We'll Sit Below the Mango Tree...

My next task was to choose which way that I wanted to go. Did I want to be deep, dark and sensitive? Or did I want to be laid back, or did I want to relay a message? There were so many paths that branched out from happy and sad, I followed the happy path. Afterwards I chose an unnamed path right after Mellow, on the right. If you've reached Lovey Dovey Lane, then you've gone too far. It's on the corner of Laid Back and Inseparable Love.

"Better Together" by Jack Johnson. This song has done wonders for me, it always throws me a rope to pull me out of that cold, dark place. It always puts a montage of great moments that me and my girlfriend have had together. A song that can paint images so vividly, and bandage up any fouls committed in a relationship is a keeper. All it takes is for the vibe of togetherness to reach her memories, and next thing I know we're hugging and making up, by the second verse.

I appreciate Jack Johnson and the peaceful vibes that he spread throughout the entire room, when Better Together plays. A room filled with so much love can only burst at the seams with nothing other than more love. Such an extreme reaction to such a peaceful song is the epitome of Irony. I see no room for hate with this song being the theme.

"Better Together"

There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard

No song I could sing

But I can try for your heart

Our dreams, and they are made out of real things

Like a, shoebox of photographs

With sepia tone loving

Love is the answer,

At least for most of the questions in my heart

Like why are we here? and where do we go?

And how come it's so hard?

It's not always easy and

Sometimes life can be deceiving

I'll tell you one thing its always better when we're together

[Chorus:]

MMM its always better when we're together

Look at the stars when we're together

Its always better when we're together

Yeah, its always better when we're together

[End Chorus:]

And all of these moments

Just might find there way into my dreams tonight.

But I know that they'll be gone

When the morning light sings

And brings new things

But tomorrow night you see

That they'll be gone too

Too many things I have to do

But if all of these dreams might find there way

Into my day to day scene

Ill be under the impression

I was somewhere in between

With only two

Just me and you

Not so many things we got to do

Or places we got to be

We'll Sit beneath the mango tree

Its always better when we're together

We're somewhere in between together

Its always better when we're together

Yeah, its always better when we're together

MMmmmm MMMmmmm Mmmmmm

I believe in memories

They look so, so pretty when I sleep

Hey now, and when I wake up,

You look so pretty sleeping next to me

But there is not enough time,

And there is no song I could sing

And there is no, combination of words I could say

But I will still tell you one thing

We're Better together.

What's a Writing???

YES! Writing is the best! Especially because I always have something to say about almost any subject. I have always been able to express my opinions better on paper. Writing is definately the most essential way of expression, and communication.

Before writing there were no other ways to keep a track of what had happened in the past (History). Unless you count word-of-mouth of course. However somewhere between passing it on for so long the story wears down so thinly that almost none of the remaining words were genuine, or true to the origin. So when the written language was formed, that is when true history began. Writing competes with the agricultural revolution (only because cities/groups of hunter/gatheres were buitlt around fertile lands for farming thus making an actual society) as being the single most important thing to turn a human existence into a human society. Even then the laws that governed the people of the society would have to be written.

Bottom Line: Without writing there is no History, without History there is no knowledge of past mistakes, the lack of knowledge of mistakes can only lead to more mistakes, and human society cannot afford any more mistakes.

Standard to Satisfy (a poem I wrote when I was 16)

Parents label me an addict,
Life is sick I think I've had it,
No way around it, nothing to do,
Nothing to lose, but more to prove,
Wasted talent so they claim,
More like a weak excuse for change.

They expect so much from me,
Why? Is a question that can't be answered.
The things I love evade me,
Am I that much of a disaster?

Clear statements go ignored,
I'm not pulling the plug,
I'm slicing the cord.
If time is something to love,
It's a luxury we can't afford.

Never will I be all you want,
This resistance is far too much.
Meeting the needs of everyone who watch,
Because, the resistance is far too much.

Living by the Standards to Satisfy,
Is like escaping a way to gratify.
Not showing thanks of what you become,
Makes you less willing to overcome,
Thrown to the ruthless expecting to have won.
But you fail every time because the resistance of the standards is far too much.

By: Isaul "Cricket" Espinoza

1-21-07