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.