Magnetic

The end of Pela. Photo by BB

Chicago in The Rain

Photo by BB

Daydreaming at The Park

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Look Up

Someone should publish a book on the ceilings in Chicago.

Sunday

Who's in?

Perplexed in Paradise

night ocean, she sings sad songs,
under a blanket of burning suns,
which one has the answer

Saved by a Stranger

I don’t remember the day I was born, but I heard my father cried for me
They say from every death, comes a birth; I wonder who died for me
Was it on a cross and who watched you bleed
Did you feel pleasure indefinite or was it heated rage
If in rage, then its you who gave me my delusional pain, a gift I can't live without.
I got my soul from a stranger who wasn’t born in a manger, and I hear salvation will set me free
Free at last from my inherited greed that pulls at my side reminding me oceans can’t separate you from what you were born to be
So, I ask you stranger, where are you taking me and do my eyes show you the world differently
Or is it you who’s inside telling me life is what you can’t see
I picture you a lover passionate for what’s real
By real, I mean what’s real to you, not the collective idea of reality
I picture you a saint saving others with your smile and grace
You say a smile’s worth a thousand prayers when no ones happy anymore
I picture you angry at times because mom and dad didn’t try hard enough to love and you just want to get it right
So that anger becomes sadness and now I know why my father cried
He wanted his tears to baptize me on the day that you died

And your guard is only a catapult waiting for the right time to let you go
Into the unknown, just to watch you hold your breath
And surrender your fortress…

And you're, you’re the kind to hide your eyes from the sun
And in your world, the strong survive
But I won’t take my body down…

And nothing will stop it.

- Words from “Arms Like Boulders” by The War on Drugs

Advice

photo by BB

Thank You!

“…because you know in your hearts that at this moment – a moment that will define a generation – we cannot afford to keep doing what we've been doing. We owe our children a better future. We owe our country a better future. And for all those who dream of that future tonight, I say – let us begin the work together. Let us unite in common effort to chart a new course for America”

“In our country, I have found that this cooperation happens not because we agree on everything, but because behind all the labels and false divisions and categories that define us; beyond all the petty bickering and point-scoring in Washington, Americans are a decent, generous, compassionate people, united by common challenges and common hopes. And every so often, there are moments which call on that fundamental goodness to make this country great again.”

-Barack Obama June 3, 3008

California

photo by BB

Guilty

Someone got in big trouble today at Dog Beach...and it wasn't me. Really though, who sits on the ground to eat a sandwich at a beach full of free running dogs? Secondly, who tattles to the lifeguard about it? You had it coming to you, lady.

R.I.P. Dr. Albert Hoffman

Father of LSD died today at 102

Thank you for making me legally insane and for the perpetual paranioa that someone is going to dose me at music festivals.

Healing

Here

Grave departures from where I used to be
I look ahead to relentless possibilities
New tasks
Effort on my part
And others
In haste, I sprint past your existence
Kiss your interest
And leave you
Longing for more
Just a taste for now
Today’s too easy
Tomorrow’s another story
And another
And another
In dreams is where I choose to lie
Alone
Tempting you to fall next to me
But, change is inevitable
As we’re in constant motion
With the passing of time, thoughts, and feelings
I’m wiser than you
Old souls inherit an untouchable knowledge
And I don’t see it in your eyes
So, I can’t let you in
You won’t understand
Where I am
Where I stand
Here

dear mysterious one who paints on the sidewalk outside my house,

i like your owls.

xo, b

A Love Letter

dear layla,

for nothing more than the pleasure past i would sacrifice my family, my god, and my own existence, and still you will not move. i am at the end of my mind, i cannot go back and there is nothing in tomorrow (save you) that can attract me beyond today. i have listened to the wind, i have watched the dark brooding clouds, i have felt the earth beneath me for a sign, a gesture, but there is only silence. why do you hesitate, am i a poor lover, am i ugly, am i too weak, too strong, do you know why? if you want me, take me, i am yours...

if you dont want me, please break the spell that binds me. to cage a wild animal is a sin, to tame him is divine. my love is yours

(signed with only a heart)

Written by Eric Clapton to Pattie Boyd while she was married to George Harrison. Pattie Boyd is the muse who inspired Clapton's Layla, Wonderful Tonight, and Something by George Harrison. Im reading her memoir right now and its fascinating. Pattie eventually left George to be with Eric. Do you blame her after words like that?

Pattie Boyd

but your solitude will be a hold and home for you even amid very unfamiliar conditions and from there you will find all your ways.

~Rainer Maria Rilke

photo by BB

Fields

fields will be plowed before some of my thoughts form.
the sky may shatter at every crack of dawn.
within me is a landscape, falling, falling hard.
its images trace themselves where things familiar and foreign are at once.
my land is torn, like the paper these strokes caress.
field shapen by isolation and groundlessness,
shape shift my rock of a mind,
its never proven more difficult than now,
as I shear my scales, and crackle at dawn.
tie pain through action and suffering into parts,
if clouds thunder, my mind is storming, eyes running rivers.
i weep only to be eclipsed by true happiness for you
and complete rejection of my own.
formed perhaps by my granite of jealousy,
my strength is wearing by each storm.
my heart is shedding and falling apart.
i am losing myself,
i am losing you and I am trying to find land.
this is the landscape I call confusion.

-Beautiful words written by my friend Scott Magic. He wrote this 5 years ago in Europe and recently came across it again. I convinced him to allow me to share it with you. Happy Easter.

What About Yesterday

photos by BB

living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.

~john lennon