Renata Carmen Writes

(March 2009) ...fucking sleep the gears in my head just won't stop turning yearning for apexes and curves racing the birds towards the heavens embracing the mountains words cannot describe the longing i feel in my soul i feel whole when rubber and steel are at my command embrace the wheel in my hands twisting and turning nature's demands and lady luck are my only concerns discerning my beloved free from thinking all instinct like breathing or blinking chase the sun till its sinking then into the night you try to follow all you see are taillights and im gone smiling at your feeble attempts repeat your rinsed out style is spent long before i've even started so go join the other ricers and dearly departed ill say a prayer for you next time we meet just as soon as i have her back on her feet i anticipate that day like a kid's christmas already have a mile long wish list a never ending process this game we play but i wouldn't have it any other way

Circa 2002 I wrote this in a park in No Ho on my lunch break one day when i worked at a recording studio....... i walk the streets of the city it greets the nitty-gritty day in and day out while we struggle to be pretty if i could i would leave this vain existence behind become one with the bricks and cement that i find as my feet lead me in the direction they desire i'd grow old with the steel fences and barbed wire many are inspired by tall trees and mist shrouded mountains but i am moved by well worn bridges and whispering fountains so let the rivers of afar meander on their way i'm gonna seek solace in the arms of the city for today..................

March 2009 wrote this while watching a boring safety video in welding class..... i dream in krylon painted scenes color coded schemes bursting at the seams with True Blues and Hunter Greens Pewter Grey freight trains become streams of various hues, glints and gleams brick walls are a canvas for paint can tag teams exploding with energy, laughs and screams hopes, nightmares, fears and dreams in memory of loved ones lost to bars or beams formed into boxes lined with velvet and gold sheen political statements otherwise unseen become exposed to the public eye unrestricted, pristine what a Bright Idea try to stop this graff thing might as well tell the Bahama Seas to stop crashing against Castle Rocks and the Blue Ocean Breeze to cease its whispers of Tuscan Sunsets and Coral Isle reefs most have forgot we are part of nature like Ivy Leaf or Sun Yellow so get over it you stuck up Oxford Blue Fellow unleash the fox and hounds go chase them in your Equestrian brown leave us to our work we won...

i started this a few weeks ago, on an overcast day, and just finished it a few minutes prior posting it here. i feel its rather self-explanatory. hope you enjoy! today is grey quiet and sullen a reflection of my soul heavy and swollen weighted with questions topics and emotions heavy as anchors and deep as oceans tumultuous storms wash over my mind drowning clarity struggling to find my way, my path fighting for breath among the waves’ wrath the shore I once knew and loved so well is ravaged and torn a reflection of hell where is the heaven i once called home oh Los Angeles what have we done? where is the promise of golden prosperity opportunity for all the tired and poor we became a charity spread ourselves too thin now the infrastructure is disintegrating from within the cost of living is inflated the local workforce is degraded underpaid overworked tired and jaded business is fleeing in droves driven off by taxes that never trickle down just look at the roads throughout this town pr...

"Buy the ticket, take the ride." - Hunter S. Thompson "Think from outside the box, collapse the box and take a fucking sharp knife to it." - Banksy So last week I caught the midnite showing of Banksy's new film "Exit Through the Gift Shop". I found it to be a fascinating examination of the street art scene. I have always loved "street art". Being a SoCal native I have held the privilege of constant exposure to the very best graffiti and I never tire of taking in as much as I can when I am in the city. But seeing that film really set me on fire. Witnessing the culmination of the artists and their creations is so inspiring to me. These are people who live with out fear or limits. They take risks for their chosen form of expression on a nightly basis while the world sleeps, or right out in broad daylight while the world sleepwalks. These artists really live their lives by their own terms and are free because of it. The majority of the p...

i stretch myself slowly out of winter’s bitter slumber coaxed awake by the calling of spring and all her empty promises thunderheads swell on the horizon roll thru the sky with threats of thunder and lightning expressing their anger in loud, frightening gestures unleashing warm rains, awakening rivers and springs then suddenly they are gone dissipated leaving behind nourished refreshed bursting life joyful and glorious in all of its abundance the embrace of the warm breeze the vivid colors of the land and sky the touch of the golden sun against my skin i want to soak it all up max out all six of my senses the rolling hills the breath of the trees stirring in the restless air the calls of lazy insects it all culminates in a beauty that’s almost painfully overwhelming i can’t believe i am here in this place at this precise moment in time wandering freely and without care like this day will last forever stretching out into one endless season of sunlight and laughter and bold exploration f...

"my car is like my own personal universe she's my drug and it only takes 12 bucks to fill 'er up and in my galaxy there ain't no room for earth so i'm leavin it cuz i can feel my oil pressure building up turning over the ignition of my solar system check the gauges, push in the tape put my foot on the brake shift existence, light my cigarette and take it state to state until i crash into my fate..." -slug (atmosphere) it doesn't matter what may have happened during the day, i know that The Mountain will always be there for me. i hit the streets in the direction of my favorite local peak, feeling relief at just the thought of traversing its glorious twists and turns. a pang of excitement runs thru me like electricity as it comes into view. regardless of how many times i have been up here, i get the butterflies as i enter the canyon and accelerate into the great abyss. all my problems dissipate as i turn into the apex. i feel the stress and neg...