New Age. Anti-system. Free Love. What cannot be proven still has value. Anger. Malcolm X. Rock and Roll. Nostalgia. Death. Suffering. Beauty. Nature. The meaning. The one. Poetry. American Culture (or lack there of). High Culture. The good life. A wise man and a fool see not the same tree. Mr. Mojo Risin. Love Love. India pre 1991. Anti Allopathic Medicine and all its lies. Meditation. Teaching to transgress. Amusing ourselves to death. Love your mamma.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Every morning I get my green tea on 42nd street at 5th avenue from a portly white guy with a big smile. I don't know if he is gay or what but the looks he gives me make me sheepish and deep down make me smile as well. He knows it. He knows that his smile and bright eyes flatter me and make me feel like a beautiful woman. Today I decided to look in him the eyes, but I couldn't, his love and admiration is so strong that it makes me want to hide. When I finish my tea, he always, without fail, says goodbye in his own flirtatious way.
He makes me feel like a movie star, like one of the pretty people in magazines, this guy.
The power we hold within us called love is enormous. What that man does every morning for me, why does it make me feel so uncomfortable yet so good? I look for him everytime now and when he is not there I smile at the other workers but nobody does it like he does it. He is not particularly attractive and perhaps he is autistic but I thank nature for making wonderous gems like him to shine in this deep dark night we call the world. People who do not give in to their circumstances and are shaped by something more than their environment. Their spirit and strenght comes from the past, will go into the future, will forever be with us no matter what happens to the human race.
It is untouchable. Hitler couldn't eradicate it and neither will brand America, or anything else. It will always be there waiting for us and hit us when we least expect it.
After my tea is over, I see the black circus shows in front of the library, our black youth break dancing for money, 40 years after the civil rights movement and I wonder about progress when black youth dance and jiggaboo for white midwestern audiences that smile and feel good that they saw the real authentic new york. They saw the black people dance. Good thing they are not in jail. Aren't they talented? I am not amused but then again what can I give them. They make their money and I am in awe of their muscular strong agile bodies. How did they get bodies like that eating mac and cheese with spam and kool aid.
Incredible strenght, charm and character, this world we live in takes the most superior of races and attacks it.
Lets just love then. Love is all we have in this world. Its the only revelation worth having. We can only love, each other, into the night. Let us come together and be true. You know how much I need you.
Waking up besides a sleeping woman, looking at her breasts and body and holding it tight, into the night.
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