growing pains are the real thing, man.

When I was younger, I used to think that growing pains were just like your bones getting longer or something. I thought it was all about getting taller.

Nah.

Growing pains are more associated with growing up. The illusion is over. You need to figure out what you want to do; without reaching age 40 and having a crisis about wasting your time in a job you don’t like. There’s a lot at stake, I guess.

It’s like facing all your fears and countless rejection. That’s growing pains. I’m beginning to get it now. And I know, it never truly stops. But that’s a good thing. Keep growing, you know. It’s just a painful ass process.

growing pains are the real thing, man.

The Medium

I knew the medium long before it knew me
I knew its dysfunction, disrespect
Increasing control and manipulation

I knew its trials and tribulations
Fought hard against assimilation

I knew the secrets we had to share
I knew the solace in pacts
Found family in friends
Wellbeing in tact

I knew the long hours we stood
Under pointless administration
Clocking in and out timecards
Our minds hidden in salvation

I knew the ones who worked hard
Hustled out with no options
Came back on home turf
Facing nothing but morons

I knew the promises we broke
The lash out was justified
Kindness and consideration
Is what we now swear by

I knew the medium long before it knew me
If we’re so unstoppable now
Just breathe, breathe
Breathe.

The Medium

college through the lens

i see the flux
past paper and shoes
white erasers, blue packaging
alternative skaters
hold on to what’s true

a well oiled machine
or a man-made weapon
a fight against humanity
or a tragic debt strategy

they flush in like tides
swelling and receding
half distant, half smiling
on the fifty, on the half, and on the hour

the unspoken word
written in graffiti
a wise but true saying
laced like the islands of Fiji

absorb what you know
pump and dump academics
realize political gain
pump and dump integration

what you learn most
is in between the lines
a faulty version system
of hiding what it denies

this all too well known expression
that “a university is a business”
but only in the rat chase
do you realize the consequence

the world at large,
not different from you and me,
the system is rigged
beat the system and you’re free.

 

college through the lens

small talk

Sometimes you see people
you want to know who broke their heart
the time they scraped their knee falling out of a tree
or the words a family member jokingly passed along
reaping deepest insecurities for years to come

you want to know what song makes them pull over
or what painting invigorates the lost life and spark
you want to know who stole their innocence
their happiness their free will, break their apathy
who taught them sarcasm, wit, crude humor

But these things you don’t just learn
they take concentrated effort
So when people ask me why I’m so opposed and cold and annoyed
About small talk
it’s because all this, right here
weighs infinitely more
than your favorite color or tv show.

small talk

howl rendition 2

i saw the best minds of my generation
fumbled around
tossed and confused
stuck at checks and behind particle desks

i saw the best minds of my generation
turn to each other
unsure unwise victimized
not knowing what was an option
wanting a shortcut to a simpler time

i saw the best minds of my generation
stripped in vain catastrophic fame
no moral compass to tame
a generation with no one (and everyone) to blame

howl rendition 2

Howl Rendition

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by filters flash selfies facebook,
scrolling down mind numbing feed of screen time all while silently accumulating acute carpal tunnel within the deep recesses of their dominant thumbs touch touch touching away,

who did not know their friends past the stream of status updates, sepia photo uploads and proverbial validation points,
who closed their eyes in front of illuminating iPhones glaring accessible omnipresent,

who cared more about the self professed, witty announcements adorned with cleverly crafted emojis signifying feelings but void of character,

who must capture a plate a food, movie ticket, injury all before indulging in the sweet pleasure of eating or observing or obtaining a bandage,

who became codependent on a device floating amidst pocket space unable to peel away for a given moment with addictive ticks a constant check one two three minutes count,

who self identified their worth based on the attention derived from a number of likes or hits.

Howl Rendition