Sunday, January 23, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Whats on My Mind
There is an absence of spirit as I choke on the words that are trying to spill from my mind.
Try I do, I spit and drool, but the wetness of voice seems to never drip from my mouth.
Though now this void for a pocket is warn soon enough its linings will fill.
Fill to the brim with the sweetest and softest of truths that I hold deep within.
As my heart starts to burn, with a rupture it would truly turn inside out.
As my heart and my brain are linked by a chain, rattling between hope and doubt, it is my turn to break free and to speak with every passionate word.
Try I do, I spit and drool, but the wetness of voice seems to never drip from my mouth.
Though now this void for a pocket is warn soon enough its linings will fill.
Fill to the brim with the sweetest and softest of truths that I hold deep within.
As my heart starts to burn, with a rupture it would truly turn inside out.
As my heart and my brain are linked by a chain, rattling between hope and doubt, it is my turn to break free and to speak with every passionate word.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Passe Livre
In 2006 and 2007 I studied abroad in Brasil as I mentioned in one of my earlier posts. While I was in Brasil I was studying the language and culture along with meeting locals and traveling to different cities and regions. Before I left for Brasil I had no knowledge of how the people would treat a fresh ignorant American coming into their country. As I naively walked off the airplane with a clean shave and crew cut I met my new "parents" standing tall looking like nothing I would have imagined.
My host father, Oscar was tall, blond and bold. My "mother" Valeria not as tall, but dark and beautiful. Along side both were two of their three children Victor and Vinicius. Victor was 14 at the time and six feet tall and with an outrageous shoe size of 14. Little Vini was only 5 but was showing signs of great height and shoe size. With radiant smiles and firm hugs they excepted me right away.
My first Brasilian meal was in that Airport in Sao Paolo international. They offered me one of Brasil's delicacies; Pao de Queijo and a coffee. Pao de Queijo is a cheese bread that is very common in Brasil and has a very unique taste that is learned to love. After I devoured my treat and we spoke a few broken words back and forth we set off on our six hour drive back to the small town of Promissao which my host family had come from.
Promissao has a population of 10,000 people and endless fields of sugar cane, which along with milk, leather, eggs and latex is one of the biggest manufactured products of that area. Later I would spend numerous hours exploring the cane fields and learning everything there was to know about Brasilian exports. Oscar was a businessman and entrepreneur. He owned a branch of a famous radio station, Band FM, he started a construction company with his brother and a reforesting company along side it. He owned various properties around the city and was loved by most everyone. All Oscar wanted to do was show me how great Brasil was, and all I did was listen.
More coming soon....
My host father, Oscar was tall, blond and bold. My "mother" Valeria not as tall, but dark and beautiful. Along side both were two of their three children Victor and Vinicius. Victor was 14 at the time and six feet tall and with an outrageous shoe size of 14. Little Vini was only 5 but was showing signs of great height and shoe size. With radiant smiles and firm hugs they excepted me right away.
My first Brasilian meal was in that Airport in Sao Paolo international. They offered me one of Brasil's delicacies; Pao de Queijo and a coffee. Pao de Queijo is a cheese bread that is very common in Brasil and has a very unique taste that is learned to love. After I devoured my treat and we spoke a few broken words back and forth we set off on our six hour drive back to the small town of Promissao which my host family had come from.
Promissao has a population of 10,000 people and endless fields of sugar cane, which along with milk, leather, eggs and latex is one of the biggest manufactured products of that area. Later I would spend numerous hours exploring the cane fields and learning everything there was to know about Brasilian exports. Oscar was a businessman and entrepreneur. He owned a branch of a famous radio station, Band FM, he started a construction company with his brother and a reforesting company along side it. He owned various properties around the city and was loved by most everyone. All Oscar wanted to do was show me how great Brasil was, and all I did was listen.
More coming soon....
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Platform Holly
This is one of the many oil platforms that are lining the coast from northern Santa Barbara down to LA County. 
Poem for Chloe
With These Two Flowers I Will Show You Love,
Like Pedals Melting Rays Of Sun,
Brilliant and Warm Like Two Hearts As One.
Thorn Covered Stems Prick and Bleed,
Yet Hold Crimson Color, Ones Love to Greed.
I Give You These Symbols To Admire,
So Bright With Passion To Light Your Fire.
-MM
Like Pedals Melting Rays Of Sun,
Brilliant and Warm Like Two Hearts As One.
Thorn Covered Stems Prick and Bleed,
Yet Hold Crimson Color, Ones Love to Greed.
I Give You These Symbols To Admire,
So Bright With Passion To Light Your Fire.
-MM
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Travel the Earth
To Travel the Earth is a Journey that may take a Life’s Time.
One that may be Rough and Bumpy; Full of Rise and Decline.
But with all the Time to Ponder and Reflect…
To be with you, would be Perfect.
Quote of the Day
You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.
-Albert Camus (1913-1960)
-Albert Camus (1913-1960)
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