Ramblings?

It goes without saying...
But I'll say it:

There are many things you need
things you want
things you can't have.

I'm not talking about iPhones and minis and Macbooks.
I'm talking about peace, serenity, stability, love, understanding...

Sure. Someday you are destined to achieve these "gifts"
but many a time you will realize... that today is not that day.

Today is not the day you fall in love;
Today is not the day you find success;
Today is not the day you are fulfilled.

Maybe tomorrow?

...

There once a boy named Johnny
who really wanted a pony.
He found a pony perfect for him.
Her name was Bonnie.

There once was a pony named Bonnie
who had to act a phony.
A boy loved her; she didn't love back.
She seriously could win a Tony.

Everything seemed just fine.
The boy sighed, "the pony is mine".
Yet, the charade was ending, though the pony tried.
Try and try and try--she's lying.

Although his heart was good,
and she seemed just right.
Her heart was for someone else.
For try and try as he might,
For her her heart, he couldn't even fight.
And try and try as she might,
She knew he was her type.

The Spirit of the Revolution

I sit here. 

Feeling the air on my face. 

Through my hair. Pushing me back.

It tells me of the stories of old. 

Of the Nicaraguans who once lived. 

De las cosas que pasaron. 

And I understood. 

My life. 

To revere what is natural. 

To revere what is good.

The spirit of La Revolución. 

De la gente.

I feel it.

A Commentary on Your Problems

That which is here is never nearly enough;
That which is there is always beyond the cuff;
Wanting and having is just merely about stuff;
Simply being alive--you must think that's tough.

Blur of The Nightlife

That Time

Remember that time? With the place.
You know... where everywhere was a disaster.
Where the drinks were too sour
and the places were too swank.

Remember that time? With the lady.
You know... the crazy one driving the cab.
Our own personal radio disk jockey,
traveling this way and that way.

Remember that time? With the fight.
You know... the drunkards looking to throw down.
Nobody messes with one of us;
we've got each others' backs.

Remember that time?
You know... when it didn't matter what we did or where.
But what mattered was who were were with
and the memories that were made.

That's what I remember.

Leo

 Up close and personal with Stu's pet

Isn't he something!

Shade

Shadows

I am but a shadow in their world
important enough to keep their status normal.
When present, they give me faint notice.
Without, there is an air of eerie.

I am but a shadow in this world.
My existence is fleeting as the sun sets.
He greets the rising moon,
as I fade into the perilous dark.

I have shadows in my world.
My heart, my mind, my soul --
all shrouded in the silky, silent blackness.
It's thickness stifles my voice.

I am a shadow.
It's the core of my being,
fleeting from light, seeking solitude.
Pondering my very existence -- I know I must exist for them:
To keep their lives stable.

And yet where is stability in mine?
It exists only in the rare moments that I,
as a shadow, match the movements of you;
you, the world;
I exist, as a shadow;
as a being, to serve you.

One Amongst Many

---
I took this picture one early morning walking the campus of my university. I often use this time to escape all the troubles of life and take in the moment. When I look at this image it reminded me that I am but one person, amongst many others who are striving for a similar career path as me. The question I ask myself, "what makes me stand out from the rest?"

On the Brink

I stand as if on a cliff
staring seaside.
The wind, the seagulls, the waves
crash over me.
My whole life lies before me,
awaiting my descent.
I breathe in the earthy aura
surrounding my person,
as I await for what shall come to pass...

And yet, even without looking,
I know.
The gift of seeing, of reaching this height
has also plagued me.
I am alone. I am stuck.
Every moment of my life is just
a wistful breath, a lustful moment
for something good; for greatness.

I look down and suddenly the
ground rushes to my consciousness.
No path lies before me.
No way is behind me.
I cannot move.
I cannot see.
I cannot breathe.

I cannot be...
for it is in all these moments
that I realize.
Realizing nothing good can come to pass.
For what sits in my line of sight
is truly not for me.
But for those living in its presence.
For those swimming in the sea,
playing on the beach,
laughing with their happiness.

It's not for me.
I'm standing, as an isolate, on this cliff
waiting; just waiting
for my end to be.

 ---
I wrote this poem as the clock struck midnight on New Year's Eve 2011. Being on vacation with a group of close friends provided me with much time for reflection and opportunities for developing perspective on life. This poem really captures the mood that causes many people to hesitate to work towards greatness. The fear of not deserving to achieve happiness. The belief that one is an island with no support. While these attitudes may be irrational, they are quite prevalent in our society. I know I feel this way often, even when I tell myself that it is not true.


My only advice for people feeling this way is to express your doubts and your fear. This allows you the ability to identify and reject those thoughts and make way for new ones. More positive ones. More optimistic. Aiming for a better future.

Visions to Verses

Welcome to the workings of Stu and Mr. Lobo providing you with an outlet for fun and relaxation. We hope to bring you visions of natural imagery and verses of pure expressions. Periodically, we will bring you original works of poetry, prose, and photography. Our works will be authentic and earnest in nature, open for interpretation and without regard for self censorship.

So sit back, relax, and enjoy. Art in motion.