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.