Oh Wise One ..

I searched for you
Oh wise one
You taught me lessons
When I really knew none

I fought long and hard
To be under your tutelage
Months and months
of creative planage

Devising a way
Through the stars
I found a green light
Knew the future was ours

Oh wise one
Will you teach me some more
I am ready to graduate
On to even more

hanging on
You’re every word
Though at times
They seem absurd

I know in my heart
I learn from thee
But it’s the togetherness
That is the trunk of the tree

Make me strong
Make me wise
I want to grow old
By your side

Adoring Fan's

Make a break for it

whatever you're holding onto

let the energy flow 

pour right through you.

Whatever will be

will certainly be

you don't have to think twice

about what you don't see

It's set in stone

for you to take hold

you can still shape it though, craft a perfect mold

I hope this year, brings you miracles and wonders

I know change is in the air 

sometimes that creates thunders

but don't be dissuaded, or veer from your path

the light will look out for you

you do the math

Open doors

so much more

just waiting there

for you to adore.

Something Tells Me

To wake up
stop making shit up
creating movies that are fucked up

must be
Scorpio approaching, I guess
ward off the evil stinger, I digress
suspend the disbelief
go within, find relief

Movies are Movies
of movies in 1%
not knowing what you are going through
apprehends what might prevent
euphoric transitions into a higher dimension
when plague and destruction are
impenetrable afflictions

Stop wondering
step back
terminate pondering
live in the crack
where reality occurs
not black and white
gray matter forms
intelligence is bright

Armageddon is in your head.

Wise Cracks

I am paddling upstream

Out of breath
Tired of the dream
Something inside blocks
The parlay of spirit bound into commuter locks
I can't gain a sense of freedom
A sense of purpose
I am feeling so bogged down by energy lurches
Left to my own devices, sane
I am trying to learn the mechanics of my emotional brain
I have to go deep
For the answers
I have to not fear the sprout of the well
I have to let go
The answer command
And just be prepared
To take gods hand
Open up
Go wide listen to the voice inside

hear this
I am answering you
And you don't even know what to do
Give in
Stop preaching to the choir
You are one so just be sure
What you are asking us for
you are getting, in all requet
every utterance addressed

we are listening. be impressed.

Said but not so

Somethings are said

but not so

you are telling me one thing

but underneath it's a blow

We are all the same

underneath it all

however, when our time is chosen

will we walk alone,

or be welcomed by your call

The answer is pretty clear

maybe I should just let go

accept things for what they are

or should I stand up and let you know

Underneath the canopy

together in unity

bound together at the fourth piece

unequivocal to those who preach

guests who watch on with opinion

holding court in their dominion.

A shattered Vase
unleashing waste,
upon strangers who seem enigmatic
standing up, fighting the dramatic
undone.
All the work has
become
one.

The Propaganda Files

These are the faces of gentlemen

I have an intimate relationship with, now and again
they give me the day's dirt
and stock market mess.
they allow me to really, truly, think for myself.

Gone are the day's of brainwash MTV

When Real World provided me with a future to be
A day dream of, innocent reckless heck
coupled with the haze of mad drunken sex.
Barricades around  - borders of pubescence
now, full grown man, still tip-toeing in adolescence.

Larry and Anderson are really no joke
they wake me up, smack me around

serve me up, a really fierce poke
Reality Bites
However you see fit
but these guys make age
a promising hit
Politics, Propaganda, pure in form
Tailored Tom Ford Suit, a fashionable norm.

Get on the bus, to columbus circle

sit there and debate, skill from Mr. Terkel

you'll be a stud one day too

Fit and Svelt - like you know who.

A Male version of Madge, A grey haired daddy

You'd Even have a bitch, to call your caddy!

Confessions of a Madonna Fan

The following short pieces, were conceived at one of the many live shows of Madonna's I have been attending this week.

If you have the opportunity. Please go to see "Sticky & Sweet" .. It is the BEST show she has ever put on. Seriously.

Wonderlust

This is what I live for
Moments like tonight make me alive more
She rocks my world with wonderlust
She pushed me beyond my current limited musts
Leave your prada footprint in the ground
Rock that fucking guitar, I live for every sound
You give it, like something inconceivable
No one puts on a show so unbelievable


Alive Again

Fighting excitement with every breath
Hoping and praying,
Everything but rest
So much energy, felt inside
I am alive when I am with her
That I can not hide
So thankful for  - every breath

Every dance move

 Defying Death

staring you down, in your face

to rise you up

put you in your place

Get up out of your seat

26 years and fingers counting

Make you move your feet

50 thousands shouting.

No snowmobiles, or Alaskan sands

not in this house 

as heat expands

to raise the roof

elevate stakes

to bring you up 

as conciousness wakes.

"Oh Siser, My Sister"

Q
Something smells like a blend of stale cigarettes
Tainting my delicious signature scent
Russian orthodox dude,
perusing the Talmud.

Gay boys gaze at each other from across the aisle
Sucking iced venti something, with a really big smile
Undoubtedly alluring, Sounds necessary
The venti-something, NOT the fairy!

Yet, Miles away
It’s all so close to what's turning up today
I can still feel the reverberation from this morning’s play
I think that my decision is made, I will stay.

I am deeper in trance, from looking above
As I trek out to Brooklyn to see my sister I love

7th avenue,
Into prospect heights I purge
Park place and Carlton corner, where they merge
Gran Castillo de laqua smellin’
mucho bueno, I am yellin!

Tenement Structures forever surviving
As urban chic lesbians buy them thriving
Years of stories that I can not explain
But I feel their tales in the walls
As my energy begins to wane

Italian mother cooks a meal
Macaroni cheese, with something so unreal
Delicious root compote laces the plate
While we much with delight and label it great
Sister treat
Loves me so
Satisfying and complete

My sisah is soul that I can count on
She listens to my shit and suggests style I don

From La Venezia in park winter
To Madonna, in sanctioned vintner
Memories galore,
So much so, that I stopped keeping score
I remember them all, With reckless abandon,
ecstasy in ration, whitie-tighties in fashion
Green Jeans and Armani Scenes
Ingrid knows what she likes cleaned.
Our little secret,
I won’t tell
Those are tales my journals know well

That is why, I just have to be clear
I will trek to New Jersey with her to cheer
As goddess will server, candy shop treats
As we dance on the floor, screaming her beats

So October 4th will make history, forever more
As my sister and I come home with our throats sore.

Anew

Basking here in autumn lust
I savor every second, and particle of dust
I appreciate every step full of vital lift
And prance about the town enhancing my gift

I am anew
I am green with fortitude
I am gracious
at opportunities for truth
bewilderment at my still branded youth.

So I ask

Wish granted
A mountain to climb
I am forever tenacious, as the universe begins to unwind
Devouring demons from my left
Protecting angels conceal me from death

Walk in awe they say
Be cautious of Unconcious play
Arising circumstance will ensue
But I have the power to remain true
Maintain focus maintain reserve