Plenty

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You don't believe there's enough love in the world?
There is plenty.
You don't think you have anything to give,
You have plenty.

Not pretty enough, not rich enough?
Life a bit down, making it rough?
Feel in your heart, you just can't go on?
This is the year of twelve - twenty
There is plenty.

Open your heart to a new dawn.

Do you look around and see devistation?
Hatred in numbers, a gross accumulation?
Do you wallow in doubt, fear and frustration?
Rise above yourself, you'll find jubilation.

There is plenty.
Enough to go 'round
You are your own creator, your own cognoscenti
Eliminate the moaning, and whining selfish sound.
Plenty. THINK Plenty!

The judgments, the trials
the calculations and rivals.
The comparison to Harrison,
and all his beguiles.

You have it too, I know you do
The creator is abundantly,
Living inside you.

Think greater than yourself,
Look for every little blessing;
From the sand beneath your feet,
to the Turkey and his Dressing. 

It's the little things that count,
When you add them up, they begin to surmount
The miracles and wonders, will pour from above
from within you, you will feel the Love.

From Darkness to Light

In all my days, 
amounting past eight,
I watched, I listened,
I cleaned my plate.

I took, I grew
I became who I am
I fell off the deep end,
Rose back up again.

I am who I am
Because she IS
From darkness to light,
I've become all of this.

In this skin I live,
I have seen so many lives,
Mystery and suspense,
wonder and surprise.

I share, I know now
As that's the only true trick
the rest is just static,
That will leave you sick.

I'd like to give to you,
as she has given to me,
The birth, the beginning
of something we can't begin to see.


If you open your mind,
If you open your heart,
The world will bestow upon you
The beginning to a new start.

The Horny Bastard

I roam this great land,

in search of cooler sands,

Charged the huge, great wide divide

In search of life, in which I can not hide.

This is who I am, this is what I do

I stick out like a soar thumb,

But then, of that you always knew.

I speak in tongue tied wales, screetching and grunting

Crushing the snales.

I’m bigger than you’ve ever imagined,

Gentle is not a thing I can fathom.

You might call it a stigma, this mark of the beast

It gets me into trouble, yet allows me to feast

Intimidation rules, when I charge - all out

But it’s not really “me”, yet it’s what they make it about.

I’m just a sweet, humble guy

A vegetarian even,

I get hot very easily,

Hence an obvious heathen!

Look past what you see,

This grey, that’s a part of me

You want me to smile big,

Well that’s the sort of thing you just can’t fix.

The Ultimate Balancing Act

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The poor man who makes himself, replete

Who bows down before his master,

kisses gently, his feet;

Shows his affection in glorious ways,

Makes himself whole,

For all of his days. 

To what power do we give;

This indignity of the material

Sights and sounds, 

appalling virginity of the ethereal. 

Oh the smell of perfumed skin

The taste of truffles, muscles of men

The sounds of techno, thumping in the ears

Ecstasy rushing, through the vein of all fears.

Illusions of grandeur, temporary fulfillment 

Painted pictures of vivid images, 

the psyche can't forget.

So what of that, the ultimate of sacrifice 

Giving up all our woes, all of our vice. 

Balancing "cautiously", the  Ninety nine percent of life, 

When the ultimate blessing,

Is choosing Light,

in lieu of all strife.  

I'M

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I'm narsasistic

optimistic,

I'm plagued by the Light.

I'm sexy & self-loathing;

stoic,

frozen by my fright.

I'm hopeless, helpful

haphazardly

I'm naturally, natural

careless and free.

Though careful

(around you)

not to say what you don't want me to say.
If over your head, it flew
I'll explain in whole, in an easy way.

I observe all the details,

make notes of every fail

I pray everyday,
and protect from going stale. 

You like me?

You like what you see?

I hope that it's ok

to pretend for me to be me.

In Defense of The Spoken About Man

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I hear what you say,
I'm not sure I agree.
but I'll just sit here
and let my judgements run free.

I can't defend him,
for else reasons why you'd contend
your feathers, ruffled in a bunch
and throwing arrows of pretend.

What you don't understand,
I can't just "say" to you,
It's a matter of tearing apart
the false from the true.

It's now up to me, to stick my head up - proclaim
that those arrows you point in his direction,
are all your own blame.
It's my responsibility to defend him now,
Litigating his right, he doesn't even know how.

You,
talking behind his back.
You,
blowing up smack
You,
Creeking your neck,
You,
Concealing your lack.

I'd rather not hear,
what your opinion hails
in defense of the battle
it's just one big fail.

The (Last) Hanging

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I like knowing where I'm at,
I appreciate the circumference of a tailspin gone flat.
I fidget and fawn,
Like a stealthy pawn,
Calculating nothing,
But the moves I've got wrong.

This tree is made for hanging,
A noose around it's neck,
Left swinging in the wind,
On this beautiful day, a-wreck.

I pulsate, I contemplate
I seize the moment fast,
Those old experiences of what has been done,
Are cause to say "at last" !

That tree, to me
Is like the burning bush
Begging me to leave behind,
Let go of
The swine within, and it's grotesque push.
Left carved without a spine.

Do you have the guts, the balls to hang himself?
Can you leave him here, with all his wealth,
Roasting out to dry,
An Apple in his mouth and carrots in his eye.

It's now or never, get sworded up
Strength is in the redeemer,
Requiring a move, abrupt.

But you won't, will you
You'll even have mercy for the wicked shrew
You'll let him perpetuate,
Until you choose.
Pull the cord on that noose.

BowTied

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Packaged nicely, my neck
The gateway from thought into action
The tunnel to manifest, "What the heck"
The bridge between possibility
And actuality,
Not to be taken as futility.

That's why I treat it well,
Tie it up with a nice little bow-
Like the turtles protective shell,
Those two little loops let you know;

This is the new heart.

The vav to bring down the light,
Make believe in something that wasn't there last night
Treated like a gift to unwrap,
Like a shoe to keep together,
Those two little hoops
Protecting from whatever your weather,
and all the storms of troops!

My neck, should not be the model for a noose
Sacrifice, slaughter or whatever martyr you so choose.
Celebrate, those special features
Where my characters become real live creatures!

I Imagined

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I imagined the world, tilted towards the light

The names and faces, of all those who fight

For the change, to be all they can be

And for that moment of moments,

When we'll all be set free.

I imagned that look, as I glanced in the mirror

All of a sudden, it all seemed much clearer

That person standing there, wasn't afraid anymore

Fear dissolved into love, washed ashore.

I imagined the moment, I let go of the past

When I stopped dwelling in droves, of "what I did last"

Blessed for great experiences, too many to count

But the real blessing is NOW, thats what I found out.

Been there, done that

I wrote the book, AND sold the rights

It's out of my control,

it time to move to greater heights.

I feel

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I feel like it's the last time,

I feel like it's the first time,

I feel like - in no time,

the roof will collapse.

Willing to go the extra mile,

scrub the grout from every tile.

You think "Wow, it's been a while.."

then all of you, devoured into relapse.

Trapped, within the glass box

the human aquarium, as strangers take stock

illiterate to the spectators, as they talk

All they can do, is pick up the pieces of the scraps.

I work so hard,

I rummage and pill

I fight to the death,

insomnia's will.

Feeling inertia tipping her toes,

creeping up on me,

holding onto my woes,

in fain, I welcome her demise,

cheering her on,

what gives, any longer

is worth the prize, for long.

I feel like it's my testament

I feel like the road is all that's meant

I feel like there is no finish line ahead

I feel like I am fighting for scraps of bread.

I feel...

I feel ...

I feel ...

I too, superman, am made of steel.

Loli-B, Not for Me!

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Don't tell me where I'm going, before you can see what i can do,
This plan b bullshit
Isn't meant for me,
maybe you.

You wanna know, I do too
What it might look like, something new.
A path to peruse
That brings me round,
To That "make other plans"
score
a whole new sound.

Yet, as far as this eye can see
It's just eternal desert sands.

Maybe i'd be a stay at home mom,
I've always wanted that,
Raise my three kids,
In a Portland flat.
Learn to fly, prop airplane
Who knows, the way the wind blows...
Could take me to insane.

Could take me to heaven,
Sitting' up in my attic
Sewing up a maven,
Couture looks for the bible
Wives
Under my veil,
Concealing all my lies.

You'd never know,
The greatness of me,
Or maybe it's a ploy to get
Me to believe
'turn a different corner
Walk a new path
But I fear all those,
Who lay in my wrath.

I could.
I should.
I might
I won't

I'd give it all up,
If just once I could know.

Burning The Boat, 101

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If you set off to seek another land,

In search of an island, of all your own sand,

You plot and plan, your expedition there,

Then you arrive on time, with all your scare

As "reality" sets in,

You feel your heart poundin' "what've ya gotten yourself into?"

"how'll ya figure out what'ver to do"

Then in the moment of panic, you remember where you came from

Whilst that wasn't YOUR paradise,

It might be for some.

You second guess yourself, "maybe it wasn't so bad"

Then you get on the boat to settle for what you had.

And that's the cycle,

you spin yourself 'round

If there's a back up plan,

You can bet it'll be found.

The only way, to insure

Success

Is to burn the boat,

change your dress.

Don't look back,

Fight the fury

The only way to win the case,

Is to BECOME the jury.

Evol-ve

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I evolve
Not a victim of growing old,
And not stuck in the track of youth-on-hold
I Evlove
the drug, the fountain of dew
The pot that keeps me at heart,
Indispensable to the free-radical part,
and pesticides.
Rich in neo-peptides
Learned today that Vitamin E,
Makes your frame, lame
Bones into drones
Your skin will look great,
Sitting on the plate.
So...
I evolve.
It may not.
What do you do?
Feel like the earth is on a rusty axle?
Free will on Paxil?
It's 32 but feels like 12
Climate change,
Living hell?
Evolve
Thought patterns, on the downward spiral
No Screeching halt,
As the tweets gone viral.

It's Me Again.

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We've all been right here before,
This meeting, of the souls
Who were you, what was your role
Who was I?
How'd it unfold.
You wanna ask,
But why again?
Why in this way, do we meet again?
What's the price to pay, what's the souls correct
Were you my love, or some mate I begat?
Another time, another place
I hope this go round,
we begin to erase
The curse, for the cure
The here and now,
Where we've been before
A lesson in how.

You. Egos.

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Please tell me how great,
You feel
When you need to tell me how great I am,
How I find myself in situations where you make me feel better than I am.

I'm not in need of the constant stroking,
The "please don't breath too close to me" poking
Feeling inflated to the n'th degree
When I go home, the mirrors all I see.

What's with it?
This forced perception of my so called need,
The time honored stigma of stardom
Where you alleviate your woes to constantly Feed
Egos.

Apparent Transparency

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Apparent Transparency
Bedazzled & fancy,
A place at the table
Where no fools, feel the peace
Sight insatiable, ready and able.
A primordial kind of sleaze.

Steele strings strum as guitars sing songs, with flair
Keep your stirrups down and your hands up in the air.

This ain't my first time at the rodeeo,
Beverly bills, rhinestone plasty
a walk down the line, of fancy credo
Veto the will of any man who dares call this life
"neato"

Apparent transparency
I see right through,
Feel the lack
Of the scars that don't bruise.
Unarmed man,
With battle wounds,
Any moment;
Redemption from doom.

This is the way it goes,
You hit rock bottom,
With all it's blows
Woes wilt within the brush,
Transformation into paradise,
Becomes your crush.

Apparently transparency
Is all its cracked up to be,
Been there done that,
What has been, happens to thee
To us, to all.
No-one is exempt from the inevitable fall.

The Train to Where?

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A one way train,

somewhere back in time
high speed chase,
Leading you blind.

Cross dissolve, an orbital abyss,
Jump start your journey, with a hit of absinthe
Grab hold, the wild ride
A journey to the flip-upside.

I've been here before,
Know the lights are flickering.
At the end of the tunnel,
voice inside- bickering,
Snickering for your approval,
Throwing caution to the wind,
At any moment,
This car could ascend.

A feeling null, whole and void
not a time to think,
As galaxies collide.
Put down your weapons,
of mass obstruction
If someone doesn't hate you,
Your full of corruption.

We've bought in to the illusion,
That right now the throne is bare,
But in the kingdom of light,
You get your fair share.

Folk You

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Absent minded, you think you've me pegged down
Running in circles, like a circus clown.
Broken down and beat up,
dirty elbows rubbed
Turning tables in tired clubs.

Wedged in between romance and abandonment,
Wearing the badge, called humble vagrant.
Finding angels is heaven, the groove in the love.
This is my song, fits me like a glove.

This is what I mean,
Don't make it more than it seems,
I play the chord, pull the strings
Tap the instrument
Oh what bliss it brings!

F o l k y o u.

Folk you very very much,
A way of life, if you think as much

I'm sitting here, not a dime to spare

But rich with light,
Nothing else compares.

I weasel my way through the promised land,

Bow my head, feet in the sand
Stay bundled up, dry my feet
Charm the ladies,
Wrangle the street.
What you do for love, ya know

The price you charge

Let it flow
'Cuz the payoff is large
Fill my tank every 'morn,
The dame beside me, keeping' me warm.

All I need to get through the day,
Write a song or two,
Help pave the way.

F o l k y o u

Folk you very, very, much
don't need the fame, you think I do

Just wanna play my GEEE-TAR, Sing my tunes.
Don't need to be a star,
My fading soon, youth
Music to me;

The only truth.

*This piece is inspired by the film I am currently working on called "Inside Llewyn Davis" Written and Directed by The Coen Brothers and Starring Oscar Issac, Justin Timberlake & Carrey Mulligan. Due out later this year.


Reasoning In Cinematic Self-Projections

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Chaotic consciousness
Spun into reflections
Blaming god for all our shortcomings and indiscretions.

Grumbling nonsense about
What could have been, what might be.
Easy to belt the song,
"I'm better than he"
When we go round and round
The music masked in screeching sound,
Pictures spinning on the overhead screen, projected
To have the best of us end up
On the editing room floor,
Neglected.
Rejected.

Charisma won't count, towards the crouching tiger
Silently awaiting a meeting with the wiser.
A fighter, in the war on demise,
Staying afloat, as the floods arise.

Yours, ours, whatever our determination
The script is up, for any adaptation.

Manipulation of Light

Manipulation.

Strangulation of pictures and possessions,

Of past, obsessions.

A splinter of time,

From bygones ago,

Inspire us

To dive-in and tread with woah.

Attention to detail,

With every shadow

Nailed to the glow

Out of frame, hung very low.

Stale contrast, eliminated

whilst time is passed

Syncopated.

Intoxicated by excitement,

Rocked by the racket of

Entanglement.

I wonder if we all were there,

Past lifetimes

Trapped, trying to get out

So we've come back

To make due

What we could not then peruse.

It's our duty, our obligation

Manipulating light

Frame by frame, note by note

Making it right.

Style, in story

Carefully executed

Hearing pictures, seeing glory

page to film, reality uprooted.

Unconscious Liberation

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Turn the page, on a new era
a new day, a new game
tomorrow will bear with it, a brand new ring.
A new sound, I will create
opening up my heart/soul in an effort to
Liberate.

Create, show him the space
the size of a needles eye,
in which anything and everything is possible
within it, all the answers to "Why?"

So WHY now?
What is it that has come to this?
at what point, did I decide upon such a wish?
It's unexplainable, it's to make no sense
a desire to take mind over matter, to jump over the fence
of limitation
of boxes that I've tried to stuff myself in,
of Perpetuation
of materials which don't allow my fins to swim.

There's enough room on the stage,
space to share the wealth.
Just thinking that there isn't,
is a challenge in itself.

What is given from above
to anyone, anywhere
is from divine love.
Including all yours, all his, all mine
bold moves and broad strokes,
leave no space unrefined.

It's now, we must remember
it all starts here.
within you,
within me,
the ultimate is clear.
This is the point in which,
evil is banished,
as it can't get its food,
leaving hate famished.

The Abyss of "Couldda, Woulddah, Shoulddah"

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I'm gonna go ...
what's the name of that thing,
that I was gonna do ...
When I get there I will know.

Wanna meet me for dinner?
Oh wait, I got caught -
into a new thought
of something that's sure to be a winner.

I'll wait.
Maybe it's just not that,
I'll put it on the back burner
fry it up in greasy fat.
That'll make it better
then maybe I'll get on it.
Or maybe not,
cause, I'm onto the next sonnet.

This is too slow,
that is too boring
this needs some work,
so it's worth ignoring.

but wait.
look around.
nothing's been done.
all those great ideas,
have come and gone,
to go back again,
to someone else,
where they can make for them a home,
and tons of wealth.

Don't let it slip,
that brilliance.
Don't hide it away-
that's not resilience.
put your mind to the test,
overcome the matter,
with staggering results
you'll collect the scatter,
the pieces of the prize,
the puzzle you'll complete,
when you take a step back,
you'll honor your greatest fete.

That is neat.


Check out the latest episode of my podcast "Paying Intention", Episode 9: "Finishing What You Start; The importance of perseverance"

Material Issues

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"A proud sponsor"
or Prolonged perplexing in alcoholic measures?
A flaunter of faux
In a world of Jersey Shore
Pleasures.

Blech!

Dolce leopard
Gucci snake
Shepherd of goods,
All lovely to take.

Litigate for these little idols.

Blurring illusions,
Under expensive shades,
Blocking the light
From its glorious rays.

Who are we/am I
To try to unwind?
The never ending cycle-
Our daily grind.

Trying to weasel,
A little short cut.
Painting temples on easels,
Talking "if's, and's and but's"

Makes one go nuts,
That's for certain.
Hurting for these 15 minutes;
Praying that the seconds,
Unquantifiable Within its
Confines.

Reality unwinds,
You make it your own.
I could be pushing beverage carts on airlines I've flown.

Blocking; The Game of Squares

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If you listen quietly you can hear the whispers of actors, singers, dancers and such;

Through the ages of times, with hopeful/hopeless dreams of so much.

Many made and many lost,
on parade, for another's cost.

That's the game, of playing in squares
Like a roulette table, all bets on the floor
All ears are soar;
From watching you, pointing fingerless stares.

I fear those lost souls who've given up it all,
theirs- their own dreams in lieu ...
What kind of grudge to they hold, watching, waiting for others,
Unravel, unfold.

So I celebrate them, release them from pain,
from enslavement, bondage and torture.
It's a scorcher this hell, appearing to have little to no gain.
But that's their drama not mine, that illusion of fright
Nor that of the many working, on the great way of white!

We include you, not exclude you.
Your history is a part of me.
Of Us.
Of We.

א / Marquis dE bobby

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I used to sit somewhere 'round here

Aleph space,

Dreams formed, clear

Park bench, velvet seats

Impossible to erase

Grasping for any free nibbly treats,

Warmth from the streets

And a lil' bit of grace.

Here I planted solid roots,

When lost in clouds of Prada boots

Above all the hype and circumstance

Where my mates, would tap toes, and sing and dance.

Broadway babies, eight times a week.

Me, a newbie, king of the street.

in Gucci armor, I'd recluse

Watch all my shows, rhythm and blues.

The globes, the oscars

A Nannie named Fran,

Id sit way up there,

Above crazy land;

Times square, down below

I found a certain kind of flow,

A sacrifice here,

ten dollars for a martini;

Was worth a lot of cheer.

The Aleph

A vortex of memories,

Creative liberties,

New folks met,

Some I regret,

Though most

From the tree

Of life.

Giving me light,

To help my leaves

Shine,

Giving me support

To turn water into wine.

Please Feed The Animals

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Hello out there, it's me in here

Behind the glass, gasping for air

You admire my coat, my fins my stare,

You tap on the glass, to make sure I'm "all there"

Oh I can swim alright,

I am the weapon with which I can fight

I don't need your approval,

Don't need your two-cents

Don't need to be placed

in recycling bins.

But please, don't forget change the water, perhaps

From time to time, these things go lapse.

Don't forget to feed me, I must beg of you dear

this job which you can give me?

of this need I am

Clear.

The Light Will Never Abandon Us

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There's a certain kind of respect, each one of us deserves

Who am I to point fingers, stomach in knots from nerves?

I have to take a back seat for a minute, put on my reading focals

If I am getting treated like this, how in my own ongoings am I treating locals?

I dont understand.

How can you say to my face -that you think I'm the next best thing-

seeing me everywhere, whistles and such, as every bell shall ring!

In ad's, on TV - even on billboards

Name in lights, cash pouring in -BY HORDES.

THEN, walk off - back to your desk in siberia

sitting there, contemplating all your deliria ?

For me then to never,

ever hear from you you again.

Abandonment, perhaps the greatest sin.

I have to take you, like I take the rest of them

With a grain of salt, thrown over the shoulder - in a whim.

Is that what I do?

I am sorry to all of those, I have treated in such disregard

As you've been sheltered in silence, from this bard.

There is only one answer, I must command

look deeper, closer, at the pebbles in the sand

dig up demons, that I have berried

Married lesser versions, far greater harried

anoint the past, of all regret

stand firm in knowing, my place will beget.

The light shall never abandon us.

Truth or Dare, Harvey ?

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The first dare I ever made, was to tell the whole truth

way back in '91, as just a dreaming youth.

MIRIMAX made waves, you and Bob at the helm

produced radical tales, beyond logical realm.

We've all grown a bit since, those original days

for starters - Hollywood, is accepting of gays

and that's a big deal, for an actor like me

because closets, are made for clothes

I'm sure, Georgiana would agree.

In the likes of your best-actor-winner, Mr. Jean Dujardin

some agent told him long ago, to forget havin'a film fan

But he proved that poor schmuck wrong, with obvious blows

now I ask him, who's on his knees kissing WHOSE toes?

That's you Harvey, Yes, you are a demi-god

someone we look up to, to makes stars out of "odd"

and you love musicals, I can't tell you how much that counts

to be in a category, where others have flounced!

Several years ago, I had the great blessing

Teaching men in Rikers jail, who weren't confessing

yet were quick to make state, "not worthy of blame"

one thing is sure, they will never be the same.

Remember that film, "The Thin Blue Line"?

quite easily responsible, for a man's moment of shine.

You don't know me yet, or maybe you do

I've sent you a few notes, on how I look up to you.

I've dreamed for years, of being Santiago

to bring Paulo's words to life, a responsibility-I know.

Perhaps that day will come, but why pigeon hole myself?

there are children that need inspiring, beyond basketball dreams of wealth.

It takes an army, to inspire great change

to give children hope, access in range

To dream, as dreamers have always done.

From humble beginnings in Queens, to all the Oscars you have won.

So I ask you again, here right now today

There is no time like the present, for my message to convey;

create a space for me, the size a' needles eye

together my friend, we can greatly imply

the minds and hearts, of souls everywhere

with pictures that do more, than offer a good stare.

In this business of show, there is no better goal

set free the souls of man, attempt to make whole

give voice to the mute, even in silent film

this is what we do, teach others to swim.

This is the time, take it all by the balls

I have no doubt our partnership, would be more than all;

the drama, the comedy, the suspense and the thrill

It would be the biggest thing ever, beyond "The Big Chill".

I'm ready when you are

'get into the groove;

to make movies

and movies that

make people move.

I beg of you here, just one cup of tea

to sit down together and just simply meet Me.

Manic

It's a Manic, Manic
Entranced in the gigantic, gigantic beyond
unclear, unfocused on what is ever so near
abscond
abscond the pond of the manic, manic moment.

It's a... it's a manic;
Manic ... world
curled between before and what's so far ahead
Manic.
you get lost, in a satanic trance
leaving you parylized, in bed
dreaming of France instead

Desire.
Realize.
The prize has all gone ha-ha-haywire.
It's right in here.
na, na,- na, na ... it's free and free of fear.

It's a manic world, out there
back then
over yonder
way back when
in ponder
this right here.
This moment.

You don't have to cross the Atlantic,
for the iceberg will hit titanic,
You don't have to pray the gigantic,
for only within you'll find the mechanic.
Don't panic.

Your world isn't really so manic.

We Need To Talk

I don't want to talk about him,

he consumes every moment, of your life

when we're together, when we're alone

Nothing easy to ease into, no whim to just breeze through;

this child of your flesh, to me- unknown.

You speak of him

As an animal, without free will

like a hunter in search,

his next greatest kill.

When he calls, you don't ignore his cry

his bow is mightier than any arrow,

fiercer than any sword.

When played against a solemn sigh,

A stark raving Pharroah,

or the darkest lord.

How do you explain why?

It's you, isn't it

unsettling to say, the least

you made him this way, didn't you

perhaps it's you, the ferocious beast.

Book of Faces / Saving Graces

I am sorry
I can't give you what you need.
I can not give you kudos,
Can't endorse your every
greed.

I'm happy to sit with you,
Happy to smile, laugh or cry.
I can even make your bed for you
We can ponder every "why"?

Facebook friends,
Imitations in pretend
Status up-graces, instagram faces
A tweet here and there,
Random babble everywhere.

1000 plus, visit my page
friends of friends - whom I've never made.
Like a fit of urban wit,
I welcome all to come and sit,
But what am I supposed to do

When pushed to shove and attention needs love?

It's not so simple, this book of faces,
I need an editor, an art director to manage my pages.
A PR chick to trim the hedges,
From folks that are outraged from my pushing edges.

Come one, come all
You signed the dotted line,
When you became my "friend", I wasn't promising wine.
And just because, we met one time
doesn't warrant a little...
Chime
Click
Poke or prod
Stick to your shit,
Stay out of mine.

A Dragon's Tale

A fire breathing dragon, a white metal horse

a basket of laundry, as brandy is poured

Hearty laughter, fills the air

as this familiar face, is laden with care.

Mr. Miyagi, tucked far in the basement

I, Daniel-san, a terrific replacement;

come not to learn skill, or how to wash clothes

But come in boasting, with all of my throws.

I give him my ticket, he wishes me peace

A new year for him, in this Dragon he sees.

"Am I ready for Luck?"

I say, "Yeah, BRING IT ON!"

"Nineteen dollars, fifty" He says

-right back to being the pawn!

"Play your hand" he suggests, as I step out the door

if my instincts are right, you will find so much more.

The mystical dragon, is blessed with the curse

he is charming, he is ambition, he is generous of purse.

This is your year, two-thousand and twelve

No go spread it all, abundance and wealth.

"Yes" I comply, if you say so

but, about that laundry

can you pack it "To Go"?

Reveal The Concealed

Let's begin.

You should take notes,

because I dont know where this is gonna go.

Like a book, a new chapter started

as the turn of the calendar, pages are chartered.

Don't hesitate to alleviate, all of your fears

Leave the lost loves behind, and the bitter toxic tears.

Be excited for right now, everything you propose

brainwash is semantics, all your compose

To "Radiate" is to emit, from another source

idea is inspiration, 'Illuminating" lightforce.

Reveal the concealed,

shame is only blame

wrong is right,

pen your win.

Elevate what is great,

End the end.