Naw really though: I'ma fa real update you this time...

and I mean that.
My last post here was back at the end of February and basically said something to that same effect...but of course I never did it. (business never let up lol)

But TRUST, I've got plenty of time now, and lots to put up...I mean I'm gonna have to take it all the way back to "You and Two Others Like This" cuz I gotta highlight my team and the LAST show I got to do with them. Plus a lot of people (who missed it) want to see/read/hear the full brunt of what I did, so I'll it you with that.

There's of course, much graduation stuff, farewells to be made, post mortem reminiscing to be done, messages for the future, plans I...plan to execute...etc, etc.

Suffice it to say there's much more to come, please stay tuned.

One thing I'll address right here and now though...for those who SWEAR I'm gonna suddenly fall in love with West Lafayette now that I'm not there:

I HAVE NOT...AND IT WONT HAPPEN. I still hate West Lafayette (the place, not the people within...well, not some of the people within) with a passion. With that said I have these admissions to make:
Here, there are other people in my shower, I'm sleeping on a Sofa, and busses cost money. These things don't occur in West Lafayette and I kinda miss that, BUT...
Also here in Baltimore:

• smallest snowball i can buy is 12 ounces AND actually has a SNOW BALL on top. and they give me a SPOON with that, not a slurpee straw.
• the lowest temperature I've experienced thus far is 70.
• its only rained for a few early morning hours since I got here (as opposed to everyday, all day)
• there's music I actually listen to on the radio.
• there's also music everyone else listens to on the radio (aka DIVERSITY)
• busses might cost money, but they're actually useful too. There's a 24 sittinoutside my house right now to carry me anywhere I wanna go
• and by the way, those busses are on schedule. Because they don't just stop at any random corner somebody standing on. Either you on the stop or you ass out.
• there's a drive-in movie theater, a couple of marinas, a couple of parks, a gym, some bars, some restaraunts, and some otha stuff i can do. within 2 miles of my house in West Lala there's more apartments, an Applebee's, a graveyard, some gas stations, and a walmart. You do the math...
• there's stuff going on here!
• there's a free, full sized track open to the public I can sprint on til my heart's content
• we have SIDEWALKS
• people know how to drive
• hate to be THAT guy and point it out, but I feel like much less of an outcast here. Liberal attitudes eliminate the racial tension and homophobia, its very refreshing...
• I really could go on forever...but yeah, you get the idea

So there you have it, Bakes just does not rock with West Lala. I'll visit, at some point...but I'm glad to escape.

Aright, with that out the way...more to come.
Til later.
One.

©Brandon Baker, 2010

I Thought of You Today

The volume of the world muffled and colors became more vibrant.
Muscles non-compliant, I borrowed a listless gaze from the azzure sky.

People surrounded me on the street
screamin stuff about fatigue.
"I THINK HE'S DEhydraa-"
...that voice fades.
My mind careened into daydreams,
call me spirited away.

I was weary indeed: vexed,
I knew of bliss unseen,
and that knowledge made the coming experience deep.

In a profound state,
displaced from the body
I walked with the spirit,
I talked to the heart,
saw the flame in my soul
and rested upon its hearth.

I climbed the sairway to heaven
simply to fall again,
but not before I would query:
"Why fall in love, when we can stand?"

I ascended again, to the greatest altitude of my mind,
and there witnessed what would've drove any common fool blind.

I saw a sunrise on the horizon of my thoughts,
and I feasted on its rays
as a rainbow quenched my thirst with its iridescent haze.

Once sated I sat
catching every fast paced grain,
that tried to pass my face.
Nothing could pass this plane,
I had a firm grasp of time and space.

And with it I built a higher mountain
of the sands that time provided me;
the hopes, dreams, and plans born inside of me;
with all of the capability I didn't know applied to me,
and by the beat in my heart that had always been there to guide me.

It was mostly me, mastered.
It was captured shortly thereafter,
enraptured in a portrait the colors of the wind comprised.
To me, the heavens cried,
and to them I replied.
I courted divinity simply to find that a sobriquet;
a rose by another name.
When I kissed that rose, a stifling light hit the gloom on the grey.
I came back to consciousness, as she pulled her lips away,
and with those lips, predictably, she would say
"What happened? Are you feeling okay?"
To which I could only reply "Fine, I just...thought of you today."


©Brandon Baker, 2010