The Harbor freeway was without the congestion and the gridlock that made this highway famous. Empty freeways demand speed and in Los Angeles everyone's in a hurry with somewhere to go.
It was a rare sight in a city full of men and their machines A rare sight that was quietly becoming normal.
The lack of cars made the otherwise thick layer of ***** brown smog become a minor smear on an otherwise beautiful blue Southern California day. With the changing of the guard the nameless planes with their exaggerated white lines across our skies magically returned.
There's more of us noticing things today than any other time before.
To the far West Venice is dying and the beach has become a refugee camp full of tents and blue tarps all wasting in the wind. Handball courts now occupied by old bikes, tents and an array of useless garbage someone calls their property. And the California girls' no longer come here to tan.
The girls on Figueroa stand half naked on 64th street waving like debutants at the lonely men as they window shop for *** from the safety of their vehicles. The girls here never tell you their real name and all the men are called John.
The Gang members in the Hoods on the West side and in the Varrios and the Projects on the East all use Graffiti as a way to convey their threats to one another. The Taggers bright, bold pieces bring colors to the otherwise grey concrete freeways.
Downtown is nowhere you want to be without a million dollars or a side arm and a reason. They gave Skid Row up to the people and the graffiti then watched in horror as it grew into what it has become today.
South Central continues to bleed red, brown, blue and black. Curbside motive candles dot the city corners like mile markers along the highway. There's been far too much death to ever mention peace here.
Hollywood is slowly dying and Melrose is at 50% capacity with robberies happening almost everyday on Rodeo.
The Cranes along the Harbor stand like giant monuments to a God no one prays to anymore. And there's a lot less Cargo trucks on the road today then any other time before.
Yet we are told to "Stay home ,we'll pay you to do so". While outside our city is dying and there is no where to spend the money we're given anyway.
Learning the lessons that happened before as they come round again in various forms. Same faces and places setting up themes, we don't always see the patterns between. Trends tend to reset and test us again, emotions take hold but not as our friend. Sunk in a cycle of continuous loops, failing to think they may hold just one truth.
Decisions of a short-term visionary, skewed and responsive to his or her needs. This irreverent mist often follows a dip, perspective changes a clouded verdict. Crystal clarity can skip our reality as permissions transition beyond each dream, when we look to our heroes who sit at the peak.
the waterfall pours from my eyes pedals fall underneath the guise stunting growth, lethargic dope cogs and knots, perched atop Frozen locks, offset and lost denial of fact, unravelling fiction dine in solitude, reset and listen
I power down the computer and wait for the processes to shut down and as I do, I recognize for a moment the chiming shut-down sound as the same sound that plays in my head on a loop when I am trying to sleep when the silent room screams louder than I can hear over but in my ears it rings out again and again while I toss and turn
I did not get the same courtesy when I was reset. Mine was a cold reboot, with no warning or preparation I had no idea what was about to happen when he unplugged me from my reality or messed up my keys. I only knew when I powered up again the next morning that something was wrong.
Only then did I realize that my programming had been corrupted.
To make a new beginning. To go through, but suddenly go back. With the ability to rethink prior actions Correcting self. To be better at. Redirecting thoughts. Applying evaluation to the experiences. Creating balance to produce better outcomes. Preparing the mind then training the flesh to follow. Often hard to do, because sometimes! what or who that has been obtained must be let go of. Hope for the better, Even with mixed emotions Step after step Starting over could be the best bet Not only is there a New beginning Also comes Beautiful Endings