"You can dream a little dream or you can live a little dream, I'd rather live it 'cuz dreamers always chase but never get it."
Name is John B, soon to be 21 years of age. Born, raised and still in San Francisco. In my third year at USF.
This serves as the river to which my stream of thought leads. A safe haven for some of my photography, poetry, spoken word and 'journal' entries.
Guess my ethnicity correctly and you get extreme brownie points.
Interests=Baseball, photography, poetry, spoken word, graffiti, sarcasm and anything humerous.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Randomly dressing up for my brothers confirmation. I’ve always wanted to ask a priest what inspired them to dedicate their life to religion. It almost scares me
The few times im ever flirted with, im rarely responsive if a stranger ever flirts with me.
However, under the following circumstances I would likely be into it.
A girl taps my shoulder, and comments on how she likes a song she overheard coming from my headphones, gives a brief overview of her tate in music and then asks me if I would like to share an earbud to listen to some music on her Ipod.
A shared taste in music goes a long way.
You Always Hurt the One you Love
really enjoyed this cover
The Rose that Grew from Concrete
Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature’s law is wrong it
learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it’s dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.
Tupac
Just chill and write
From the perspective of a drifting cloud
Being me is fun, nearly a breeze
shaping the thoughts of your untracked mind
plenty of truth in me you can find
elephant, tree
whatever you need me to be
inhale and hold
now dont mess this up
what you got is gold
a mouthful of dreams and memories
there’s not one thing we can’t seize
Truth
Graduation day from puppy training.
Benny my new babayyy
Something to behold (instrumental)-the foreign exchange
Dodging and Burning
A memory much like a double exposure
Always with me
‘Til I get that….
closure
Crawling into my sights
Hoping you just might
Vanish
And take with you the anguish
You had imprinted on my soul
Ain’t mad at you
Just want you to go
The echoing giggle & chuckle
Just wishing it would muffle
Give me a remedy that
Will lead to no
Discrepancy
title will make sense for those who have photography knowledge
Civic Center.
5:27 p.m
Brother and I
