Your Gucci glasses

hide those brown eyes

that designer purse

protects

your soul.

You just spilled ice

out of

nervous nerves.

One came close

slid

like

a hockey puck

towards me.

Thanks for the Apology

but,

no need.

You pointed

at the cube

that moved my way,

I picked it up

and put it in my mouth

crunch…

the sound of chewing ice

made you laugh

through

those designer shades and purse

is a vulnerable and sensitive soul

yearning

for the unpredictable.

Don’t ever

apologize for something

insignificant

as spilling ice water.

Every moment

presents a smile.

Thank you

for

allowing

me

to

give

you one.


Life is full of checkpoints

to reassure

you are on the right track

like

a Race Car video game


The autumn equinox has officially arrived.

Another season — not as exciting to some, perhaps, as summer.

However, as with every season; it is vital within the Universe.

Besides the technical aspect that fall is the transition between when the Sun’s equator lines up with the Northern Hemisphere in the…


1. I have been thinking about posting this for the last few weeks.

2.

3.

4.

5.

6.

7.

8.

9. I will come up with the rest of the reasons later.


I have been living on an ashram for the last 5 months, on the beautiful garden island — Kauai. Waking up at 5am to meditate, followed by yoga, and then good ‘ol fashion farm work.

Besides the farming, it has been a new experience.

Leading up to this adventure I…


I picked up the pen

hopefully

to tap into something

worthy.

As I write on the back of an old envelope.

Thank you for the birthday card, Madre.

Every time I pick up a pen — there is a chance of stumbling upon a nugget.

Knowing…

There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up a pen to write.

— William Makepeace Thackeray


This is why I venture out for coffee. Besides the love of the bean; I crave interaction, I crave looking into another humans eyes — with the opportunity to experience God through a new light.

Thankfully, that happened, just now. As I sat, and still sit, at Kalalea Juice Hale…


I use to rely on the

wine

to write.

I now sit

in the dark. Not even a candle. (headlamp missing)

I can’t see the stoke of the pen.

Hopefully I can read this

tomorrow (although, today is tomorrow)

I feel like what’s his name in Bloodsport

that guy

you know

that guy

shit

I forgot his name.

I was hoping you would know.

Jean Claude Van Damme…

that’s it.

He gets thrown toxic dust in

the eye during a battle.

Thus, fighting blind.

I sit here

writing. Blind.

Kind of

there is some moonlight.

I glance

out the window

pondering.

What good are any of these words.


I witnessed something amazing today:

A family; husband, wife, and son (early twenties.) There were no fanny packs to prove it, however, they were obviously tourists.

At the Kalalea juice stand.

I sat there with my coffee, well, I'm sitting here. …


I get asked about my success continuously.

By that I mean; Never.

The truth is:

There are no shortcuts. It has been a lot of hard work.

I have spent countless hours setting up fake email addresses and then creating fake Medium accounts, having to scan the internet for pictures…

Jeremy David

I Live on an Island — where I harvest food and interesting thoughts.

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