19.2.11

My Los Angeles

Not a bad city...not the best city... or the worst city...just a city we escape to...and that city welcomes us...the dreamers... the fearful...the fearless...visionaries... waiting to be seen


Not a bad city...but emphatically conflicted...lost in flux...unaware of time running out...on it's distinction


Not a bad city...but do we really see...what we have created...how the city of angels... can mimic the city of sin... with a left- turn... down one dark street


A city to some... that centers only... around actors...the others know no better...they fail to recognize... the mountains that embrace us...or the ocean that caresses us


Not a bad city...in fact...a city full of hope...where dreams...are floating in the sky...in this city... your occupation is forgiven...unless you're a scholar


Not a bad city...the best possible hope...of artist...therapist...and spiritualist...where prosperity... appears first...but becomes second nature


Not a bad city...the one city in the world... where facade... runs parallel to Love

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