A strange but wonderful dream

I just woke up from a peaceful two-hour nap. I was only awaken by a random black man asking me about his hair...only a dream that beautiful would be interrupted by a vision so ugly. No offense dawg, but you ain't the prettiest person I know. I digress. Wow, well, it was cold today, very cold and rainy and depressing. Oh yeah and hail. Not golf-ball sized, Chicago-style hail, but cold creepy hail that hit you in the face and sent shivers down your spine. So I came back, and took me a long quiet nap. I left an away message that quoted The Game's "Dreams" "And I brought you all my dreams...because I love you..." well, here is my dream. It was a great dream. It was peaceful and mellow, yet I was in good spirits. I think I was outside because it was dark and tehre were trees surrounding me. And a path in which people either walked or they were riding bicycles or jogging or something, I wasn't really paying attention. I was paying attention to the fact that I was surrounded by a dozen gorgeous women. We were all huddled, sitting on the ground listening to something, or observing nature or...I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT THE FUCK WE WERE DOING! Once again, I wish I knew what was going on. But once again, my dream resembles real life in which I was not paying attention to something I obviously shoulda been paying attention to. So at one point we all got up and began to say our goodbyes, and one cute brunette stepped over to me and said (to what I can remember): "I'd like to finish this meeting somewhere, can I have your number?" In a state of shock, I of course obliged. I still sat. Another approached me and asked me for my number. Three others came and I got all their numbers. I only remember one number though, and only the first three digits: 141. What kind of sign is that...well, wait the dream gets weirder. I got back to my dorm room (so I must've been at college) and everyone was standing in the hallway, everywhere I went, every floor I was on, it was weird. This old man stood outside my door demanding to see my ID and saying I couldn't be in my room. Oh yeah, another part to that dream. Okay, my friend Larry (who is an actual person) came to me and told me that cops were going thru everyones rooms for no reason, just to fuck us up. I was scared, so in the scared state I was I panicked and tried to hid bottles of Bacardi Limon, Absolut Vodka and Bacardi Zombie and Hennessey in a tiny drawer. If you are an SIU student or parent and remember the small desk drawers on the top, yeah, that wouldn't fit. But, I got everything in by some miracle. I was saved being arrested. However, I spent time in the jailhouse bailing out all of my friends. But I can't get over the girls. I wanna know what that was about. In the state that I am currently in, where I'm like Puffy, I need a girl, I want to know if that was a good sign of things to come. It's dark and cold and quiet outside, just like my love life...what did that dream mean, if anything?

How Opposites Attract

How Opposites Attract by Luis Medina

Big city, bright lights
corner stores and
street fights.
Dirt roads, country calm
farmers market
makes me yawn.
Movie theatres
drive ins.
Films before they come out,
got them through a friend,
bootleggin.
For you its John Mayer, me
it's Lil Jon
loud booms of the King of Crunk,
contrast with Mayer's eerie calm.
But when our eyes met, you didn't know me
I didn't know you.
But I wanted to be with you, not for just one night,
not even just two.
So here's to the night, I thought I was in love
with an angel from above...
But I was wrong.
So as I turn around and leave, its one more slurred song
as I walk away I mutter,
good bye and so long.

My Second Poetry Assignment

This was the second of my poetry assignments for my creative writing class. I really changed the tone in this one, compared to the depressed, isolated and lonely tone of my 1st poem (see My 1st Poem, January 21st 2005). This one, well, judge for yourself.

Hey Buddy

Your smell is disgusting
like old trash exposed to the summer’s heat.
Your style is ridiculous!
If it’s not your polyester shirt decorated with unknown stains,
it’s your jeans you’ve been holding on to since the Nixon administration.
Don’t you think it’s time to move on?
The way your hair is everywhere,
it’s wild and uncontrollable.
The people at Rogaine want your secret to rapid hair growth
When you speak it makes me cringe,
as if I was in grade school again,
and Mrs. Jones is running her nails down the chalkboard.
Even the slightest thought of it makes me want to hurl,
but if you had a taste,
It’d probably be comparable to spoiled milk.
I’m sorry,
you’re as attractive as the mold growing in the fridge.

Hope Springs Eternal

As Promised, Part two of the baseball poetry series

Hope Springs Eternal by Luis Medina

A cold, dark night interrupted
by the flash of a warm summer's day.
The brisk, chilling wind comes to a dead halt
with the recurring memories of the summer's breeze.
The reality of naked trees and dying grass is now replaced,
by the lively green ivy and the thick freshly cut grass.
The eternal hope brought by the plain white winter
is followed by the blossoming brought along by spring.
Which leads us to the joys brought by the boys of summer.
This is finally concluded with the ultimate reward,
earned in the fall.
It's enever ending cycle,
that begins on a cold, dark night.