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Meeting Elmo On The Train

Meeting Elmo on the train

What is it about Elmo that excites you? Nothing. In my case at least. It is probably SpongeBob that excites me more. Way more. That is like saying exciting excites me. The trains also excite me. I think. BART excites me. Except when I feel I am about to be eaten by creepy people.

So here I met Elmo. Hi Elmo! On the Bay Area Rapid Transit [BART] train to San Francisco. What a happy personality he has! This is the Bay Area, so the destinations are aplenty. Or more than the turns on Sesame Street. The Bay Area Rapid Transit [BART] will take you to San Francisco. And to Richmond. And to Berkeley. And also back to where I boarded this train: Pleasant Hill.

Where is Elmo going? Oh who knows. Or who cares. In an area where many things happen, Elmo could be going to eat Thai food. Or meet his gay lover. Or become the new spokesperson for the National Rifle Association. Or he may be on the train simply to meet me and be featured on my site. Not sure. Many people react differently to the strange things happening on trains. I wonder if I was being ignored by others on this day, because of taking pictures of a red creature who needed to hold onto the seat in order to look at me sitting in the seat behind him.

Maybe they were scared of being eaten by the creepy Elmo and his photographer.

When? Taken July 6th, 2009, at 4:20pm. Somewhere between Pleasant Hill and San Francisco on BART, probably around Orinda. I don’t remember: I was busy thinking of more pictures.

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“Paint the World in My Blood.”

BesZ Fall. Paint the world in my blood. by Bes Zain - Night Series - 3rd

Here, I am,
falling like a fallen page,
Where, I am,
thinking inside this modern cage,

This, is my,
world of dreams and real fantasy.
This, is how,
my world is full of reality.

But, I don’t see,
how I can think of me,
when I am here,
asking my shadow “what do I feel?”

The world is too bright,
tone it a bit down for me to see,
the world is so dark,
paint it up for me to feel.

So take my breath,
take it and help it help me heal,
and paint the world,
in my blood so I can finally see.

“Pain the world in my blood.” 3rd in Night Series. In Pleasant Hill, California. May 8th, 1:12am. On TwitPic.com/BesZ. On Twitter.com/BesZ. On Flickr


“Realization.”

Realization - by Bes Zain - Night Series

Is this life? Maybe it is.
What is my life? The meaning I miss.
All these thoughts. Those may be it.
All those thoughts. These maybe it.

Time to realize? I do not know.
What to realize? I really want to know.
Blame me for everything. I think I know.
Do not care about me. Even my shadow knows.

Why am I thinking. What to think about me?
Why am I realizing. Anything to wonder about me?
Is this thinking? A process to be free?
Or is it realizing, a process to be me?

Realize in the night. Thoughts are everything?
Thoughts are finishing me off. Thoughts are the only thing?
Do I need thoughts? Then, am I still alive?
Are thoughts a way to finish off thoughts to know I’m still alive?

During the day, always a listening robot.
During the night, always an ignored trot.
During the day, hiding and waiting for it to finalize.
For the night, to start to think. To start to realize.

“Realization.” 2nd in Night Series. In Pleasant Hill, California. May 8th, 1:11am.


“Thoughts.”

Thoughts. Bes Zain. Night.

Thoughts. They just start.
Where. Where do I start.
Sit. Sit and think.
Think. Think about the thoughts.

Why is that. Is that even there.
Why did she. Is she even here.
Why am I. Am I even here.
Why does it. Is it even there.

Relax. Just close your eyes.
Think. The thoughts in your eyes.
Senses. Think without senses.
Try. Jump the thought fences.

Think. Think of it all.
Balance. Try to balance your fall.
Why. Try to find sense in it all.
Think. Think of it all.

“Thoughts.” 1st in Night Series. In Pleasant Hill, California. May 8th, 1:15am.