We're back in three, two....

It has been about six years since my last post on this little blog of mine. But with recent events, I have found my head overflowing with thoughts, words, and emotions. My head just can't keep it all in, and I need some creative outlet. And so, I've decided to revive Koala Wisdom from its underground lair. To those of you who followed me in the past; welcome back. To those of you who are just joining us; hello.

I will warn you now, though, that the majority of posts will most likely circle around my recent journey into parenthood. I'll continue with the assortment of free-writes and such, but I feel an obligation to pre-warn that if you are already sick of seeing pictures of my son on Facebook and Instagram, chances are you will want to avoid this blog as well. But for those of you interested, feel free to enjoy.

When I first returned to Koala Wisdom in my attempt to re-vamp the blog, it gave me an opportunity to revisit some of my old posts. It was quite an experience reading through them all. I decided to keep them all up for anyone who would like to peruse. Some interesting free-writes in there.

And now it's time to embark on this journey once again..Will you join me?

release.

i'm letting it go. letting words flow. from my mind to the pen. from the pen to the book. wanna take a look? might not like what you see. not my fault. you chose to read. we've got the choice. the choice to voice our thoughts. choose your spot. a page. a blog. a stage. a song. take your pick. just don't let it stick in your brain. you've got to release. you're not bound to a lease, so do what you want. need a change? then tun the page, and try something new. let nothing stop you. it's your life, you're in control. don't even stop to pay the toll. just drive through and screw the rest. no one else can help, it's all on you. don't depend on a friend, they can't always pull through. sometimes you lose your crew and have to start anew. don't grieve, just leave it behind. it's part of the plan, so never you mind. don't fret about failure, just let it fly. you only fail when you don't even try. screw up, i recommend it. the only way to move up is to mend it. and from that you learn. what worked and what did not. keep it up, and you'll learn a lot. take that with you and pass it on. wait a minute, is this thing on?

imperfections.

some people try to hide them. ashamed to claim them out of fear. i try my best to find them, proclaim them, keep them near. flaws and weakness defines who writes this rhyme. no laws nor rules can change the way i am. and so i don't give a damn. my rhymes might not rhyme, i might not make it on time. i might not know as much as you, and my words wont flow as yours do. i'll stay in on a friday night, content to be in, away, out of sight. don't give a damn about our past. the history, the people, watch how fast i fall asleep from your speech about politics. what's right and what's wrong. i'll turn on a song and just sing along as my way to escape. i choose not to gape at some hot girl i pass by. attraction? what's that? a distraction, no doubt. i'd rather talk to, get to know, and be friends with her. that's all i need in this life. just live and let live, let go of our strife. i'll let you be you, you let me be me. you'll see how easy that is. for you're not perfect, and neither am i. so let's flaunt our imperfections and reach for the sky.

[ lj 8.24.07 ]

our inspiration.

conversations, observations, powerful sensations. these are the sources of our inspiration. from these, we become the artists, creators, the motivators of this and every nation. without any attempt, we all are connected. we all know happiness and the pain of being rejected. strong emotions give us power to write, speak, and create. we gain strength. we never let ourselves be neglected. each of us carries a story of his own. whether we believe it or not, we are not alone. we're all in the heart of this labrynth called life. with every new day, we step into the unknown. and from these moments, we write. we speak, we sing, we act, we recite. for it truly is the only way to set things right.

[ lj ]

mental wealth.

see a penny, pick it up. i see one on the ground. i see a man who kicks it up the street and turns around. he thinks nothing of it and reaches for his wallet. pulls out his card of plastic and they think of how fantastic his life must be. but trust me. this man is blind. he's so unkind. and he'll never fully see. for he's always had it all. he's never had to fall. his perfect father never bothered to make him work for his wealth.

material things, living like kings, he leads an easy life. he's never had just a tad of any financial strife. but his perfect wife and perfect life is only worth so much. there's one thing that this wealthy man will never truly touch. he'll never fully know the reason why some smile. for he has never felt truly worth his while. he's never had a dream that seems so far away. he's never tried to pursue that dream each day after day. and so this man who's full of wealth is not so full on health. he looks at his plastic card and things suddenly seem so hard. and now i kneel in order to steal that coin i see on the ground. he sees me there, now aware, but doesn't make a sound. for now he knows it's so unfair, and he says a little prayer. for me.

[ lj ] 06.06.07

an open book.

now is the time. time to sit. connect the dots. collect my thoughts. or just reflect on time. it's been a while; much more than a mile since i sat and wrote a new rhyme. so here is the time. i sit in my chair. not about to care about what's going on out there. it's my time. it's about time i let myself write. what about, you might ask. i'm clearing out what has passed. from what i've seen to what i've done; it's time to come clean, express what's begun. with each day that may pass, new memories create mass in my head. there's only so much you can touch before your brain becomes dead. there's only one way out, and that is to shout. or maybe express it through words like herds of wild beasts. but then at least you'll have pieced all those thoughts in your head. lie in bed, simply shed what's been said. come clean of what has been seen. so here i go. it's time to know why i feel so strange. it's really no change, i'm just out of range. all i need is to proceed and write what others can read. so for those who care, i guess you will dare to read what i've put out there. my thoughts, my life, my words, my strife. it's all here to see. so read it, feel free.



[ lj ] 11.22.06