Hills of NorthEast LA,

Burgeoning now with verdant colors,

Pot-marked by teetering homes,

The feral are yet left in you.

Where I chased centipedes,

And fled youthful folly.

Meeting the sky in defiance,

Pushing the hawks into infinity.

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  1. Thanks Julio, beautiful photo and an equally beautiful poem. I’m going to concentrate on both and get in some Eastside style meditation,

  2. I meditate to escape the confines of binary thought processes and I can do that with or without tequila.

    Other drugs may work better but sobriety is best.

  3. Mr. Unapologetic* Troll…those are things within the confines of binary thought processes. They assume that your wife, your kids, and the events around you are NOT you; which is simply not the case. But that’s for another post!

  4. Unapologetic Troll
    January 13th, 2010 | 2:48 pm

    I didn’t know real L.A. Eastsiders meditate, I thouught mediatation was for “over-stressed”, yupies, hipster sand west-siders living on their trust fund.

    When I want to “meditate”, I have a couple of shots of Patron.


    Yeh, drinking Patron definitely sets you apart from the hipsters. Hipsters never drink Patron…

  5. Unapolgetic Troll
    January 13th, 2010 | 9:33 pm

    I don’t need to “escape the confines of binary thought processes”, I have real problems like screaming kids, over-due bills and a nagging wife.


    Those are the problems you know of. What you don’t know is that you’re also irresponsible with money, an alcoholic, and a sexist. If anyone should try meditation, it’s you. You need it more than any hipster or east side Chicano.

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