Friday, July 30, 2010

ready to love?

even her sweater tied around her waist. Ipod blasting top 40, from the 90's. To me she was just a dirty backpacker on the skytrain heading home, probably somewhere in cloverdale. To him... 
"Is that rock-climbing gear?" 
Tan-lined dude with a cliche tattoo looks behind his seat at her. She looked like my dog whenever I come home. (Standing at the far end of the living room, calm, but jumps at the second I walk towards him) She eagerly waited for his response. He went off about his job and worksite before he pulled out his phone to take a call. 
Thats when I stopped paying attention. For a second. 
She opened her backpack and pulled out.. lip gloss. She quickly applied it, looking at her reflection on the window that played hide and seek with her in the sunlight. She glanced at me once. And I looked at her. 
She was, Her running shoes were torn. Her skin was glazing like the krispe kreme that ashed the side of her mouth a bit. Her hair wore in pigtails. I still thought she was a dirty backpacker. But when the dude got off the phone and turned to talk to her.. 
And she smiled. And it was, beautiful. (At that moment I thought that word was a major understatement) She missed her stop. I don't know if to prolong their conversation but he walked right out of the train with no "nice to meet you" or "have a good day". She rode past him, lip glossed and tappin' her foot to her music. She got off at the next stop and waited for the next train going the other direction. Before the doors closed i heard her voice.. "Nice day huh?" .. I looked up to see her conversing with another dude.. 

She's not desperate for love.. she's willing. - God is love

Let's try

and do a lot less talking. So we have more time to smile. - God is Love

Thursday, July 29, 2010

"Why don't we

start being ourselves, instead of trying to think of ways to not be like everyone else. Trust me, there is noone, like you" - DB - God is Love

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Strength Test

“Lean on me..” As the world spins and time passes. The solutions to lifes difficulties will always trace back to the simplest of things. Lean on me. How easy is that? 
“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness” - 2 Corinthians 12:9
How easy is that? How simple is the word of the Lord. But how difficult is it for us to trust? In John 16:33 Jesus assured us we’d have trouble in this world. We all know that. We all go through “shit”. And God has prepared us a bottle of “God’s Secret Stuff”(laugh if you’ve watched space jam). 
In the movie Space Jam, the Tune Squad is beat down by the Monstarz and at the half Bugz gives all of them this bottle of water that says “Michaels Secret Stuff”. And it’s really just water, but they believe that this bottle of water is some super strength formula that makes them play better. And they do. Think of that bottle of water as 2 Corinthians 12:9. Reading it, it’s like, “Whoa, God has guarunteed me his grace and power, I can totally do this”. But sometimes we falter, like the Tune Squad when they “ran out” of the Secret Stuff. And we're lost again looking for some more of that placebo, but it’s just God’s way of testing our inclination to depend on His strength. Small strength, allows room for His power. It’s his strength test. As painful as it is. But he is not testing us on our own strength, he’s testing our strength to depend on him. It’s more than a lesson of tolerance. It’s a lesson in endurance, a lesson on dependence. 
How small is my strength. 
When we are we weak, He is strong. - God is Love

I miss xanga. haha. 

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

need to know basis

Had a couple homies in the beginning, but all this kickin' is too expensive. Reason I had to leave was so I could get, get it cause all this sittin' 'round ain't gettin' me shit. I've never seen a 4 figures in bank until I left so I'ma keep workin' til I see 5. 6. 7. So don't be givin' me shit bout how I ain't chillin cause the fact of the matter is, I grew up. 

And for the haters, well. I got none but if I do, I do thank you much. I'ma keep it straight even though all you hate my guts. Even moreso cause the Lord know that I love a challenge, so smile? Please. Take a bow. 

I guess this ones for the ex's I guess all my work paid off? huh? On the bright side your exit was the best shit involved. huh. Used to chase me but I realized ya'll just couldn't keep up.

For the kids in church, oh boy do ya'll make me smile. make me smile, make me smile. The only thing keepin' me sane in this cold summer. I love ya'll, I love ya'll. 

I know I sound angry but really I'm just thankful. That I had learned to leave what ain't right behind. And put what I need in my life in the forefront. Cause I'm movin' on. I'm movin' on. I'm movin UP. 

And that's all there is to know. - God is Love

Sunday, July 25, 2010


What am I doin'? What am I doin'? Am I the only one in this recession that doesn't care about money? Everybody 'round me always talkin' 'bout money. How they don't have enough, how they need more, that we can't live without money. 
money, money, money. 
I don't need it. Am I dreaming out loud? Am I being too unrealistic? My parents say I'm selfish. For not wanting money. People say I'm greedy for having too much. Why am I shoppin' in the sale section? But I feel guilty when I want finer things. 
More money more problems. Less money, more problems. 
I'm livin'  no money, well, no problem. I got a wallet full of trust, pocket full of love.. God never put me through this to bound me, it's just Cash Rules Everyone Around Me. - God is Love 

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

“Know your Man-ners”

I shelled out 3 quarters of my bank account. 60 bucks. I had planned on using that money for gas but I guess I could survive w/o my car. I’ve been doing so for the past, half a year already. With 30 dollars in my pocket I felt, less of a man. Because I couldn’t support myself, support the girl, support my empty gas tank. I still owe my uncle 300 dollars. Which I will pay back. When I get my next paycheque. I handed him the 60 dollars and I saw a dinner for two, a cruise down beach street and an angry parent in those 20 dollar bills.. 
“I don’t care about the money. I’m just teaching you responsibilty. I’m just teaching you how to be a man” 
We all think we have to come to a certain standard in order to be eligible. As a Christian I used to think.. Aw man, I did this and I did that.. I can’t talk to God now. I gotta go out and change my life and do some good deeds and then I’ll be ready to talk to him. But that’s not what God wants us to do. He wants us to ome to Him, for guidance, and for security because that’s what He’s there for. He’s there to breathe us life, when we’re choking on our own understandings. 
It’s not the size of our wallet, or our ability to ensure security. It’s being able to recognize our faults as people and owning up to our responsibilities in finding a solution. Noone is ever in too deep to ask for help. When you think you’re being a pussy... you’re actually being a man. - God is Love

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

What was mine

is now yours. - God is Love

Monday, July 19, 2010

Barroso: GROUNDERS from Donnel Barroso on Vimeo.

A regular fam jam with the kids. - God is Love

Notes to self

I didn't think I'd get thrown another one this fast. But if God believes I can handle this, then I'm glad He does. Well, with great power, comes great... responsibility. There are never failures, only lessons. - God is Love

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Sore Loser

I never want to lose focus of why I'm doing what i'm doing. I am very stubborn in my art. If there's something that stops me from doing exactly what I need for my art, I need to get rid of it. I don't ever want to lose the the simplicity of it. And complicate myself with plans and organization. I don't believe in finishing the unfinished.. I believe in the moment. And I have to live in that moment.. and when it's passed, I can't ever go back. That's why I spend 8 hours in a day to shoot and edit a 1 minute film.. because I want to hug the shit out of that moment and squeeze it 'til it can't breathe... and exhales through when it's finished. I can't plan an old couple holding hands on the seawall, I can't organize a flash mob on granville street.. I just gotta live through it.. live in it. I never want to lose it. - God is Love 

Monday, July 12, 2010

Man, I love my team

Nonducor: Art Attack Day from Donnel Barroso on Vimeo.

I think when people reach a certain level they start to become less real. Less human. As if they can’t act like they were in a highschool classroom just ‘cause they’re makin’ stacks now. Makin’ deals. Ringin’ bells ‘cross the city. Nah. Oh yeah, that’s right, we’re doing, we. And we’re, real. I love my team. - God is Love

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Still Got It

She had stopped playing playground games with me. I used to chase her down slides and 'cross monkey bars. She had stopped. She had quit for quite some time. I had kept playing. Swinging as high as I could, to try and get over. I played games like, tetherball.. hung upside down 'til my nose bled and every possible game I could play with myself. But that slide was made wide enough for two. It was getting dark, I needed to leave. And then she hit me. 
With a rock. 
They always says that when a boy hits a girl, it just means he likes her. What does it mean when it's the other way? I stared at her at the far end of the playground. She had picked up another rock, and was massaging it through her fingers behind her leg like a major league pitcher. I threw one back at her, way past her. She never flinched. She smiled. 
We swang,, we climbed, we hung. We ran, we hid. we found, each other. It was dark. I couldn't even see her face under the streetlights. I asked her, "Where did you go?".. and she said.. 
"You're it" 
We chased the moon away. And she came the next day to the playground and I asked her "What do you want to play?".. She said .. "Grounders" 
And I haven't touched the ground since. 
- God is Love

Saturday, July 10, 2010


Wiz Khalifa - UP from TJ Regan on Vimeo.

My eyes only get low before we fall asleep. My goodness I hate this cellphone, that sits in between my fingers and filters fantasy, and what could be, real. She says..
"stop, I'm cravin" 
But I'm addicted. And I'm faded into my pillow and my ceilings lookin' pretty high. The way she's talkin' got me feelin' like I'm walkin' on it. I inhale through her texts, exhale through mine. I smoke her through to sunrise. Wake and bake when she wake up. I'm high all day... 
and UP when I see her. She's my drug dealer. - God is Love

Friday, July 9, 2010

Successful to Launch

Last night, the gang brought it back to "Empire Thursdays" at Barcelona. If you haven't checked out the new site, well, you should, because.. it ain't gon' be that way forever. 
I thank God everyday for the lives of these folks and the genius they all possess. Truly, a bond for life. - God is love

Monday, July 5, 2010

Because the stars are out

Every 6 or 7 seven centuries I like to do, covers. Here’s this centuries. Thanks. 
- God is Love

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Escuchela, la ciudad respirando

"So much on my mind that I can’t recline, blastin’ holes through the night ‘til she bled sunshine
Breathe in
Inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out
Weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient matin’ call
I can’t take it ya’ll
I can feel the city breathin’, chest heavin’ 
Against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving" - Blackstarr

- God is Love