dialog poem

(The convo between the wise guy and the bottle of tequila. the wise guy is a good drink you can get a stacotos. it's a mix of many tequilas. imagine the tequila with a mexican voice...it helps.)

Tequila: hey there little wise guy. what's happenin?

Wise guy: eh, not much. just gettin ready to give my customer a good time.

Tequila: how can you give him a good time. you probably can't get him even tipsy unless he's a light weight.

Wise guy: but you see, it's not about gettin the guy drunk. not even tipsy. it's all about giving him a good taste of my nectar. did you not know that i'm a blend of over 7 different tequilas. i'm just you multiplied by a bunch. eh?

Tequila: whatever man. that's not the way it works. have you not been to a party man? or here, have you heard the song by ted nugent called "mas tequila"? that says it all right there! i win.

Wise guy: i see. i guess you could be right. but then again, there's always the possibility that he might like for who i am.

Tequila: you sound so gay man. you've got to grow some balls man

Wise guy: i'm a drink. chill out.

Tequila: don't be a smart ass! 

Wise guy: i am a wise guy though. ;o)

Tequila: well here comes our buyers. try to look good. 

Wise guy: oh you know it bro.

Tequila: i am not your bro man. we different drinks man.

Wise guy: but i am made of tequila so therefore if my calculations are correct, you are my half brother, twice removed.

Tequila: Whatever, your loco en la cabeza man.

Wise guy: nunca!

journal #6

My spring break was not very exciting. usually i would be going to a hot spot in cali or in the bahamas or heck climb mount everest but this time it was not so cool. instead i ate, ate, ate, and ate some more. it was a magnificent display of affection for my love. as you can see my love is food. food is the essence of life. it is the ultimate peace one can obtain. steak was the best part. tri tip with wershtashire souce. mmmm-mmm! amazing! Anyways, lets see, what did i do...ah hah! i played the guitar a bunch. created a bunch of new sounds, so my song for my friend should be ready soon. you know how it is, you get a good tune in your head and you put it onto paper then out it goes into a song. it's pretty fun. she's a good friend of mine too. so it's not like i do this all the time. just on special occasions, she happens to be one. :o) what  else did i do? i read books and watched a bunch of movies too. the last samarai was a one of them. great movie. has a lot of good points to it. stuff you really could use. there's a saying i like in it. it says "life in every breath" great line. love it. also i was goin to watch the shawshank redemption. that movie is another classic that is amazing. morgan freeman makes it so good. he's a great actor. the best. there has not been a bad movie with him in it. 

Nature Poem-Pinecones

they fall from the sky

hitting pedestrians as they stroll by

their horny body keeps us at bay

though we tend to play with em day to day

they pile up in the winter

they're dust in the summer

the trees make em

the squirrels eat em

what else can be said 

except they make a great prank when put in someone's bed

journal #5

My weekend? My weekend was fantastic. I have finally figured  out who to ask to prom. You see, i've never been much of a player, or the guy who always gets the girls or the guy who even asks the girls. it's always been secured that she would say yes cause they were either my friend or unfortunately short-term girlfriend. But here it's different. I have met a girl that is great and that i've grown to like. She's very pretty and lives in sunriver. So it's a little bit of a drive to meet her but i can deal with that. The trouble is, "how do i ask her?" How do i ask her!? i was thinking chocolate and a rose with a small stuffed animal. nothing big but simple and sweet. what you guys think eh? cause she's not my girlfriend, just someone i happen to have one of those small crushes on. the typical high school crush thing. but i don't take it lightly. i want to be a good prom date. possibly boyfriend if she's interested. but back to prom, here's the plan. me and all my friends want to rent a limo, a stretched hummer limo. :) sweet eh? also i wanted to take her to the nice dinner and just have a great time. enough of this topic, next..... what else did i do this weekend? i did a bunch of guitar. I'm learning to play. it's fantastic. i tell ya, it gets in your blood. cause I'm in love with it. I'm trying to learn this song called camel's night out by Eric Johnson. He's the greatest guitar player in the world. rated numo uno twice by other guitar players. so it's really difficult and really fast. but i think i can do it. so i'm gonna be practicing that major. now i've only been playing for a month or so, so i should have a ways to go but if i can master this song, it will greatly improve my skill.... hopefully. 

Minority Report

Too small

i cannot reach this place, i cannot reach to the top

to get that snickering bottle of pop

why was i made this way?

why must i live like this from day to day?

i feel so left out, so obscured

too much pain i have endured

was it God? was it fate?

c'mon, i can't even get a date

Mr. doctor sir, can you make me well?

put me in heaven instead of hell?

the doctor up high

replies with a sigh

there is nothing for me here

only a stool and a tear

The ballad

The rich man

a man of power, a man of no need.

a man true to his every word

a man of honor, one who would lead.

he took people on his boats all the time

bringing gifts to parties, providing all the wine.

He lived in a mansion with gold statues on the lawn

he was too savvy, for any devil to con.

they thought he was a happy man, a happy soul

that he would keep living life to the full.

but it was not long

before he proved them all wrong

the morning sunday paper was splashed with red

for the empty young man was found dead,

with a gun near the bed

Writer's autobiography

The legend of Chase

I have had many experiences in my lie that contribute to my writing skills and aspirations. Many years ago, when I was a little tike, many told me my writing was not so swell. For example, in middle school, right around sixth grade, i began to write stories and poems. But a ton of m friends told me it wasn't worth my time. That I was not curt out to be a writer. So I gave it up and moved on to other things like sports and such. Yet, when i went to high school, things began to change. My freshman teacher, Mr. Love, forced the entire class to write in a journal. I began to take a liking to it and i realized whatever I wrote was private. Nobody could criticize me on how or what I wrote. This led things to the better. Here i am now, a young and ambitious kid who likes to write every once and a while.

My writing idols happen to be song writers. One of my favorites is Bob Dylan. He is an amazing writer who can tell a true story through a poem that rhymes very well. It's entertaining as well as beautiful. But above all, he can describe a scene, time, or just a classic story behind a disguise. That is such a talent, I really admire him for it. Another great writer is David Gilmour. He is the guitar player and singer for the world famous, Pink Floyd. He just came out with a solo album a few months ago. And I must say, some of the songs he writes and spectacular. He also tells beautiful stories. They're very simple too, which gives me hope that I can be good and still stay simple. I'm not a very complicated writer. My other favorite, the "three chord king", Tom Petty. He also can write beautiful stories. Now I don't think i'll ever be able to become even close to as good as these guys. But that's not the point. These men have written stories that are their own. I must do the same. I must write my own story, I should never try to imitate another writer. That takes away from the whole concept and philosophy behind poetry. "To each his own" as they say. My goal is to create my own style, to become the best I can be.

I write poems and songs now. Many of which are very dramatic. My goal is to be able to write really funny songs or poems, and some that bring tears to the eyes. As I wander into life, I begin to realize that you have to have fun, to be yourself. Me and my personality is very outgoing and funny, buy m poems seem to be on the melancholy side. My hope begins with wanting to bring laughter, not tears. Tears through laughter, now that's a good thing.

My father once showed me a poem of his. it was really great. I didn't know he could write so well. But it taught me a very valuable lesson. You don't have to be a great writer to like writing. It's what i means to you, what it does for your own satisfaction. Writing is not about how good you are or how many people you impress, all that matters is p to you. It's much more of a personal hobby that I think really lets you draw out whatever you want in your own words. I have learned a lot in my short but sweet life so far, and I plan to learn much more. I plan to write, write, and write some more.