Magically, Memphis

I get so excited about soul & song
When I see it erupt onstage
I am gone.
Like gasoline to a flame
My eyes well up,
No joy is the same.

To witness people
Doing what they love to do
Sharing it all, with me and you.
From their hearts it all seems to pour
Seamlessly like it's without effort or chore.

You know they're connected
To something so much greater.
Nothing that magical
Could come from less,
Than the creator.

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Magically, Memphis

Ode to her

Ode to her

A woman, in your life

To make demands of you; 

Push you to the knife.

Intuit your emotions

And your every need

Helping you, without you knowing-

A partner indeed.

She'll tell you stories,

Of girlfriends and gossips

Only for you, 

To tell her to stop it. 

She manages you,

With the stealthiest wit

Only with what she's given

So don't give her any shit! 

She'll console your broken soul 

Tell you, you are right

Make your dreams come true,

Tuck you in at night. 

Correct your spelling,

Guide you to eat well

Stoke your fire

Or make your life a living hell.

Your duty is, to be there

Turn off your phone,

Lend your ear to share  

Oh and also, Give her everything

Then, you will know  

the blessings 

only she can bring.  

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Atonement

We think so easily
"it's so far away"
Never knowing when,
Might be our day.

Looking on, our glowing tv
Devistation, our eyes can see.
But can we feel it?
Do we let it show?
The pain and suffering
Of those we don't know.

We have to think,
As if it were you
Sitting on that rooftop
Monsoons askew.

In that moment,
Feel the pain
Understand the now,
Is just a game.

What will you do,
How will you react?
Will your Prada loafers
Make an impact?

If you step forward,
take, the first start
Not for "good meausre"
But from your heart;
Those Prada shoes shall rejoice
And march to the upperworlds
And year your voice.

Without judgment or reason
We're here to help others
Lend a sharing hand,
Enemy or brothers.

Then you reach
At-one-ment
When the universe collides
And Miracles are
Heaven sent.

Window in Time

The Corridor of Consciousness

We are nothing but a dream,
Endless consciousness in stream.
Formulated by, this very beat.
To the next, Until we are complete.
Which forever is a never win
So we start it all, all over again.

Fisher Pond, or Alef, The Beginning

W'Ode to New York

Oh the places I've gone,
To get to me to now
Karmic debts from lifetimes away,
All add up here somehow.

I got on a ship, and sent myself flying
To the biggest city in the world
Trust me, I was cryin'!
'course you didn't know,
My ego was so big, I never let it show!
Big brass balls, stupid and nineteen,
I am thankful that I was pushed, to my limits -slate clean.

Say as much, I made it here,
On September 16th, the Virgo sky was clear.
Arriving timely to Union Square West,
two soft trunks, filled with my best.

Vesper Porter, was my angel of the day
She gave me shelter, at parsons I would stay.
National Shakespeare was my first stop,
to meet larry fishburne and Olympia ducac
But NOO that wasn't "good enough" for
Smartass ole Bobby-the-stray,
He was too good to be bothered for little off off broadway!!!

So what did he do?
(he'd rather I not tell you)
Away He went, on his journey of learning
With all of his heart and all of it's yearning.

What did he find? But a not-so-good gig.
Dressing windows at the gap,
Pretending he was the shit.
Six dollars and seventy five cents an hour,
a room at the y, That didn't have a shower.
In the heart of Chelsea, wasnt exactly then the same.
In those days muscle boys, played a whole 'nother game.

In less than three months, He lived in five places.
A roach motel by the park, hosting many a faces
Like, hookers and pimps and all of that grit,
And little ole he, who thought he was the shit.

Ahh...

That was just the beginning of a story I will tell,
On "before they were stars", showcasing the hell
And the struggle and the strife,
The sex, drugs, all rife;
The yellow brick road that took me to LA,
A girl named Martha, and her soap opera parlay.
From stage to screen,
The pictures are clear;
All of that lead me- to the light,
And to where I am here.

14 years to the day, on a set with Oliver Stone
Dreams are meant to make happen,
So, to me, don't bitch and moan.

For now, you'll just have to wait
To hear the juicy stuff
Like how I met my soulmate and
My time at Rikers -
that was tough.

Temporarily, Today

So what,
You don't look so hot today,
Or that your fur coat is
Tinged with a little grey.

So what
You've got a thicker gut
That your size 7 jeans
Are a bit too snug.

Who cares
What they think about you
They don't know
What you've been through.

Tomorrow
They will look and see
That you are not
Who they thought you
To be.

It's not so bad
Things aren't meant to stay
When you get
all this is
Temporarily, Today.

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You Just Know ..

The Way To Wherever ..

On the path,
to some special place
whatever whenever,
takes charge of my grace.
A renewal of chi,
A Relax by the sea.

I've got
Sangria in mind,
Maybe a dip and dine.

A view of city,
Looking oh so pretty.
Step out of the box,
To realize what  I've Got.

The best life,
Fit for me.
Content and happy
As can
Be.

For Now.

Nothing is for free.

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What Did You Say ?

The Path To Wherever

Whatever, Whenever

I Forgive You.

I can forgive, be thankful
for all I've earned.
No matter how concrete,
emotions may have turned.

I can appear cold to the world,
only to guard.
It's a defense I have,
a shell
that is hard.

I've a chance,
I know this time
to forgive what you have done to me,
I've prosecuted your crime.

All these years,
you'd think I could let go.
I'm sorry for holding on
and not even letting you know.

I'm good for that
like the IRS
rarely forget,
all that I repress.

I make no promises,
but I will this one
you have given me so much
regrets, I have none.

You have made me
what I am today
you have given me the strength
to get out of my own way.

For that, to you, I celebrate
I hope this year
brings us closer
to fate.

My sneakers are muddy, my jeans are scuffed
Though they are AG, they look a little rough.

My gucci watch, on my left
Wrist
Reminds me how far i've come,
yet the moments I have missed.

A few grey hairs, I've now put away,
there to get me to to a place
Where i have to care what they say.

At 33,
a few are too many - NOT to ignore.

So today, I go to the gym
In hopes my muscles will inflate more.

Always sure, of what they don't even know.
I will keep certain things to myself,

way on the down low.

Reflections on 33; or My Birthday Wish

What I want;

Be bright and bold, Never get old
care not, what people think
With absolute
Compassion
(he says with a wink)

I want to sport Ford
Thunderously fast
Leather fingerless gloves
Perfectly to match.

Speak Arabic and Italian
All in the same
Line
Sip Dom Perignion right off of the
Vine.

Become an undercover agent
To the side of the light
Covert opperations
While folks gasp at the sight,
Of miracle after miracle,
They though only Jesus could perform
Proving once and for all,
FUCK THE NORM!!!

Not knowing what hit them,
What bliss they had instore
Or how much happier we all can be
If we'd just care a little more.

Rock the therapy musical
And make a girls dream come true
Get a grand ole opening
Invite everyone we knew.

An Oscar for magik
Turning lead into gold
A Tony on sunset
For shagging Norma
Stone cold.

Jimmy choos
Hunter shoes
Burberry trench
Body by finch

Intense intuition,
Compassion and vitality
Eternal youth and vision
Bringing Immortality.

A Penthouse
full of little faces
From all over the globe
A Teddy that is happy always
a story like Job.
Traveling many places
To feed his appetite to explore
To sane his good graces.
While papa begs for more!

TRUST ME

Trust me
Life is meant to be enjoyed
Whatever they say,
About the strugle
For glory.
Work hard, play hard
Drink the juice
And be free of
Worry.

You can count
Yet, Numbers get you nowhere
Grace is the element
For which you
Get care.

Love is an anticdote
Something to cherish
Friendship is priceless
Truly not to parish

Trust Me
I've tried to reconcile
The balance in line
Found, though
Truly, it all goes better
With wine.

Tomorrow.
Trust me
Might be the day
We get it all right
Whatever will be will be.

GOING FOR BROKE !

What would you say, if I said
Your dreams are real.
Would you believe me,
or pull the covers over your head?

They won't come knocking,
Through your front door,
Until you start walking
And keep begging for more;
More Challenges and chores
Superficial Whores
A doubting Thomas, in your thoughts
Feasting on all your nonsense and whatnots.

Insecurities and doubts
Hide and seek, your whereabouts.
That's when you know -
Manifestation is near
You get closer, and closer
And so does the fear!

But don't give in
Don't give up hope
This moment is yours
Now go for broke!

THE BALANCING ACT

The balancing act,
A thin tight rope;
To be here
Holding on
Tightly
To hope.

Thinly
tapped Into
light up there
Yet
Deep in the trenches
Offset
By fear.

A beautiful woman
Distracts from the
War
You claim her
As your
Own
And beg for
More.

choice is
really, none
You take her for your own
Becomming
one

Provide, keep content
All that she will share
Understand she can
Leave
The instant
You don't care.

Wrestle
Your deamons
with maximum force
Caution yourself
As Your ego
Gets worse.

You will win, but be aware you never will.
The battle is fierce so, be clever still.

Stranger, Not Fiction

So get this,
I have these folks
I try so desperately to ignore.
They crawl under my skin,
Yet I can't tell you what for.

One of those folks, Is here, in front of me!
Do I say hi? be polite?
Or just pretend I don't see?

Breaking cold silence
Dude, invites himself over
Like he's one of my clients!
His presence makes me sober.

Invading my lunch space
Now I'm really quite screwed.
I'd like to say fuck off,
But,
THAT WOULD BE RUDE!

And you know how I am,
I've gotta appear all pollyanna!
Like I'm a good ole boy,
Straight from Montana!

Come to find out,
Dudes been through a lot
Wife left him after 18years
And the business he's no longer got.

Chanel watch, Prada loafers, all from way back when,
Today he can barely make his rent,
modeling
"just for men"

So he gave me the opportunity to find in everyone, a surprise
An Opportunity to be compassionate
And offer some nice.

Come to find out, through it all,
all the strife and laughter
My new friends a funny guy, who knew, ever-after!


With my inner brain noise,
and my judgmental self-banter
This guy gave me a character
to bring to life,
a levanter.

See script below.

Exit.
Like a lion out of his cage,
A hot set
the prince is in place.

Enter.
Sighing in suspense of disbelief, he weeps.
Further insight, we need.

Close up.
Crying in fright.
Positions up,

Ready to go left
Whatever he can say,
Can never be right.
His comrade is tired.

Flashback,
night before.

Wired
Roll, sound.
Cameras ready
Rewound,
To reveal what pages ago said told.

Cut.
(Interior)
The chase,
prince goes down
Comrade superior.
He is waiting for direction.

Effects explode
Emotions showing affection.
Who is the runaway who speaks no truth?

Hiding from the director
Clinging to his youth.
Grown up old poet, heart in tail
Looking for the opportunity to nail.
He is

The Star.

Comrade is trouble but, behind not far.
Distracting.

Check the gate.

Moving on.
Floods Full.
Don't forget the action!
(It's what sets the stage)
Without all the drama
Prince poet would not be on parade.

End scene.

Roll credits.
Road to nowhere.
Less travels fly, endings in tears.
Prince of poets
rhetoric of heat
Revolutionary ideas
Way before they were "neat"
Comrade. Non-compliant.
Antagonistically so triumphant.

Cut.

That's a wrap.

It's great really,
release of face
Lost boys from the beats.
Make-shift moments to trace over, less desirable fates
African beats.
saaa tee ahh
Bip bip pitty,
Lade de de de da do.
Laziness leaning against complacent streets
Off they go.
Lovin life, livin lies
Life
Rife
With new eyes.
Spice is flavor
Vanilla to savor, catmandilla
Neuances play games
Over
Secretarian brains.
Do do do de doop.
Pluck clam slam bam
Ah ah ah
Damn, man.
That was good
Rythum ride

You need to do everything,
to realize you can do nothing.
The paradox is simple, but terribly consuming.

Magic.
Motions for greed.
A quick fix,
To get what you need.
How much longer can it really last,
The illusion, you perceive.

Until there is nothing
Left.
Your desperate in need.
Exhausted.
Scrambling for more.
No more to be had,
Can't compare to before.

You've a new set of rules
And desirous requirements.
So what worked before
Leaves you dry
Now with consequence.

The flavor of the fruit,
You can taste but not hold.
Leaves you begging DESPERATE
For the magic to
Unfold.

DESPERATE.
The missing link.

When you get there, to that point
Then, and only then,
Of the divine you will
Drink.

Let go of your plans that you think will get you there.
The universe is in charge that could take you elsewhere.

Just be open, whatever comes your direction.
You can't beat the system.

Who would want to really? I mean that's all we've got.
No emerald tablet to answer all you whatnots.

So this is the plan
Be free from whatever your limitations
Go where the ebb takes you,
You'll save yourself involved
Tribulations.

you really know how, to open my eyes
To what's not there
And so much
Surprise.

I never imagined my life as it is
How you would take such precedence
Over what I knew
As
Is.

I guess that's exactly what makes you
who you've become.
Beyond all past, present, future
Above all
None.

Please forgive my menial shortcomings
The rediculous antics
Something annoying.

It's what I'm getting over
Even 4 years now
It gives me the reality
We are we, somewhere somehow.

I am forever in your embrace
Whatever you do
Can not be erased
You are the light
That makes my heart shine
You are the tanninins in my glass
That make the wine.

You are everything to me.
In whole, I am complete
You are my alpha
My omega
And my whole
When I am
Weak.

It truly is you
Who make me complete.

I like to talk
I like to sing
I like to walk
I like to drink.

I get going when the going tries to go
When all is said and done, and every one says NO.
I get it, just then
And I realize I'm here to win.
I put on the jets
It all begins to soar
I grab my best, and beg for more.

What if I go hungry today?
I could feed an army with what tomorrow will bring.

What kind of phoney prideis this you call it?
Wait until your passion shows it.
Get ready
Because right not is the time
Not toMorrow, not yesterday
But something that's mine.
I own a little picece
Of
History.

What happens when it all goes away
When the flowers have blossomed and the clouds are grey?
Does the fire still kindle,
as everything dwindles?
Do you get caught up in the things gone wrong,
Or do you let it go, bid fare long?

Whatever came, whatever was hid
I am here right now, because I did.

That has made all the difference.

Here's the deal
I'll save the sympathy
Hallow and gutted
I am here for you
Completely.

Without agenda
Without a cause
My gift is yours to take
Without caution
Or pause.

Why do you hold your tears?
All I feel are your fears.
You've gotta open up
And trust
Desire is strong,
In the face of lust.

Forgiveness completely,
Unadulterated surrender
The greatest test;
You are your own
Pretender.

The same thing again
The same ole song
About what you can't do
How you're all wrong
Wrong
Wrong.

I'm done with your sorry words
There isn't shit you can say or do
This ugly banter and evil slurrs
Are better saved for something special
Like a kiss ass
who falls into your trap.
Cheap shit, talk smack
In the face slap.

Don't say it
There nothing you can do
To keep me stuck here
Feeding you.

Mr. Ego
Uncivil self worth
Proclaimation
Emancipation
From what I used to
Know.

Lament for Iran

Forbidden speech,
stand strong in spirit
there is no religion that can take that away
no matter what their book's hear of.

Allow yourself...
not to be let down
Allow yourself ...
not to walk in fear
but
to be one, in unity
nothing can come near.

vigilant peace
you must pronounce your cry.
The angels that surround you
are there to help you fly.

Rise up, Iran!
speak from your sand
the world is behind you,
as is God's plan.

The revolutionaries
(are the real soldiers)
the adversaries
(snakes and vultures)
the political woes
(propaganda in practice)
ignorance is radiating,
(out of evil, and malice)
from fear mongering prose
(used only to callous)
You are not alone, the world knows.

vacate fear
within your own heart
let not their hate
tear you apart.

Ask.
We will hear you.

Illusions In Light

The illusion is great isn't it
You want so badly to buy into it
Even the Shit.
Beauty and fame
Money and blame
It's all got to go sometime
So I take I all in
Reason and rhyme

That's just it
The trick is no treat
When u take a bite
You take it all in
Just to learn it ain't right.

Something more
Under the clear
The murk is a flood
opportunity disguised as fear

Illusions are light
disguised in systems
bring you in,
to hold you tight.

Crazy isn't it
Simplicity in it's infinate perfection
Embracing the beauty of the souls correction.
Jack of trades, Twist in fate
Up in arms to propogate
Finding the right, within the wrong
Understanding this is moment is my favorite song.

Creative space, speak to the world.
Hearing of child soldiers, absolutely absurd
Fire back
Not in hate
Non-violence
The only way to mitigate.

Dharma bums speaking in verse
Lama sharing wisdom,
Sidharrtaha converse.

Alive inside
My dearest friends
Wake up signs
Holy trines.

Shutting down is a fearous act
If you keep in your wisdom
The world will lack.

Are you listening closely to what is being said?

Communicate differently. Eradicate dread.

Avarice

You can't grow strong, with money as your guide
problems are plenty, a bumpy ride
your well-being is paramount
that, you must abide.

Greed is not your color
fame is not your sin
vanity is deadly
illusion, your
friend.

Selfish loving
isn't loving, in the least
until you unleash the mercenary spirit
let go.
the wild beast.

Do you ever feel like someones got you by the balls?
Like whatever you do, is no use at all.

Incoherent pride, elusive from their tone.
Psycosematic detox, as prescribed by their grown.

Whatever -to that,
I'm my own shrink, Intcact.

Just another opportunity
for me to not get invested
In the worry of others,
No matter how hard I'm tested.

Not a part of my script any longer,
That's for sure.
It's my movie I'm producing, a disease I have cured.

16:28.4/26

4:28
The Dao is at it's last few drops.
The gloves are on,
Music pops.
A circus, a zoo
A field of spartans watch
Center. You.
Up a notch.
Clean of meat,
purged of wheat.
Unconditional strides, ego flies.
Out the door.
One can hope.
Like a dirty whore
Addicted to dope.
It eventually creeps back in.
So, is sin.

Same Ole' Tape

Rewind.
Wait.
Stop.
Fragmented in thought.

What must it be like, to be one with the light?
To always feel this feeling, no matter what's in sight.

To incrpprate it all, good bad or otherwise.
Toss it in a pan and then super size.

Look at it all, as one big blessing.
Regardless of the labels, or the mood u are stressing.

Miracles are here, right in front of your eyes.
Don't wait til tomorrow, to suddenly realize.

It might be too late, moment gone.
Jump start yourself now, make it last really long.

It's all relative, in how you see fit.
So put on some different shades, be a part of it.

The change you wish to see In the world around
You don't have to be Ghandi, just tune into your own sound.

Play.
Loud.

Doing well, is relative at best
Beating a dead hoarse pounding and pounding, begging for rest.
Forcing the bolder to move
With all your might, striving for the tipping point you diligently invite.
One degree, then it's all done
After exorbatant effort, you think you have won.
Only to learn, an inch isn't enough at all
You strive for the mile,
And over again the dominos fall.
Chase the blink.
Just the know, in the now
Don't think.
It will consume you somehow.

Prior to today, I was unclear what was to make any sense of the walk I'm walking along the way,
I realize now that the purpose driven
Is what is the opportunity I'm given.
Get straight, in line, not diplomacic politics
This time I am letting it all go, my old antics.
Next in line, I'm ready for the willing. .
Life is a banquet, those suckers are starving
My feast is here, and it's fulfilling.

Tra(nun)sformatio(nun)!

Nun, such a funny game
rising above
other's blame

Day two of this trek
I am careful not to fall
As I am reminded
it's so easy to crawl,
avoiding new ways.

What's different today
than yesterday before
I feel a little less anxious
like life is not such a chore.

I am eager to grow
take it to the next step
but I know it all
starts in my head.

Armageddon
is my thoughts.
at the root of it all
what is in front of me, is NOT.

The responsability is mine.

Ode Mr. Bisky / Aquageddon

O' Norby !
Where for art thou come upest with this brilliance?
is it ingraned from your youth,
from years of Religious school abuse ?

The Aquageddon is upon us,
we are all slaves to the hipocracy of such
blaspemy, they call it
but the good book
say's nothing of it.

Centuries of torture
Now, Peace must prevail.
Baptize us all
in the propaganda you curtail.

Let them make ART
to express their soul
Take lessons from you
through creativity
we console.

Round rotation, inspinning evolution.
Starting a revolution in my mind.
Cracking the whip on the thoughts that bind.
Unyeilding temptations
Ugly proclaimations
Ground hog warts,
Dead as door
Nails
Laughing hysterically
At all the tomfoolery,
Troubles masked as
Tequilla flasked.
Drop it, now.
Put down the sword,
Raise your glass
Peace
The Ultimate reward.

I'm learning to open up again
I thought about it long and hard, realized what has been is not working anymore.
I get to.
Get up.
Right now.
Make the next move.
My time is right now
I choose.

The Process of Transformation (tet)

Stale.
A state of being in the same place.
Never growing, lifeless. Pale.
Like the treadmill, running in place
Moving,
But not winning any race.

It’s time.
Shift in Paradigm
Leaping to fly
Getting heels off the ground
I try.

I will.
The Will I Am
Strength to fight, Will
Will to matter
Make a difference
No mindless chatter

Evolution
From caterpillar to butterfly
All efforts rewarded
Instantly
No blind eye.

(Tet), revealed
Judgment of Glory
One over 10
Preface to a brand new story.

Test this.

Grafitti On The Soul

I am lost for words
nothing for me to saught
has the chi left me?
looking for something new to be taught.

something fresh, a convergent spring
a detailed description
of my own left wing.
clipped art.

creative explosion
enigmatically, foretelling
spiritual mumbo-jumbo
to crazy the inner yelling !

make your mark
proclaim your staking
who is this person inside me
is he here for the taking?
lashing out, my warrior friend
stand up to the distraught
of

Edit.

given circumstances
outspoken glances
feelings of empty nest
vaulnerable sighs on another chest
wrecked havoc
internal explosion.
safe within boundaries, nobody is knowing.

Getting it good: A lesson from the light

began.

28 in a magical light
emits the energy
present beside
all knowing
love
in-kind.

A space in between
A Moon with what will become
escaping bondage
wing down
so others
won’t raise any steam?
igniting your passion
yet, putting out the flame
A double edged sword
the life in your end game.
Are you specific in your request
that all answers are
given?
without test
scores ablaze
run up the chart
as you embrace a new world
and your soul takes start
A valued guest
every person plays the part
giving you that opportunity
stick to your heart
don't go
down
that
road

again.

If you do
you will
end up
where you

New Age

It’s definitely a new age
For me, that is in vain
As I try for the umpteenth time to
Build my perfect frame

Schlacking and falacting the anti-ageing dew,
Hair-growth reformula, trying to grow a new
It all just ain't as in-tact before
But what the hell?
Now I want more!

Vanity of delusion
The prospect of intrusion
The atoms start to separate
I send out the vibe
try to congjugate

Keepin it all together
Any little way I can
If it’s an hour more in the gym
Or a Hollywood spray tan

It’s so much more
Letting go
what was before
Going against
The laws of nature, in the now
Focused and intent on
Going for

WOW.

Now How ?