Livin' The Dream

The other day I went into Starbucks to meet my friend Coby. When I entered I saw an old friend from high school behind the counter making coffee. I went up to her and said hello. As we did the talk that people do when they haven't seen each other in years I mentioned that I had seen another good friend of ours on Facebook. I noted that she had moved to Hawaii some time ago. We both agreed Hawaii fit our other friend quite well. Then she said to me, "Yeah, James is livin the dream. She's lived all sorts of places, done all sorts of things". As I heard that jealousy flooded my heart like one of those volcano science projects. I wanted to live the dream. I wanted to have all kinds of freedom to do whatever I wanted to do! I said it was nice seeing her and went and sat down with Coby.

Later that day I began to think about our conversation. I thought about how I became so jealous of my friend in Hawaii. It was like a hypnotist snapping their fingers near my ears when I finally realized, no I'm the one living the dream. I get to experience true love instead of transient love. I have two girls with hair more beautiful than any sandy beach and eyes more awe striking than any blue lagoon. I have a beautiful wife who is more valuable than any ocean treasure, who loves me deeply and cares for me greatly. I have a daughter who is more precious than any tropical island seasoned with palm trees and waterfalls and every time she looks me in the eye I can hear her saying, "dad, you're my best friend". I'm living the dream.

Amirsoul Drum n Bass

Just a couple tunes I've written while writing Drum n Bass.

Cadence Souls by Amirsoul


Things I Know by Amirsoul

Glass Screens And Deep Needs

Oh how we love our fantasy's, our alternate worlds! We plug them into our brains every night like we were entering the Matrix. Through an endless supply of varying realities we roam the channels like a child does a candy store, mouth watering with anticipation and appetite. Action, adventure, romance, comedy, blood, sex, drugs and rock n roll all at our disposal, all available to live out in our minds. Our heroes rotate like Baskin & Robins' flavor of the month to the rhythm of our hearts pendulum. Tick - during the 8 o'clock hour my beautiful doctor will heal me of the day's wounds, Tock - during the 9 o'clock hour my strong secret agent will save me from all that could happen tomorrow, Tick - in the 10 o'clock hour my sexy lover will sweep me off my feet this evening and ease my loneliness, Tock - finally at 11 I will be glad to know someone who knows someone and we will laugh with each other before I retire for the night alone.



We are a thirsty people but it is not our tongues that are parched. It is our souls. Let us drink! But let it be a water that lives and lasts forever!

A Wicked Desert And An Endless Fountain

Wishing for wells or something to hold water,
cracks without seeping or ooze.
Tainted delights, faucets constant flowing -
win after win I still lose.

Cisterns I've dug lately with blood sweat and tears,
I've worked my hands down to the bone,
in hopes of my searching to finally be quenched.
Instead I have nothing to show.

Like a fountain surrounded by a desert so wicked
And oh when I found this fountain to be endless
You would that I drink.
You would that I drink.

I Have Not Been Put Out

I have been like a smoldering flame. Yet by some compassion I have not been snuffed out. And what great compassion it is.

The Wizard of Oz, Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, and the Marlboro Man

My friend Dave used to smoke cigarettes. He smoked for a long time, like 20 years. Maybe that's not as long as my Grandpa smoked, but being that I'm 31 years old that would mean Dave smoked for 2/3 of my life. I think that's a long time. One day he became really sick. It was like he got Mono, though the doctors didn't say it was Mono they just said he was really sick. During that time he put smoking on hold. Can you imagine smoking when you have a sinus infection, pulling a deep drag and trying to blow it out your nose like a movie star? I can imagine the smoke being pretty pissed off after realizing its decided path was a dead end. It would certainly make you pay for your mistreatment. Dave was not so cruel, he kept his cigarettes in the package while the pathways were closed for construction. The only thing is, he was sick for a really long time. So while he was suffering at the hands of his sickness he was also, without knowing it, kicking his long time smoking habit. After Dave felt better, he began eating normal food again. To his surprise the food tasted different. He said the taste had more color now, more life. I guess smoking dulled the taste of food.

I bet Dave's experience was like in "The Wizard of Oz" when the Dorothy and Todo arrive in the Land of Oz and the film turns to color. That would be really weird to have your life go from black and white to full Technicolor. I wonder how that would feel. I think I would be super excited at first, like when the whole gang in "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" enters Willy Wonka's lair with exuberance, searching the ins and outs of the place. I would want to go look at everything, one by one, first from a distance then as close as I could possibly get without my vision blurring. After a while though, I think I might feel a sense of grief. I mean all this time up until now I have been living in black and white when all along this beautiful color version was right around the corner, just a Tornado away. Then I might even feel sad or at least concerned that my friends and family may not know about this new land with so much more life than back home. I think I would certainly begin racking my brain as to how I would be able to create a bridge between black and white and color. I mean, how does one build a bridge between colors? Its not like you can just hire a government contractor to build another Narrows Bridge that goes from gray scale to the Pantone fan deck. The only reason I was even able to get there was because tornado came while I was shut out of the storm cellar, which I was scared about not to mention feeling a little sense of rejection. Then, once I did finally did find a place to hide, the tornado picked up the entire house I was taking refuge in and swirled it around for a while which scared the shit out of me again and caused me to whack my head and pass out. When I awoke the house had been placed back on the ground and as I stepped out my life changed forever - Oz. Simple as that. I don't know how to make a tornado!!! And even if I did, I wouldn't know how to control it to make it pick up a house that I somehow convinced all of my family and friends to be inside at the same time! Its a good thing the Land of Oz and my man Bill's Chocolate Factory don't actually exist.

Poetry & Facebook

Anis Mojgani = Amazing. I was sick this past week and was confined to my bed with my laptop on top of my lap and Youtube blazing away with poetry and Facebook. :)

Heres a favorite...

A Light and a Friend

I was in the midst of a dark cave today. A conversation between men and women all of whom had their minds made up concerning their view of God. We talked... we typed... we wielded our intellect as knights wield their swords. And the more and more we talked and typed the darker the cave became... until it was quite black. My vision grew faint as did my soul. Pupils dilating until they busted out of their constraints... still dark. "You fool!", they shouted from the shadow now engulfing the space in which we spoke. Still dark... so dark. And then so suddenly, like being snapped out of a dream into consciousness, a light appeared. A friend came from out of the darkness and kept this lonely soul company. He said...

"There are only three types of people; those who have found God and serve Him, those who have not found God and seek Him, and those who live not seeking or finding Him. The first are rational and happy, the second unhappy and rational, and the third foolish and unhappy."

He went on to say other things that I'm certain only I could hear and when I think back I wonder if only I could see this friend that stood along side me. God brought him to my side when I was in need.