Broken Pattern

yet over and over
again and again
we ignite in flames
as we reach our end

as we soar
high in the sky
we get shot down
we die, we die

over and over
again and again
we ignite in flames
as we reach our end

poem title: lovesick triangle

The Gamboa resort in Panama offers a ride variety of tours and exhibits, including a boat ride out to Monkey Island for a respectable fee. As 2:45 rolled around, my family and I left our rooms and headed to the lobby. There we met our newfound friends, Matt and Judie, who, amongst six lucky others, would be joining us on our excursion to the secluded nest of nature. Man, that was a damn good sentence.
And so we took our leopard-printed jeep down to the marina where we boarded our ship. The tour began rather well; we drove by the Panama Canal, this time from a different angle than I had seen before having stood on the canal itself. Once we got past that, we took off heading to the monkey refuge.
The monkeys were pretty cool. The first mini island had some howler monkeys, a little baby one too. Our boat captain kept roaring the engine so the monkeys would get pissed off and howl. Personally I found it to be a little cruel, especially for the newborn.
After that, we headed off to Monkey Island for real, passing by a few sloths and birds on the way, nothing too spectacular. But once we finally arrived at our destination, the Cappuccino Monkeys began storming the boat, jumping on to grab the bananas that our tour guide Liz and Captain had supplied. We watched them jump around for a while, climb up and down trees and leap from branch to branch. Made me wish I had a tail.
The real adventure started on our way back. After a minute of driving the engine started making some funny noises then suddenly stopped. We all exchanged glances then looked over to the captain. He tried starting the motor a few times but nothing was happening. Slowly we drifted around these two land patches as we tried to figure out what to do. Neither the tour guide nor the captain had any walkie talkies and we were out of cell phone reception. More than that, the ship wasn’t equipped with any paddles. We were definitely up shit creek.
As we floated around, a boat passed way off in the distance. We all waved our hands and life jackets and the people in the boat waved back like morons. The second boat that passed got the idea and headed to our rescue. Our captain and guide explained to the six south americans our situation after which they drove back to mainland to tell the resort what happened. Now, all we could was wait.
And so we did, sitting peacefully until we started to drift ever so softly towards the actual Panama Canal. You see, as the cruiser ships went by, they sent out waves which eventually rebounded against our neighboring shore and drawing our tiny boat ever closer to the middle of the water, where we would easily get the shit knocked out of us by a several ton ship. Luckily we were next to a small growth of stringy bamboo that we grabbed onto and held onto for dear life. Twenty minutes later our rescue ships finally arrived. We hopped on and zoomed back to the resort.

New Years is a fake holiday, and resolutions are wannabe gifts. All these civilizations over the years choose a new method of counting the year and none of them can ever stick to a simple principle. Over the time we’ve developed lunar calendars, solar calendars, and even fiscal calendars. The Sumerians, mayans, chinese, jews and christians all have their own calendars too. So who are we to celebrate a certain day as the beginning of a year?
Now, time to shit on resolutions. You shouldn’t have to wait for a certain day to decided you’re going to change your life. You should be changing your life around all the time, and you shouldn’t have to wait for a certain day to put it into effect. As soon as you realize how to better yourself and your life, do it, immediately, or at least as soon as you can. Why wait? A whole year may go by if you do.

It takes getting away to realize what you’ve left behind. We tend to hear this a lot when we talk about people passing away; how we never got to know them or how you wished you told them something or had that one conversation you never got around to. But this is the light version.
When you go on vacation, you realize what you miss the most, which in turn let’s you know what’s most important to you. The time away from certain friends and people made me realize that I love them, even though I wasn’t with them or in communication with them. In fact, that’s how I realized.
There was something missing; my life was incomplete. When I thought about them, I was happier. When I talked with other people the way I talk with them, something came back. When I listened to what they had given me, it was almost like they were there, next to me, speaking to me through different means.
Only during these past two weeks have I realized how hard it’s going to be to get away from it all. Usually it’s no big problem, because I know that everything will be waiting for me when I get back. But soon, it won’t be just me leaving, a lot of people are gonna start to disperse, and not all of us are going to come back, especially at the same time. It’s nice to know that what we’ve had and shared can never be taken away, and that as long as there’s a will, there’ll be a way for us to stay together.

I was waiting by the bus stop the other day when i realized why I never really made it a point to learn the lyrics to the songs I like. There’s no point in doing it nowadays; with lyric websites and digitized audio you can listen to and read the same song over and over again until you’ve successfully memorized the words and the tune. There’s no grand achievement in it anymore. When it used to count you had to painstakingly listen to the music while it played on vinyl, remembering what you could each time and discussing with friends and colleagues to find out the lyrics that escaped you. It was backbreaking work. And why was it done? So you could sing the song to yourself whenever and wherever you liked because you sure as hell didn’t have an iPod to do it for you.

Poem title: =\(L)/=