Wednesday, March 4, 2015

A Place~ A Poem A Day in March





Filled with things 
Filled with books
Random puzzle pieces everywhere
one working lamp
no room to relax but to lay with a cramp
i think of moving around
a place i can cry 
a place where i can dance
a place to plan
a place to create
a place to display my personality 
i find treasures underneath
i can think here. just me
looking outside the window to see what day would be
music always flowing
a place where i can scream
a place i call my bedroom.





Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Enough~ A Poem A Day in March









Soft hands
Strong arms
Soft enough to hold you like a cloud
Strong enough to lift you to the highest peak.
Fast legs
Fast enough to catch you when you fall.
Thoughtful
Thoughtful enough to always have you in my mind.
Wide eye'd 
Wide enough to look at every part of you. 
Big heart 
Big enough to share my everythings with you.







Monday, March 2, 2015

Go for it~ A Poem a Day in March







Curiosity is a light 
leading to greatness or death
try all your might
But save your breath

To be safe or to be a cat
play it safe you wont find a mate
Dreams are a beautiful eclat to find
Try the light 
you might not die.




Sunday, March 1, 2015

Yours ~ A Poem a Day in March













Show me your yesterdays
and i'll give you all of my tomorrows 
a shoulder to lean on and a
heart to hold.
never alone,  all to gain
all yours.
never to be lost 
 again.











Monday, February 2, 2015

I got SHOT in my Dream!



I was at a Taco Truck supporting a friend, she wasn't selling tacos but churros! 
but not any regular churros they were cool shaped churros, so i asked if she wanted me to make some posters to promote her, she agreed. 
So behind the truck was a classroom it totally looked like those portable classrooms they had back at my high school exactly the same!. I was not alone, my old high school friend was there with me, he actually passed away last year, he had a great personality and attitude always made people laugh. so i was happy he was there, i don't know why he was there but he was. So he led me to the classroom to make these posters and there was a bunch of women there like if there was a class going on which i thought i was odd because the taco truck and the classroom was in the middle of nowhere, 
anyways we walked in and greeted everyone, There was this lady yelling at her baby, to make her stop crying and she was trying to shove her in a duffle bag. i assume she was a new mom so i offered her to calm the baby myself for her so i carried the little girl and the baby just smiled at me and she finally stopped crying. I thought the baby needed some fresh air so i took her out,  as i was walking out i bumped into this tall guy, he asked if this one lady was in there and as i responded and peeked my head inside the room to point her out i noticed he had a gun, so i calmly ignored it but he saw i noticed. He said "im sorry" as he proceeded to shoot me, i was still carrying the baby i turned and jumped the rails and he shot me 3 times. i did not feel a thing! so i ran and heard shooting behind me, he was killing everyone in the room. 
I made my way around the truck and i started saying "ive been shot call the ambulance" i said it three times, "ive been shot call the ambulance" " ive been shot call the ambulance" everyone there started calling.
I kneeled down and i let go of the baby, which... ok this is the weird part, (bc dreams are so logical lol) she was a baby but when i was in the ground she was walking. So anyways she wouldn't leave  she just hugged me tight, i did the same. i got up and saw doctors just standing there so i stood in front of them and faced away from them and i just lifted my shirt so show them my wounds, they immediately got me in an ambulance. somehow the gunshots did not hurt at all. But then.. when i woke up, i woke up from my dream and i felt the pain in my back ESPECIALLY on the spots where i got shot in my dream.. i was stunned of what i have dreamt. 
I immediately started googling of what it means to get shot in dreams
there is a couple of beliefs:
1. " If you dream thats someone is shooting you in the back, then it means that you are involved with some questionable people who may be harmful to your well-being it also implies that you are too trusting of others".
2: Getting "shot in the back" is a metaphor for the betrayal by a trusted friend or associate, This dream suggest that the dreamer needs to "watch their back".

Interesting dream right? well it was for me, i have never had a dream like this in my life!! and i can remember this clearly.
Here's another part, on that day we went to the flea market with my family so we were walking around, i saw a child just walking by himself, he was so adorable and i asked who's kid this was and i saw the father, so i left then i saw the little kid walking by himself again and i got a little mad, asking myself " why would anyone let him be by himself that small?!" then the parents came to get him. Soon after me and my dad were looking at stuff and a guy came towards us, he didn't acknowledged us at all but i saw his hand in his pocket like he was holding a gun, you can totally see how it could've been a gun by the way his had was positioned, but then i asked myself "why would this person have a gun at the flea market in the morning".. so i brushed it off.
Later that day, in the afternoon my sister invited me to go shopping with her, so we went to this store called dd's discounts its like a Ross but cheaper! so, i was looking at some clothes i overheard this lady yelling at her kids very loud! she said " Can you please shut up i have a headache" so loud she had people around me turned around and stared. I felt bad for the kids, because if you don't think you or your kids can handle being at the store at this hour simply don't go or don't take your children with you, they get bored!
So that was my day before my dream, i don't know if you caught any similarities.
The crying child/lost child, i comforted the crying baby and i stayed with the "lost" baby since her mother was killed (in my dream) the little kid i saw at the flea market walking by himself.. i guess in my dream i did the things i wanted to do in real life
The gun, ...was i paranoid that we were gonna get shot?
oh! and also, we ate churros that day so that explains my "friend" was making churros in my dream.
Why did i get shot?
Did my mind took aspects of my day to create a meaning in my dream?
what does it mean? 
i have never had a dream that was so similar to my day.. like whoa why is this happening?... 


anyways.. what do you think?




Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Brain Storm by Don Hahn -Education-

         
             Education.



If you are a normal human being, all the blood just drained from your face when you saw the word education appear on this page. Universally, in every culture in every land, people say that education is at the top of their list of objectives for their society, but walk into a cocktail party and start talking about education, and witness an exodus. Of course we want education for our families and ourselves, but do we really have to think about it now? After all, that's what our school boards and our state and local government are for: educating our precious young.
There's where we're wrong. First of all, there was virtually no public education before the nineteenth century. It sprang up in Victorian times to bring literacy to all in an effort to give children the tools they would need to fill the assembly lines and desk jobs of the industrial revolution, People knew there'd be a need for accountants, laborers, and managers in the workplace, along with doctors to take care of them and policemen to keep the peace.
Education was a means of giving the common man the fundamental tools to exist in an industrialized society.  It still is, And education itself has become an industry. In the next thirty years, more people will graduate from colleges and universities than have graduated since organized schooling began. A huge workforce is on the way all with college diplomas, all looking for jobs in the industrialized world. Either you will be one of these people, or one of these people will be after your job.
Children starting school now will retire in 2070, We don't have a clue what the world will look like then. Most of us don't have a clue how to fully prepare our kids for a field trip today, much less ready them for life in 2070.
While i acknowledge that there are amazing people working in education who are far more qualified that a cartoon producer to question our curriculum, here's a thought. Let's not train kids for jobs only. Let's train them to be adaptable, creative, and improvisational so that they will be able to move with the flow of time. Let's train them to ask questions and offer up answers without being afraid to make mistakes. Kids have a vast, unending built-in capacity for creativity.
Kids will take a chance. If they don't know, they'll try. They are not frightened of being wrong. In modern education, we stigmatize mistakes with failing grades, and we create a deep fear of them. We educate kids into a small, safe place of right answers, when in reality the world is made up of questions that have no right answers.
Every education system around the world, without exception, has the same hierarchy of subjects. At the top are subjects we all need: mathematics, languages, and the humanities, and at the bottom the arts. It's universal. But what if visual expression, musical expression, and movement were as important in education as literacy? And what if we treated them the same?
Creativity is diverse; we think visually and with sound and we use the whole body to express ourselves, sometimes with gesture or abstract movement. How many schools teach dance to every student the way we teach math to every student? We all have bodies, and we use them not just to carry our brains from place to place. To create is to call on every aspect of our brains and bodies to fire in an interactive storm of connections. We don't need to be taught this when we're children; we know it already.  But we do need to give kids permission to hold on to all those attributes as they mature.
So often we abdicate responsibility when it comes to education, thinking of it as something for someone else to take care of. I have great respect for all my teachers, who are in no small part responsible for what i am today, but in the same breath i promise you that no one out there is going to pay more attention to your education or your child's education than you. If education is a force, then it is your force to control, and not a force for you to delegate to someone else.
Change your concept of education from something that is supplied by the state to a force that is yours to use as a tool to investigate the richness and limitless capacity of human beings to be creative. Otherwise, no matter how noble your intentions, you are using education as a manufacturing operation in which each kid is trained as a commodity to fill a desk in some future world that you don't yet understand.




This is a section of a book i am reading called Brain Storm by Don Hahn
this book talks about how to get your creative juices flowin' 
and how others create and how others have different ways to create art.
its a very informative read. and i love it, it encourages me to be more motivated to create.


i particularly liked this section because education is a touchy subject, sometimes i feel like schools have forgotten the arts, and i feel like kids, anybody, everybody needs more passion in their lives. im not saying that you cannot have passion with doing math, but passion that comes within when you create something with your hands, your heart. Passion, like when you listen to your favorite song.

Monday, December 15, 2014

Morning Walks



Every Morning i take a walk and lately it has been foggy
and i really like it because its not too cold 
sometimes i feel like im in a scary movie! 
just walking into the distance and disappear.

On my walks i listen to music, and i vary my music in all genres
it can go from 70's to Big Band to Led Zeppelin some jazz and sometimes Tupac.
lately i have been listening to a lot of Chuck Berry!
i love all kinds of music.. i like a little bit of everything.
Anyways, when i listen to music, in my head i ALWAYS pretend that im the one who is preforming the one who is playing the instruments ALL of them not just one, like, theres a BUNCH of carols in my little senario playing the trumpet, the drums, the piano guitar and so on..
and gosh darn it! im good at it!
i like walking by myself, its my "me time" and it truly clears your mind, you think about everything! mainly about your future, what you're going to do and how you're going to do it.
its scary but its reality.
and i always remind myself who i truly am and what i want to accomplish either for the day or for the future.

so after these walks i always end up with a clear mind and ready to begin my day.
it is truly wonderful.