Castle Pines

Breaking the News

Thu, 24 Nov 2011 04:52:37 -0500

“This may be the May we take up our new positions”

Ronnie looked behind a metal lunch box and aluminum wrapping, chewing.

“I don’t think we will get there. Not this year. Maybe next year… or the next.” George wasn’t eating, he had his legs crossed and inhaled deep during a reluctant cigarette.

“Oh there you go! Its going to be this year Georgey boy, this is the year we break out of this first floor shit and we get recognized for the hard work we put in. This is where we get ours; this is when we get to shine like all those shmucks we always wanted to be like. I mean you know like Grandy Ves, and Foots McClain, they started on the bottom and made there way to something bigger than anything else.” Through heavy breaths and half-eaten sandwich Ronnie was heated at the disbelief in his partners eyes. “Ok so we run a couple parcel jobs here and there, deliver some minor product to some old woman with baggy skin and wandering eyes… she is still a customer. And it all adds up, its all been adding up my man. You think they don’t notice that?”

George sat wide-eyed and dazed from his dwindling smoke. Sweat gathered on his collar and chest like patches of oil seeping from untouched land in the Californian Desert. He slowly shook his head.

“I want to quit.”

“You what!”

George took his time with his last drag. “Being a courier is not good work for me. I am not the man that brings a message and that’s it. I want to be the message; I want people to believe in what I am saying. Think to themselves, I better listen to what he has to say.”

Trainspotting as played by Castle Pines

Thu, 24 Nov 2011 03:54:52 -0500

Trainspotting as played by Castle Pines:

thank you so much Chasz Chavarria. you do work son.

Star Wars yo

Tue, 22 Nov 2011 20:39:16 -0500

Star Wars yo

The Invalid by Leandro Barrientos of CP

Tue, 22 Nov 2011 20:29:22 -0500

he breathes air as thick as smoke

again, if it was, his lungs would choke.

with hands covered in soot and mud

his eyes are tainted with war and blood.

he has never seen anything with eyes still new

and joy he hasn’t felt since before he knew

when he was young and somebody else

would rather be with him than the ugly smell.

His tattered hat sits like a dying bird

on his head where he develops no word………..

Marny sat on a bench and looked out onto the moving river below him.

it was moving and unchanging, the ripples would always be the same.

Holding out his hands he dipped them into the water.

The clouds cleared beyond the Bastille and its shadow lay like his rejecting family.

the river would never change, its ripples would waver, but he would drown beneath them.

No one needs to see what he was going to do.

Marny let go of the brown bag of bread crumbs he would hold staunchly in his hand.

his eyes were black from the fists of tourists looking for money.

His eyes would never see Monet.

and like porcelain he dipped himself into the rigid river,

he fell endlessly through time and space into the viscous water.

until his head was completely covered and no one saw, and stars came out into the night sky, twinkling like forgotten bible verses, he held his breath.

Marny dipped down and down into nothingness, until nothingness became something, and the joy he was looking for to take away from life finally did.

not in the nightly news or the cinema, but in the throngs of the moving sameness of the river.

the moon and sun came out and kissed is oily forehead and licked away the wrinkles.

Marny knew he would never again feel a floor, and into outer space his soul moved into a broken sky.

God loves the invalids.

ol' man of the west where have you gone?

Tue, 22 Nov 2011 20:28:08 -0500

The world sits in a spinning conjecture of millions of people who don’t really know why they are doing the things they do. We breathe even though we are not told to. We eat because we have to, and some people choose not to. There are too many people in some places and not enough in open spaces. Every face is beautiful and every heart beats a little different but to the same beat. Life is short and long at the parts you do not like. Comparing hands and feet, they are not the same. There are words I cannot pronounce and languages I have never heard of and there are people that feel the same way you do and you will never meet them. Some people you see once and then you will never see them again. God makes people out of clay and then he breathes on them. Don’t forget what you were like when you were little because you will have to forgive some day. Kiss the ones you love as much as you can because you never know when they won’t be there. Pretend you are some one else so that you know what it is like. Breathe. Smell sunscreen and eat the things you know are bad for you. Keep letters and pictures. And never think that you are fat or ugly. Barefoot is better. Sing as loud as you want and dance when you aren’t supposed to. Sleep on the floor at least once a week to make you grateful for your bed. Some of my friends don’t have beds. Never let any one say that you are not good enough. Everybody can be loved. Don’t despair where you are and where you want to become because you miss the road that takes you there. Love even when you think you can’t. Don’t pass up dinners or long conversations. Laugh when you feel overwhelmed and cry when you see others cry. Take naps.

I saw you on The Radio-Castle Pines

Tue, 22 Nov 2011 19:58:14 -0500

I saw you on The Radio-Castle Pines

The Castle Pines Totem pole. Find your spirit animal.

Tue, 22 Nov 2011 19:55:46 -0500

The Castle Pines Totem pole. Find your spirit animal.