Take me to the ball game

I get excited when I see kids get involve in sports. I always hope they grow up and love it even more. Productivity is the link to a balance mind set and the creation of goals. Coach Kel is a friend of mine. Representing The Angels from Harlem. Young boys between the ages of 7-10 years old. You can view them hitting scores from Monday-Saturday after 5:30pm.

Location: West 134th & West 135th on Amsterdam Park

Make it there!!

“Ascend to their potential to cross-bound an engine of an educative value”

-Kat Garcia

Too him, I look..

My friend Doug picked me up from work and surprised me with this portrait. I was ecstatic and full of appreciation. I kept my cool and gave him a big hug.

If you like a portrait done by Doug, find him on Facebook and message him at: acedoug2@aol.com

Thank you Doug!

John Mangelli for U.S. Senate November 2012

Eddie: Would you like to sign my petition? I’m trying to gather signatures to support John Mangelli.
Kat(Me): Would you let me read the petition please. Not sure who’s John Mangelli.
Eddie: Sure. He’s running for Senate. A peoples person.

“I want you to have a say in what is goin on in your government. I want you to have a say in the laws and social policy that effect you. If you dont want a say fine, but I want a say and so should you’

-John Mangelli

Yes, I sign Eddie’s petition. He convinced me and was confident of his research. If you see him in the Bronx area, Show support!

“Society does not consist of individuals, but express the sum of interrelations, the relations within these individuals stand”

-Marx 1858

It’s particularly important to recognize the Youth. Hear them out, they always have a story to tell. Stories turn out to be inspiring, freshly pressed, full of disgust or anger. But, it is still a story and it must be heard to learn from. Keep it up Eddie, Good Luck!

An artistic tradition

Meet George!
He’s a wood carver, an excellent one!
I met him while walking the Soho area. You can find him on East Houston street sitting by a stoop. My stare wasnt appealing Lol I was impress. I wanted to jus watch but he significantly locked eyes with me. I asked for his name and
we exchanged words. George presented to me his recent art piece:

Julius Caesar was a Roman general and a very recognized writer of Latin prose. In the Middle Ages Caesar was created a member of the Nine Worthies, a group of heroes expressing all the ideal qualities of chivalry..

It had the finest details. Pure gold coating.
Over 6 years of trying to perfected such small wood carvings.

Nice to meet you George! May god bless your mind and those hands.

The story must be told By La Bruja

The story must be told
That what does not glitter
Can still be gold
And the cold hearts that bare no souls
Will fold and fall
Like burdens of us all

Try to move on stay strong
Keep on breaking walls that hold us back
When in war attack
Less than that would mean to settle
Not try to make life better
Just dreams of better days forever
When there could be more
Right from the door
We could fly
Use our third eye
And believe that we can achieve greateness

Forget the faithless that try to hate us
For dreaming
As we stay struggling
They stay scheming on those that have not
They keep the block hot
Brothers stay getting shot
Over something stupid
With their loose lips
Make excuses to load clips
And unload hits
No longer days of bold fists
Or man to man, women to women
Just gun in hand and drug demand

The story must be told
It dont have to be glitter and gold
You need to dream instead of scheme
’cause the schemin’s getting to old

I think it’s very health…

I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.

-Oscar Wilde

New Beginnings

I was born with no sense of direction of course. I also think I was born to save lives. I reason with fear, comply with my heart and do it all over again. Is a beautiful world fill with malice. Crowded streets during the day. Opaque effect during the evening. I try to not let it rush me but time goes by too quickly to keep up. All in all, August is surely coming and I have dreams of exploring my dear city New York.

Peace&Love!!

Like water for chocolate

It was ideal,

tongue ties and hands held in between lost time.

I asked to be given one more day to make up for slots that eventually turn to nothing.

Soo, I asked for one more day again.

I rushed to his heart like a tsunami looks to expand and take over just to please nature.

In all wrong, sweet words couldn’t make up for more than 1/2 of what could have been gained 1/2

that year ago. Como las olas, el desaparecio. El corazon de chocolate se mantuvo al minimo sin

entender las experiencias de mis perspectiva. Aun, uno no puede ser tan bueno en esta vida. 

It was ideal,

wants became likes and the taste was incredibly immense in false shares.

I dint pretend,

I loved you for you. The you, you portray to have been.

And every sunday was an unexpected love feast with a bad mix of excuses and a questionable fix.

I was hoping to be better of with you, but you proved to be better of alone.

Entiendo que no podemos mesclar nuestras esperanzas. Yo soy mas madura y mas pura. 

Como el agua para chocolate desintegrado.

-Kat Garcia

City Of Walls

This video inspire me to write this piece:

To top it of, my love for you is prohibited by days left in original gold rush.
A wakefield of inhabited malpractice and indirect lines to verses of hadn’t sold love.
To want to do soo much more but, it wasnt good enough for an up and coming not soo thick to cranium thinking.

Longevity skips pages because fear rules in pavement when in search for given hopes and only one chance to scream when streets knock you off your feet.
My size 4 feet, seated to plead north in a filmpress like wordpress to soak up octobers rush.
In transit codes when narrow hook noses want to rescue my scent to crosstown; in no turnin back down to a wizard of oz place where we jus simply robots.
Not lions or crows or a cute dog to take home. Home is not a home to false statements or questionin his rise to put bread in their mouths.
Salutes to the red white and blue for makein him poor. A poor misdirection to head west. Close roads are concious block from our actions and irrelevant opions where a stop sign doesn’t exist.
Shoestrings from both end can keep us in tacked. Matterfact, I want to keep you closer like sandpaper to plaster a renown reinvented chapter to chapters.

Lets re-define normal instead of getting away.Soo, never say never cause I need you like this audience needs Allah. Toasting an oppose to a pre-eminent urban emity like a glove never to slip up.
Matterfact, I want you to slide through. Varieties of crime when hearts before the previous life never took a hike from distractions.
We can make it work though nerves can be jus for moments of splurgs and typical to feeling lost.
I’ll wait on turns, though it huts to lose time. But I’m trying. But, the sky is falling and I’m falling right along.

-Kat Garcia

And be free

Is jus the facts of life

I’d let you turn right when my left holds common ground

soo hold on tight

I wont allow these savages find you in the wrong

is never too late to turn your back around and be free

up is where i want to be

my parade of smiles is for gods lingering thoughts

I lead

you follow

and lets jus laugh

and be free.

 

-Kat Garcia