Mainstream Mediocrity

This is a poem (rant) I wrote back in November. The headlines are a little outdated, but the message still remains the same. 

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I used to be an aspiring journalist
until they taught me at the university that "if it bleeds, it leads."
Negativity above all else, are you kiddin' me?
I remember walking home from class after that & thinking to myself,
This isn't how I want to make my mark. 
I don't want to be a part of this.
So I jumped ship, changed my major,
& I'm sure glad I did.
I turn on the news these days & all I see is drama, trauma...
Obama this... Obama that...
The latest on the most recent ISIS attack ("better watch your back").
Ebola is an epidemic,
but there isn't an outbreak here in the United States.
Stop purposely spreading fear, CNN.
You're revealing your agenda again.
Let's be real, FOX News,
yours was never concealed.
NBC's lead story the other night was a teen's tweet,
you know, the kid who survived the school shooting last week.
Where's the privacy?
At least have the decency to let the victims grieve.
The more I see the more I believe 
that maybe there wouldn't be so many school shootings
if the media didn't make the shooters household names.
But then again, we are a society obsessed with celebrity.
You know how I know the media has lost its class?
The ESA successfully landed on the surface of the comet, 67P,
but that lost air time & took a back seat 
to Kim Kardashian's ass.
Freedom of the press? 
Please, more like power of the paparazzi. 
We all might as well watch TMZ.


Yard Work

I often get reflective when thinking about perspective... 

They say the grass is always greener on the other side.
What the clich├ęs don't say, though,
is that the grass on your side wouldn't be so damn brown
if you just took the time to water it.
The best way to get what you want 
is to put in the effort
& to care about what you already have.

I often get reflective when thinking about perspective...
Reminiscing over resurfacing memories,
feelings or emotions I neglected 
& pushed aside at the time when they occurred...
I've learned that materialistic tendencies 
& extreme objectivity,
can skew our view of reality, 
can blind us to what really matters.

Yes, I often get too reflective when I overthink perspective...
Like an over corrective detective,
desperately searching for the most effective,
least subjective method.
But who am I kidding?
It's not complicated.
It isn't a mystery.
Sometimes it's easiest
to just love,
to just live.

Simplicity really is the key
when putting it all into perspective.


Lost & Found

Last night started off like any other night. It was about 6 o'clock in the evening, & my grandparents & I took our dogs for a ride up in the Blue Mountains. It's something of a tradition of ours, to escape humanity for awhile & drive around the wilderness. Everything was going according to plan - that is, until we stopped to let the dogs out. Brendy (dog on the left of the photo) took off after a deer & disappeared into a valley. She was gone, just like that. After calling her name & looking for her for over 3 hours, we started to lose hope. Grandpa tied his shirt up to a tree so she had something to come back to, & we made our way back home, empty handed. I'll never forget that car ride. None of us said anything the whole way home, we just cried. We all somehow felt responsible for what had happened.
When we got back home Grandpa & I were out in the garage, sitting there in stunned silence. We agreed that we would go back up there early in the morning. But after about 10 seconds, the guilt became too much for me to take.
"What the hell are we doing?"
Grandpa stood up & understood exactly what I meant.
"You're right," he said. "Let's go."
We went in the house & Grandma was already packing stuff up for us. Somehow she knew we were going back up there. Somehow she always knows.
"I'll stay here with Buddy (my old yellow lab in the photo)," she said. "You two be careful."
So off we went, driving into the darkness, both of us not knowing what to expect. As we drove up the mountain the only thing we could hear was our own voices echoing in the distance.
"Brendy!" Grandpa yelled. "Brendy Lou, get back he-..." He broke down. "Goddammit, Alex, why did this have to happen?" he asked between sobs. "How did we let this happen?"
"Don't lose hope yet, Grandpa," I said, although I was thinking something entirely different.
At about that time some deer ran across the road in front of us. I stopped the truck, afraid there were more coming. I looked up the road & saw a pair of eyes reflecting off the headlights. The eyes were running toward the truck. That's not a deer, I thought to myself. Is it a cougar? A bear? My heart began to pound in my chest.
Then she came into view.
"It's Brendy! Grandpa, it's Brendy!"
I got out of the truck & she slowly made her way toward me, seemingly not believing what she was seeing. Neither was I. It was like looking at a ghost. I opened up the back door of the truck & without a moment's hesitation she jumped in. She crawled up to the front seat & began licking my face. Grandpa hugged her & I didn't think he was going to ever let go. Tears ran down his face, this time the happy kind.
"Let's get you home, girl," he said. "I can't wait to see the look on Grandma's face."

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We found her (she found us, really) at 1:30 AM only about 100 feet away from where Grandpa left his shirt. I still can't believe we got her back.
I learned a lot last night about fear, regret, & guilt, among other things. But most importantly, I realized the power of never giving up hope.