I want to hear your stories. No i don't want to hear about who you are dating or what you think of other random people. I want to hear stories of your past. I want you to tell them to me the way you see them. I don't just want to hear the stories of your life, I need to hear them. I need to know you are human, that there is more to you than this world. I need to know your life is rich w history, and that your stories weave together like ocean currents, hot and cold mixing in at incredible depths all forming what has now become you. I need to know you tall kid w glasses in my philosophy class. I need to know you grandma, sitting alone on the train, you are more than skin and bones, your are full of life, i need to hear about it. I need to know you beauracratic worker, I need to know there is more than paperwork and imaginary rules, I need to know this is a cover for who you really are. I know I am not alone and I want you to know that i know. We all know, and i need us to know we all know, that we are in this together.



Everyone is born a storyteller. It is in our blood and passed down from our ancestors as a way of life, it has just been lost a little the last couple hundred years. If you love something, then you can talk to me about it forever and it will be so compelling that I will never ask you to stop. If you love marine biology you could talk to me for hours about whales and i will be fascinated. Your story will be told straight from your soul and I will not only hear it I will feel it. Do not dumb your story down, do not assuage the feelings, do not soften the emotions, flood me with them. Run me over with your passion, leave me trampled and impressed with your intensity, and I will find myself desperately searching for words that you deserve to hear so you know that I am capable of loving something so much. Tell me about your family, and i will dwell in your sometimes sweet sometimes sour misery, and we will hope for change together. We will find the good in not only ourselves, but in the world we live in.

My Hawaii

My Hawaii is a Concrete Jungle
Its trees are buildings grown on the land of the locals
Its vines are a vast network of roads and electricity designed to make access easier
But instead has severed the ties of the people
Its animals are relegated to the outreaches of the island
The only two animals happy with this infestation are the cockroach and the homo sapien sapien
Of which everyday it grows harder to make the distinction between the two
On My Hawaiian waters people don't fish they overfish
People don't work, they are overworked
People don't eat, they overeat
The misleading ideals of capitalism have been brought to Hawaii by the barrel of the gun and the threat of eternal damnation

When i walked downtown today I realized i do not know what Hawai'i is
What I know is a white Hawaii
Where Kokua has become a political word
Where Malama'aina is no longer connects man to earth, but means try not to make the land and sea your complete and total fucking dumpster
Where the aloha spirit is now a legend perpetuated only be hopeless idealists and bullshit politicians alike
When i leave I realize i did not then know Hawaii

But sometimes i feel so close to it
I leave my comfy apartment behind,
Say goodbye to the pillow which has softened each blow life has dealt me
I hug my comforter which would not have been any more literal
I forget the fridge that holds all the comfort foods of my lonely life
I turn off my phone, forget about the calls from the collection agencies and all the other capitalistic bullshit that strangles the fresh air from my lungs

When I walk out the door I am no longer Atlas shrugged
I am man free
I am a blaze of light, a fleeting ray of sheer joy, I am a question and an answer
And i even forgot what the question was
As I run from the door, as i frolic on the beach, i feel the chains of my oppression crumble and break
I feel so light, i forgot how light I am when i am free of guilt and fear
Is this how it felt to live in this paradise

However, i can only maintain this lightness ephemerally
Because I have been Atlas shrugged since i gained conscious thought in our stifling culture
And i was only man free before that, as a child with an undeveloped mind
Oh, how i miss that undeveloped mind, i would trade it for undeveloped mind at first chance
I do not now know Hawaii, and ever worse, I do not now know myself
This realization hits like the slam of the door in the middle of the night
It wakes me up, fills me with fear and questions, and sends a cold shiver down my spine

Where was it when i first felt that taste of freedom
And how do I get it back
I do not want the fearful painful eternal life of Atlas
I want to frolic and run free
I want to be a ray of light
I want to be energy coursing throughout the world
With no limits or restrictions
Only infinite possibilities

Conor Oberst is a god. I wonder what my life would be like if i drank smoked and did millions of drugs and let go of my tight hold on reality. Maybe i would write more, maybe it would be more interesting, maybe i would feel less pain, maybe i would feel more. I dont know, but i do know thats probably never going to be me, and i think im happy with that. However, there is no question he is living his life in a way that is fucking special and unique.
Anyways, i had to go to court for no fucking reason today, and i ended up writing a lil and figured id just post some writings i started but didnt finish, so these are incomplete thoughts and ideas, to be finished some day, or more likely, to be left incomplete, as is the story of my life

Incomplete Thoughts Ideas Poems Writings by Me


The Classroom Experience

As I sit in clas, lounged in my chair, I await knowledge, stimulation, anything to force me to defend my beliefs or change them. I am a vessel ready to learn, debate, argue to battle for truth. My learning is active, I will talk and think things through until i better understand them. I am surrounded by passive grade grubbers. They sit there wanting, taking, needing something, but it is not truth, knowledge or wisdom...

I want a FUCKING RAINBOW

I want a fucking rainbow, I want a fucking rainbow
Maybe black and/or white isn't good enough for me
Maybe the only good is life and the only evil is not living it
Maybe there is more to civilization than capitalism
Maybe people can help each each other, see each other as brothers from the same mother
Maybe I want a fucking Rainbow
Is it me or is the the whole world suddenly a dichotomy
There are always 2 choices from the same 2 voices
Maybe I dont want to chose between paper or plastic, light or dark, good or evil
Tall or short, Top or Bottom, Cash or Credit,
Republican or Democrat, man or woman, straight or gay, American Citizen or flag burning hippe commie, God or the Devil,
Maybe I dont believe in right and wrong
Is it so hard to believe that there are more than the extremes
That life isn't on the edges, but in the middle
Maybe Life is a fucking rainbow
Maybe, naw fuck it, definitely, i dont know that much
But what i do know is my life will continue to be a rainbow
I will fight every dichotomy
When I come to a river I will build a bridge
When I run into walls i will paint them with the colors of the rainbow till they fall
Because in the end all we are left with is the connections we have with each other
We don't take our skin or our money with us when we die
So why do we care about it so much whie we are alive
Maybe life already is a rainbow, and we just have to look a little harder to see it