Thanks Living

The dew from above
The Rav’s unconditional love
The music of the diva
Remembering Mema
My teacher’s wit
And the lack of my fit
(Getting back into it)
Lagavulin on the rox
Bagels with cream cheese and lox
Divine inspiration
Creative Imagination
Kids that are love-greedy
Hopeless prisoners who are needy
Yaking bitches that know it all
Understanding the truth from their call
Soldiers that fight wars
For republicans who bark at them their chores
Mac and cheese
A cool breeze
Night riders crawling through my dreams
Giving me the wings to rise above old schemes
Mommy and Daddy, yes they still are mine
A Mimi who looks fabulous, sipping her wine
Family and Friends wherever they are
My Acting Coach, who always pushes me to be a star
Above all the gift of my Mate
Who always gives me my glow and makes me look great

I am thankful, very thankful in my living
But nothing is mine, without all of their giving.

11.26 / DeJavu

Crazy connections
Awkward affections finding then
A brand new way
What might be needed for me to fall a stray
Leave the past behind
I remember so well
Take a minute to unwind
Get out of your hell
Unaffected by drama of the daily grind
Vowing myself, I take control – do it well.

I am what is mine, with that I find truth
There is no possible room, for any self hate
Tapping into a brand new place
Allowing myself to understand my fellows fate
Hands down I surrender too
Inviting truth, eternal youth, forever new
So stop wining and complaining
Putting off today
Tomorrow will come
You'll be saying the same parlay
Walk is needed to enter the garden
Talk is cheap until your will is strong and hardened
All that is needed is just one step
The light will meet u half way
Take it in
Deep breath

Writer's Block, Or Who Say's What ..

Sifting through classic Dramaturgy
Pages and pages of doctoral Liturgy
Fragrant in its ideal virginity
Imprisoned by his personal promiscuity
Seeing so desperately, a personal validity
Requested, on high, a virtual necessity
Speaking in tongues, riding tides so rampant
Race providing clearly very unimportant
Who judges this ugly grace?
While Weeping willows
Laugh in his face
Unnamed Heroes
In Silent demise
In the background, Dame Judy Denche
Wails in gawking delight, That Stinky winch!
Delivering perfection, Reciting Shakespeare’s French
Creating original fallacy, so blunt in her delivery
Sit. Listen to the vomiting sound
I try to get over the stench
It’s profound.

In my own, I float in Patchouli haze
Going through remembrance of the Cocaine phase
Indulgent eighties kicking in
Sinking ratings search to win
Trying so hard, Graces fete
Just wandering down lonely street
Who am I? Mr. barking canine
Sitting here prissy as I drink Red wine
Taking it all in, Observing Cross dressers
Enamored by the Eye-candy wreckers

I digress - remember where I am
It’s very easy to judge, a film by its can
Take inventory of my flaws, noting many of my own
What I see in them, reflection of me – I know.
All I have to give, I have to find in my heart
Sink back to before, when we all came from the same start.

Affected By The Moon

Subject to this world
world of the moon
always the effect
bound for doom

Waiting
for approval and energy
achieving results
based on me

Where is the real world?
Who is the real Us?
the never ending give of light
movement resulting, thus
in lack of comfort, swaying left and right.

Electrons moving in discomfort, create a constant flow
searching for the stillness, within it's master's glow
She never moves
Truest fulfillment, talent and strength
a realm of reality emcompasing proof
yet, I lie here
subjected by the moon

I have I don't
I don't have but I want
the real reality beneath unique
just remove the layers, see the constant stillness complete
perfect in the real world
repeat. repeat. repeat.

Looked at as powerful
Looked at as beautiful
needing someone to think I am
that is the reflection, dutiful.

Where does the need for other people to perceive me as somebody come from?
You like me, my moon is full
you don't like me - my moon is small

What a joke - a paradox of life
bragging to fill a lack
understand how it works, modeled Abraham's wife
Now tell me, "That shit is smack"

True Humility, Already powerful and strong
before what you thought about my character's face
Gifted with the creator's song
I don't have to stand up and say
"Look at me - I WON THAT RACE"

even if I am small in your eyes, it doesn't make my moon slight
slaved by her ebb and flow
you battle the same exact fight
Still addicted to her veracious glow.

I'll tell you why we're not in the present

We're dedicated to others perceptions, looking a certain way
being cautious of who is around me, how much with I can get away
can you get me to where I need to go?
thinking, worry, complaining, How much bigger you can make your moon glow

Know that you are human, humility is true power
Playing small doesn't serve anyone
and will only turn you sour.

Waiting

Trying to find the time to wait
Takes a while, maybe a day
Take a deep breath, take it in
Understand that this moment is all you are given
Waiting is the hardest thing
The to do's running tirelessly in your brain
Getting to the front of the line
With people around, beginning to whine
Look around
Who is here
Such a melting pot of who what's and where's
Inching up - the clock is ticking
But if I didn't have this moment these keys would not be clicking
Funny how it goes
Long lines, fears, and woes
People taking orders
at the will of anxious hoarders
Of your time
Of my time
But this right now
Took me to the front of the line
One up next -in front
Finally

Creative Crittering

I wake up
roll over
grab the book
pen like bulldozer

where I have been
no complaints
but this morning pages stuff
requires fresh paint

Every morning
like clockwork
I speak with my guides
in dream haze smirk

I am committed
loyal to the cause
unraveling blockage
wounds covered with gauze

saying things
so eloquently
verbally speechless
right before me

seeing the storm
right in front of my eyes
today I am going on a date
but not with strange guys

An artist's date
with the "other" me
The "me" that's not jaded; cynical
just free

A new experience, around the corner
change to start again
run for the border
something inside I've got to let out
a harrowing win
that's what it's about

SO forgive me
if I seem so elusive
it's just that the Scorpio
is being intrusive
introspective
discreetly
all for the better
when I can give to you
completely
without fetter