by Mitchell Bordelon
On warm and breezy summer nights. A five story porch is the setting, in the city of Angels. A job thats going well, with happy co-workers, above or below me. Of changing and altering the world's skyline forever. Of a glass of chardinae, and a book in hand. Of the stars twinkling in the night, and the city lights glowing around me... The beautiful skyline, the over cast skies clearing up by 11... "June Gloom" the local yocals call it. I dream of fast rides on Mulholland Drive, with all the windows down and my radio station blaring. Of nights in 5 star resteraunts on Venice, Canal, Sunset, Santa Monica, Hollywood and Valencia Blvd. Of the huge bill boards on the side of buildings. Of the cool pacific waters, and snow-white sand. Of the small shops in the farmer's market, and tourist shops in Venice Beach. Of rich glamorus nights in Marina Del Ray. Of Hilly rides in Beverly. Of crusing in Hollywood and Vine... I dream of smiles, laughes and hugs with intamite friends. Of swimming and running at the Gold Gym. That I know the world is good, and so is the food. The endless rows of palm trees, and Highway lanes. Of the hills, and static of no radio reception. Of screaming and laughing on rides that no other park can have. Of the sun toasting you, making you feel one with the world, and all its beauties and fragileness... I dream of calls to Texas, and endless letters and postcards. Of Kylie Minogue's live concert. Of foam raves, and the lights endlessly flashing threw the night. Of the beautiful music, by DJ Drew. The fun with friends, the fun that happens once... But this time, it happens everytime... not just once... I dream of being one with the whole, the pure and clean. Being happy in my world, and enjoying every sip of life as its handed down threw others. The no gas stations and no resterautns in Aniehem, and beautiful vines growing along conrete and brick. Of rivers and pools of canal water from the drying wet seasons... Of being enjoyful, and not taking any ray of sun for grantite... I dream of Los Angeles, the city in which I belong in.... Where my friends await my arrival with hugs and kisses. With there beautiful families loving us like there own, and returning the favor. I dream of happyness in this beautiful utopia, this Bablyon... this heavenly state of mind when you step of the plane, when you get out of the car, when you have arrived...
The Dream is Los Angeles... And Its closer then ever... Why let anything get in your way? Nothing will... Nothing will ever get in my way, from my beautiful reality... Not so much a dream, but as a realistic fantasy...
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