Relax for a breath, then again into the sea
Massive swells
Threat of capsizing
Brace
Take it head on
Don’t turn your bow
There’s nowhere to run
Don’t succumb
Don’t take on water
From the blue above, to the dark blue under
Relax for a breath, then again into the sea
Massive swells
Threat of capsizing
Brace
Take it head on
Don’t turn your bow
There’s nowhere to run
Don’t succumb
Don’t take on water
From the blue above, to the dark blue under
I may have posted in the past year about trying to get my foot in the door of the skateboarding industry, and I’m here to tell you I haven’t given that up. I did a paid campaign before the holidays to give away a free deck, and handed out a few more besides. Most recently I’ve come up with a brand I’ll be trademarking soon, and I’m officially putting Lucas B. Melo on as my first sponsored skater. He hails from Brazil and practices freestyle. With some luck, hard work, and support, the aim is to get him into some AM level contest. The ultimate goal is to create an avenue for underprivileged skaters to not only participate in skating, but potentially thrive and make a career out of it. Lucas is the first to set out on that journey, and Brazil is the jumping off point. To make this clear, I’m on a shoe string budget. I had to move back in with my Mom, I have no nine to five as backup, and I only have a grand a month to live on, and support this project with. That support includes the salary I offered Lucas, which is the equivalent of a month’s wages in his country. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining about my personal cost, I’m complaining about the fact that I can’t afford to pay him more. A month’s wages in Brazil is only just over $200 CAD. If I could, I’d pay him a real salary, but I have rent and the like to worry about as well. It’s in light of these facts that I’m now considering a Patreon page, solely to increase what I’m able to pay Lucas, and improve the platform to lift future skaters out of poverty. I’ll be setting it up in the coming months, and while I normally refrain from asking for any kind of assistance, I would appreciate it greatly if you helped to spread the word. I’ll update here with details leading up to the launch, between the usual torrents of mediocre free verse. Thank you for bearing with me, I realize this was a long and rambling affair.
Warm regards,
J. C. Lloyd
I don’t know why I keep this up
It’s only for myself
Nobody cares for me
And I care for no one else
My personal hell, laid out on the page
People take a glance, then carry on their way
So many days
So many years I’ve invested
Always in the red
One sided transactions
I set myself aside
I take pride in my detachment
Compartmentalize
Turn my eyes within
Analyze
Demystify
Unbiased perspective
Harsh judge
Knows the outs and the ins
Every transgression
Verdict served
Recommending corrections
Trails of light that you follow
Streetlamps line the path
Will you stay the line, or will you stray into the black?
There’s no backtracking
The way dissolves behind
Forward into happenstance
Chance and your designs
Find balance, strive for adaptivity
Harmonious, self synchronicity
I suppose I’m here for the wrong reasons, as I often am
Despondency runs deep
I have my motivations
Not common place
I’ve always stood apart
Hard to figure out, despite my open heart
I’m abstract art
Impression of a man
Strange figure
Marred by misinterpretation
The news has made the rounds now
Sirens sounding
Shrill despair
Fear was in the dooryard
Now it’s coming up the stairs
Careless politicians
Greasing gears of war
When it comes to economics, there’s nothing they like more
I’ve concluded that I need something half decent to record audio with. The old dictaphone I’ve been using just doesn’t sound great, no matter how much I manipulate it in post. Even the microphone in my camera is terrible. Those are my gripes for the day.
On the bright side of things, I made some more progress with the whole freestyle skating endeavor. I miss downhill, but learning something new is cool. Here, take a look at what I’ve been up to today.
The cold rain falls
Wind whips it helter skelter
Change of seasons upon us
Still caught in the grips of winter
March comes hither
In like a lion
Roaring, clawing at windows
Best take shelter
Then, out like a lamb
Strange days on a northern strand
Hollow words to fill the gaps
Passing time on dreary days
The wind howls
Soon comes the rain
Wash away the signs of winter
Look ahead to spring
Birds, bugs, flower buds, all the greener things