Jonathan Patrick Lamas

Piano under a full moon light

A soft, gentle breeze 

Waves breaking below

And I played music through the night

Alone, echoing through the halls

My life, alive through note

Each and every moment, relived

The ultimate journey

The joy…

It was 1997 when I last walked along the golden shore of Ventura Beach
I remember it vividly, within my mind
As though it happened only yesterday

Early morning, as the waves rolled in
Alone with thoughts on my mind…

The tower, it was ours, long before this came to be

And here we are now, again…

Who says you can’t always be?

We have, you know?

For so long now, through the ages

My best friend

My confidant

Always…

The first rain of spring has arrived

A cooling of the earth after a warm spring day

Falling fast, falling slow

The sound of rain hitting the street below

And the occasional sound of thunder in the backdrop

A gentle…

Rain feel from the dark sky, cold and hard, down my face, and past my eyes, like cold, lonely tears. There’s something I Love about walking in the rain, late night, down these city streets. There’s something magical about the…

The fresh, crisp air, and the deep clear sky 

Not a star to be missed, as the leaves fall to the ground 

And the trees sway in the gentle wind 

I know that I’ve seen this before 

So fall is…

I can hear the waves, crashing below

Perched here, upon this cliffside

A roaring fire, soon to die out

The distant flames of the past echo out into the darkness

And me, here, with my paperback “Walden”

Emerson would be…

The cool, evening breeze, whispered softly through my open bedroom window. Although I had become accustomed to its presence, its peaceful effect had not faded with time. Like one of the few things in life that is true, I had…

Spring’s First Rain 

The first rain of spring has arrived

A cooling of the earth after a warm spring day

Falling fast, falling slow

The sound of rain hitting the street below

And the occasional sound of thunder in the…

It’s been 25 years since Sanctuary of Expression was first published, and 28th & 7th Ave. remains one of my most personal reflections. In those early days, I often explored the city at night—drawn to its rhythm, its quiet…