None of this feels real. From the moment the news hit I thought it had to be some sick joke. I couldn’t wrap my head around losing my biggest idol in life. I’ve been crying nonstop since the second I saw it. Kobe is the man I’ve looked up to more than anyone else in existence since I was 5 years old. Everyone who knows me closely knows that basketball was always my first love and first true passion, a lot more than film back then. I played it religiously from age 6-17. It was literally my life and the only thing I cared about. All because of Kobe Bryant. When the Lakers played the Kings and Blazers during that three-peat run, every game in the playoffs, during halftime, I would go outside and try to get as many buckets as possible, pretending to make every fade-away and game-winner like Kobe, before running back to finish watching the second half. Every single game. Every single time. I remember being at basketball practice when I was in 7th grade, I was playing on a varsity team at the time, and Kobe had his 81-point game against the Raptors. All of practice stopped and we were all glued to witnessing Kobe completely turn into this otherworldly being. I remember staying at the court outside my house until 2am, sometimes 3am, just shooting hundreds and hundreds of shots because I knew Kobe would do the same thing all the time. Just to make sure I could always outplay someone. That absolutely ferocious and infectious competitiveness. That’s the impact Kobe had on me, and so many others. That’s the Mamba Mentality. He injected into me a drive to always be great, to dedicate everything I have to my craft, in any medium. The determination and focus to always improve. He poured his heart and soul into everything he did and it caused me to do the same. It was way bigger than basketball because instilling a work ethic of that magnitude into young kids, especially athletes, is so damn special and so important. I’ll forever be indebted to him for helping me build that part of myself. It feels like he’s become a part of my DNA. I wanted to be Kobe. I still want to be Kobe. It’s hard to find any words because nothing seems adequate enough to say to do him the justice he deserves for everything he meant to me. And now, as an artist working to accomplish great things in film for myself, to see my idol himself doing film and storytelling also, it felt like he was out here on this planet to help keep me on my path, even if he’d never known I existed. He felt like my guiding light through all the dark things in life. I always dreamed that because of this wed get to work on a script or film together someday. I never got to meet him, I never got to have a conversation with him, and I’ll never get to write that story with him either. Maybe I should’ve worked harder or faster so that opportunity could have already happened. That feels like a failure for me. And that’s a regret I’ll carry for the rest of my life. I just wish I could have had one conversation with him just to let him know what he meant to my entire life the last 20+ years. I loved him like a father figure and I always will. And what pains me even more is that his daughter Gigi was taken way too soon as well. His passion for basketball was reignited because of her. She was so damn talented, she had the same drive as him and the same passion for the sport. She was going to change the entire game. She truly seemed like a special player. You could see how much joy Kobe found in that. They were both one in the same. It breaks my heart that she’s never going to get to see her journey carry on and get to build a legacy like her father did. It just isn’t fair at all. I can’t even imagine how Vanessa and his other daughters feel right now. You see the impact he had on me and the rest of the world so that’s definitely magnified twentyfold for his family. It really fucking sucks. They didn’t deserve this. And while I have all of these great and beautiful memories of watching Kobe throughout the years to help bring me happiness, it’s still so damn hard not to hurt and not to feel sad. I’ve never felt a sadness this powerful ever in my life. This truly feels like I have a huge void in my heart and soul that will never be filled ever again because of what Kobe meant to me. Kobe is the reason for why I am the way I am today. He’s the reason I have such a need and desire to be as great as humanly possible in every facet of life. Kobe is the reason for everything. I always thought my lasting memory of Kobe was gonna be him dropping 60 points in his final game ever, giving us all one last flash of what he truly was as a player: someone that could dominate any team and anyone at any moment he wanted to. But I was wrong. My lasting memory of Kobe is forever going to be the father and husband who gave everything he had to his family and his passions, to helping his daughter discover her full potential in her passion and doing anything necessary to ensure she would get wherever she wanted to get to, to becoming a powerful, Oscar-winning storyteller, to being a humanitarian and ambassador of helping to eliminate homelessness, to never shortchanging any of us with his efforts in anything he ever directed time and energy towards. I will remember him being the happiest he’s ever been because of all of these things post-basketball. I will always remember him for what he stood for. I will always remember him for showing me what it means to be great and how hard you need to work to achieve your goals. He is someone that can never be duplicated and never be replaced. I love him and am gonna miss his presence in this world for the rest of my life. Thank you for all that you’ve done for me, Kobe. You were the biggest inspiration in my life. I genuinely wouldn’t be today here without you. #MambaOut #Lakers
Compositions of Fervor and Discomfiture
A confluence of ego and insecurity.
Atrophy
Sunday, January 26, 2020
Wednesday, May 24, 2017
golden pothos
she spreads her beauty
like a plant experiencing growth
expanding through her environment
angelic in shape, gracious in form
existence is purified in her presence
air filled with the scent of her essence
effervescence in every atom
unaware of her immense impact
she radiates persistence
constantly developing, evolving
light emanates from her vibrancy
her expressions are rich with color
her design is raw elegance
she is pure
complex yet simplistic
an organic balance to her character
like photosynthesis,
she generates an invigorating energy
the process is trusted
inspiration to grow into something more
a maturation of sorts
as time passes by,
she hangs her wilted flowers with a fragile insecurity
yet they still are on display so magnificently
it takes so much courage to do so
there’s a gentleness in her actions
serenity is in the touch of her anatomy
admiration for her divine creation
a heavenly gift
Angel’s Ivy
Monday, May 1, 2017
circle vs. square
often I lay in silence
thoughts smoldering in uncertainty
there's an emptiness I struggle to fill
attempts are made at finding fulfillment
but I always find myself falling short
it's a consuming feeling
the process of continuously faltering
trying to be better than you once were
more times than not
seems like a kite in a lightning storm
never stood a chance
I ask myself
question after question
striving to find an answer to any one
wanting to find purpose
but mostly finding failure
doubt discovered
self-resentment flourishing
yet I am here
still continuously faltering
because that's how it goes
we spend so much time
in search of our purpose
some never find it
some know what it is from the start
others tell you what it is
others say they don't know
maybe it's meant to be that way
often I lay in silence
eyes closed, mind open
and in that silence
I hear all my mishaps
I see all my failures
I feel all my pain
but there's one thing that silence brings
something just as crucial:
acceptance of self.
though it's not always easy
insecurity rings loudly
that's a battle that is vital
that fight is filled with something special––
purpose
thoughts smoldering in uncertainty
there's an emptiness I struggle to fill
attempts are made at finding fulfillment
but I always find myself falling short
it's a consuming feeling
the process of continuously faltering
trying to be better than you once were
more times than not
seems like a kite in a lightning storm
never stood a chance
I ask myself
question after question
striving to find an answer to any one
wanting to find purpose
but mostly finding failure
doubt discovered
self-resentment flourishing
yet I am here
still continuously faltering
because that's how it goes
we spend so much time
in search of our purpose
some never find it
some know what it is from the start
others tell you what it is
others say they don't know
maybe it's meant to be that way
often I lay in silence
eyes closed, mind open
and in that silence
I hear all my mishaps
I see all my failures
I feel all my pain
but there's one thing that silence brings
something just as crucial:
acceptance of self.
though it's not always easy
insecurity rings loudly
that's a battle that is vital
that fight is filled with something special––
purpose
Sunday, April 9, 2017
the burden
there’s a burden
that lies on me, heavily
or is it a twisted blessing?
i don’t really know
it’s like that feeling
of struggling to keep
your eyelids open
on a night you’re running on fumes
the tank is depleted
your eyes are on fire
yet something tells you
to keep them
from closing
there’s something special
about that moment
on one hand
you discover
what your will is like
the strength to fight it
on the other
sometimes you fail
the lids close
defeat, in a form
but rest is also victory
maybe the burden isn’t that bad
the question is,
what is the burden?
good question
i’m finding out day-by-day
a little bit
sometimes i forget
the cycle of growth
just maybe
Friday, March 4, 2016
Perception Obscura
I believe I know everything. I know I don't. But I think so. This is the constant, the war between insecurity and egotism. I know I will fail countlessly, but I do what I can not to. I feel like I have to show the world my greatness. I have to. I am miserable, maybe that's why I work so hard to show why I am so much better than everyone else, artistically. I try to find a saving grace, but there is none. I am who I am, though that's not a very good person to be. Growth comes. Sight blurs amidst the line where positive and negative meet. I just do what I can. Most of the time it is not enough. I am more intelligent than most, which leads to terrible habits and traits. I'm not better than most, but I am. I'm not, as a human, though. So much further to go, I doubt I'll make it there. Thoughts, emotions––inflected yet not intelligible enough. Never are. I would like to be able to describe it all. However, there is not enough vocabulary, nor am I aware of how to do so. Life seems to be that way. Attitudes, knowledge, idiocy, love, hate, feelings: a combination of all––and more unnamed. Desperation, loneliness and depression encompassing self. The ever-consuming sphere. Break away from it, find the exit. But it's difficult to do so. Almost impossible. But here I am. Progress. Movement. Growth. I'm here. I'm here. I'm here. The resounding chant. The door is open. Walk through. Go.
Friday, December 11, 2015
a search for meaning in the birth of confusion
it's like you look up and you see what's not there
there's a chaotic symphony playing along to your footsteps
seconds fly by and you can't even stop anything.
what's coming has passed
it's just bewildering. one moment you're sitting there and then the next moment you're blinking
a lash drifts to the floor as hours move by
you can't get that lash back
and then there's a star in the sky and you look and the TV isn't even on anymore,
it won't power on
it's like a walk in the woods when the wind is cool degrees
I can't even explain how life is
who can?
it’s unreal
why do we constantly thirst for illusions passed?
there's a wall of filmic images playing on repeat in the eyelids
I don't even know where to go
but I have to say something
I can't just not know
dwelling on irony unexplained
there’s so much depth to the sense of feel
you hold soul in your palms
we envision all that is and all that is not
all that could be and all that never will be
it’s like laying on a cloud of hollowness
you know you’re going to fall
but you live for that fall
curiosity doesn’t kill you
you kill curiosity
you kill every darling
only to wish to resurrect them
forget-me-nots don’t blossom here
the seeds of profundity have been planted
yet they are never reaped
we fail to sow what matters too often
I do
when you stand on rocks you see the world in full view
but you never plunge
sporadicalness is your best friend
it haunts you
blood can’t be tainted
we mix liquids of insignificance
can purpose be found?
can it be taught?
we try so hard to seek out the definitions
but darkness swallows whole
regurgitating every ounce of what little dignity we have left
you can’t mask sorrow
you let it live on your face
you let those lines mold your outcome
you fight the outcome
there’s a twisted sense of self-righteousness
we’re self-absorbed
I am
a self-centeredness so revolting
the mirror degrades
but it’s important
we must understand our image
we never will
but we try
you see the expressions in the crowd
an implosion of a sense of self
all reaching for that last saving grace
the last drips of your water gently pour onto your tongue
finality is fine-tuned
you hear life’s harmony
the flutes toll for everyone
there is no ringing
time is soundless
silence bursts into existence
the shades of color fade
shadow always survives
in the end, we see
everlasting totality shines
let the void crumble
shed the insecurities
but never forget their impact and necessity
bathe in bare essence
you are born. you are dead.
but you lived
that’s enough
we hope
hope is insufficient
a falsehood
I'm not always right
unfortunate truth
truth: that's what should be found, constantly
a sacred honesty
I watch the pores of my skin grow impatiently open and through them I see doorways to my demons
I walk on the surface of a tempered sun
yet it flares with intensity when the occasion calls for it
it is time
plummet into that beautiful and horrific mess.
there's serenity in the despair
your chaos is accepted
make known the conscious and unconscious
actualize.
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Interpenetration
Scattered fragments of bliss compounded with pain.
Memory fulfilled.
Nighttime ventures ended by the splattering of daybreak.
You cause the metaphysical to crumble into beautiful ruins.
Splashes of your essence stain the landscape of our experiences.
Your scent is infused into the stratosphere of my existence,
lingering like a morning mist
My surrounding is a garden of your blossomed affection,
never withering
Veins bursting as you rush through,
like an overdose of morphine
My mind is flooded with images of your composition;
a longing to conjoin our madnesses––
descending in unison like the hues of a sunset as dusk approaches––
Let us crash and then rise again.
Our canvas is painted by the colors of passion and amorousness:
A representation of rapturous abstract and complex temptations.
I not only need you, I want you.
You are the foundation of everything that makes sense.
Life without you is not a life but a hell.
Your presence is necessity.
You evoke all that is good and genuine.
You are vital to my heartbeat.
Place your hand on my heart and feel it.
Let me take your hurt; cover me with your darkness
so we can escape it, together.
Everlasting comfort.
Take a breath and be. Simply.
Memory fulfilled.
Nighttime ventures ended by the splattering of daybreak.
You cause the metaphysical to crumble into beautiful ruins.
Splashes of your essence stain the landscape of our experiences.
Your scent is infused into the stratosphere of my existence,
lingering like a morning mist
My surrounding is a garden of your blossomed affection,
never withering
Veins bursting as you rush through,
like an overdose of morphine
My mind is flooded with images of your composition;
a longing to conjoin our madnesses––
descending in unison like the hues of a sunset as dusk approaches––
Let us crash and then rise again.
Our canvas is painted by the colors of passion and amorousness:
A representation of rapturous abstract and complex temptations.
I not only need you, I want you.
You are the foundation of everything that makes sense.
Life without you is not a life but a hell.
Your presence is necessity.
You evoke all that is good and genuine.
You are vital to my heartbeat.
Place your hand on my heart and feel it.
Let me take your hurt; cover me with your darkness
so we can escape it, together.
Everlasting comfort.
Take a breath and be. Simply.
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