. They said he was too rough round the edges, too young for the big league. You know, the classic underdog fighting against the critics and the naysayers.  The thing was, he didn't promise immediate success. In fact he started out relatively poorly, averagin...

Hush now, idiot. Stop kicking up a fuss. I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul. I choose, I decide. You balk, you crumple and hide. Shut your whining and self-doubt. Your worries and your desires. They threaten to penetrate through this veneer of confidence I have so tirelessly constructed. Let me rest now, cease your complaints. Let me breathe now, go, take your break. A tempest -autonomic, anti-sympathetic to my prerogative. Allow me now, to rest and digest, to cast my cares on the evening wind. -The clouds, they look so perfect in the morning. I put down the poems to view the sugar in the sky lines and rows of crystal dust- Take me back there! Ease and comfort not even death could bereave.

Expend so much, try to Expand this little circle of mine. This little dot I have,  It starts here. Here. Then I battle these demons within me, oh,  Demons, demons, Metaphorical of course.  These that fly, or swim, or... Walk in my head? My mind? Heart and mind. All to say, HI!  HELLO KIND SIR/MADAM Allow me to play the fool to get this friendship going. Allow me to dance and doodle and derogate, so that you may like me just a little more. A little more than you would a stranger, please.  I'll sing, don't worry! I'll share all the bite-sized pieces of truth with you, no, no, it doesn't hurt me at all. No, no.  All smiles, all light-hearted.  Then, fuck-  This term of endearment ends abruptly and I struggle to give you a ring.  Because I'm more afraid of rejection  than loneliness.  13 Jan 2016.

Clenched fists, heart pounding, teeth glued together as every sinew struggles to break free of its bonds. I imagine fire, a man on fire, not passion, but passionate anger. Indignation. A man on the brink of being blown to bits, who stands trembling under the weight of his own conscience. Fire, red, all steam now. He saw, nay, read, of kids who died in war, Felt a little sadness. Woe. He saw, nay, read, of starving families in a place torn apart by constant strife. He saw, nay, read, of a kid who died of cancer before ever learning of what being an adult meant. He saw, nay, read. Then felt it surge before it disappeared almost instantly. Melancholy he says. Powerless, he explains. Then of the groping in Germany, he felt it again. Imagines an angry man who goes to capture every evil in the world, smites it down with the furious justice only GODS hold. Superman, he laughs. Superman. It mellows, disappears, Disappointed. A boy on a bus keying words on a white screen. ...

I eat the windy snow while the sun looks proudly down on me, Or at least I think it does. Wind, all wind, frost, edges and stone. Complete, as it is forever etched - blue and white upon this very earth Perfect. 22 December 2015

You sit right next to me, But I cannot understand you. And I do want to understand. Know the life you lived, Know the pain behind the tears you cry. I want to connect with you on that level, you, my kin, my blood. We, who were linked by mere chance, on this earth separated by my mother. You, who carried me through my early years, and now... We are given this opportunity to string words together to create meaning, But I do not understand you, And you do not understand me. 28 November 2015

Lennie ain't no fighter. But Lennie's strong and quick and Lennie don't know no rules. Of mice and men