Post #420

...that's number four-twenty, not hashtag four-twenty. But post 420, here on the blog, either way. With that said, here's a picture and a poem in honor of four hundred and twenty posts over the past 4 and a half years... Thanks for checkin' out the blog. Check back next year for more Bsombin'& have a Happy New Year!! 

"Sickened By My Medicine"

I got a crutch made outta of dead vegetation,

...The cloud under my wing assists in elevation,

For all sickness, She's the best medication,

Enabling the "train of thought" to reach new destinations,

Though named depressant, she brings stimulation,

Subtracts from the mind boundary and limitation,

Enters the blood stream by way of inhalation,

...Pardon me, it's time to give a demonstration,

When life's killing me, she's brings reincarnation,

Dimming all my pain as she slows me circulation,

Tolerance insists on higher concentrations,

So the dollars get spent in large denominations,

Though she's a soothing breath of meditation,

Beware, she demands complete &  total dedication,

She'll enslave with her sweet seductive sedation,

& she might make finding her your full time occupation,

-Bsomb4

Holiday travels

Old Painting. New Poem.

"Through The Moon's Queendom"

Below the

Sparkling onxy 

Yonder,

I labor through 

Cold raven air,

In a 

Perishable temple...

Relentlessly 

Muscles are strained;

Bones are stressed;

Teeth are gnashed; & 

The mind fights to

Find the will to 

Push past the want for rest,

So that a soul can climb the 

Stairway to heaven

Accomplished in 

God's eyes

Ignored go 

Sleep's summons, & 

Refused are exhaustion's 

Commands,

As time drags 

This decaying shell through

The moon's queendom,

So that it can 

Learn, through her, how to 

Shed light 

Onto a 

Sunless world

As she does

Evoked by

The flame of 

Dissatisfaction,

Which burns mind and heart,

I grow;

Push; &

Fight to birth my 

Love & passion

On the surface of the sun,

To watch them blossom in the heat,

Then, one day, burn so bright they come to 

Blind the stars

-Bsomb4

Flaskmob Los Angeles

Thanks for checkin' out the blog! I follow a lot of photographers and photography groups on Instagram. One of which is Flaskmob. ...a group from the Bay that puts together Insta-meets for the area's street photographers. Back in August, they organized the first Flaskmob meet in L.A., and I was intent on going. My brotha-from-anotha-mutha, Jefroe, hit me up to see if I wanted go see what's up with the Flaskmob. Worked out perfectly, since I was already planning on heading out to DTLA anyways. I met Froe at his place and after a few blows and dabs, we started out to go find the mob. We lagged and had a hard time finding the mob. Then parking proved to be just as hard to find. By the time we met up with the mob, they had already gone full circle and returned back to the meet's starting point at Pershing Square. As we walked up to the crowd, we met up with our old friend Van Styles. We missed all but the group shots and a few funny antics from the mob, since we got there late. But Froe & I were both set on shooting. We took a minute to hang out with Van, after the mob dispersed, and he suggested a few spots we could go shoot. So we said peace to Mr. Styles, hopped back in the ride, and got on our way. Once we decided to go shoot the bridge to the metro train station that is on the 110 Fwy, we started looking for spots to shoot along the way. A few "gems" were found that night, and I lot of laughs were had, with Froe. We even got to enjoy some ghetto gourmet delights, when we found that the only safe place to park was a tire shop parking lot that doubled as a taco truck spot at night. Lol. It didn't look like the most attractive food option, but the tacos were bangin'!! ...The only down side to the whole night was waking up early to go to work the next day, after getting home at 4A.M. But other than that, an awesome night of "urban exploration". I'm looking forward to the Flaskmob's return to L.A. next month. This time, gonna make sure to get there on time, though. Lol. Despite missing the mob, I still got a lot of good images that night. Here are some of my favorites...

Thanks for stoppin' by the blog & check back soon for more Bsombin'!

Lurkin' Canoga

#ValleyLife

A Sunday Poem

"Dear Love,"

I had you and lost you,

Time and time again...

You grew out of stranger,

You grew out of friend,

You grew unexpected

You grew now and then

Then you grew into something

From which I had to mend

Your scars, I still wear them

Though they're hind from site

...Your pleasure in play,&

Your suffer from fight...

So much time left in darkness,

after dancing in light,

At the thought of your return,

Shear panic & fright

If ever reincarnated,

Please be subtle and chose wise

Grow in truth and conviction

To endure through both halves' lives

Grow through feeling and from mind

Not from wanting and through the eyes

Grow closer to your honest paradise

And farthest from your hell's lies

I am afraid to death of what you can do to me.

Since what you did to me made me want to die,

So, for now, not always, I'm saying goodbye

Though I know you'll disagree, since you refuse to reply

-Bsomb4