I thought it worth mentioning that I graduate high school today. Here are some things that I have written throughout the past year or two that I feel it is necessary to publish in some fashion, however menial it may prove.  Some things are more serious than others, I guess it is for you to decide what you think.  To those who journey on with me: cheers. To those who are left behind for a time: cheers as well. To those who have gone before: thanks. You know who you are.

Im not sure what motivated my choosing of the name cheetoman; it just seemed good at the time. I am this alternate identity, and not it at all. My persona and identity aren’t contingent on the words I post on this page, nor do my posts always reflect the eyes behind the shades.  My concrete thoughts betray my underlying motives and passions, whitewashing them (if anything at all).  I collect my thoughts to look at my past, which is independent of my future and present, and then with a single motion, scatter them as a boy flings a fistful of sand into the ocean.  Each of the grains is a memory set apart, and all of the grains gathered are a pile of sand—with which I can choose to do anything I please.  I can try and build a sort of canal with them, doing all I can to channel water where I will. I can discard it all, digging down thru the ground for the end of a bottomless pit that will always just produce more sand. I can also sculpt a sandcastle complete with parapets, a moat, and ornamented battlements.  All these creations depend solely upon how I choose to interpret and present my pile of sand.  Of all things, I choose the castle. If taken one grain at a time my past is too trivial to scrutinize and appreciate, and if taken in all at once… just another pile of sand.  It just takes a point of view, a different lense, an odd rhythm to end up with the most unlooked for legacy imaginable.  Sometimes I wish I wasn’t one of the few who take this romantic approach to memory.  I guess it’s good to have different takes on reality, if for nothing other than the sake of variety. 

Regardless of how one dreams, life continues all around us. You may not be able to perceive my reality from the way you live, but by watching the way I carry out my life as a result of my perception, your life is bettered or worsened.

All the times we laugh

How we live and learn

And some flowers grow

And some castles burn

And its time for a ballad or remembrance

Your shoes dirt cheap

And your hair broke even

You wish for more time

But the hour is leaving

It’s a special sign, it’s a phase in transition

Your smile crumbles into the gravel under your feet

Fortress walls start shakin down, head over heels

You will stumble, a pyre of glorious revelations

At your feet

As cold seeps in around the edges, funneling the vision

Rewind, delay, not that your afraid

Try to be self-sure, like your mind is made

Time to wash those hands, as they’ve been set free

Dump the soap from its box so you can stand up

And give all those ignorami a piece of your mind

Todays the last chance that we’ll get till tomorrow

Its high time to ignite such a ship amassed with sorrow

This inspirations drying like a heart in the wind

And, oh, its almost like im dying when I call it

An end.

Just something I thought of when I was bored… doesn’t have a name.

Here is another random one, I thought about entering it in something, but whatever

Screeching sneakers,

old courts and some bleachers

A try and a miss lands on all those worn teachers

who, combing their teeth, make way to a job

where coffee stained

 lounges reign

fluorescent shadows on faded carpet.

Shut your lids, we once

Played as kids

The lockers re-echo.. some rumor

Long dead

while peers try and remember

Whats been shoved in their head.

A penny here, a ticket there

Old football glories fill the air

Feet soon file on, sweet leaving time

How bittersweet, it’s been sublime!

Laugh in class, your zipper’s down

I knew someday we’d own this town

Its like they say, this thing goes fast

As if we’d wanted it to last…

But then again, upon review

Im glad we conquered, aren’t you?

I know I said I wouldn’t post again; I lied. If you have actually read this far into the post without skimming through or getting a headache- kudos to you. Feel free to think you are awesome. That’s all.

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