On The Horizon

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The Heart,
our only key
to the beyond;
what we can not see.

No man living
Has not been blessed
with this instrument,
That rests perfectly
Within our chests.

Our heart ignites, all our passion,
Propells our loves, and need for compassion;
It's like an antenna, for our mind
a powerful live-wire, directly inside.

Without the heart, we cannot comprehend
Why our world around us, seems never to bend.
And how we can look, in someone elses' eyes;
And feel judgment and hate, with absolute surprise.

Without the heart, the mind lies.

Secretary logic and presidential gloat
Can not comprehend, the unspoken rote
The very second, out spill our words
Power of heart diminishes,
with "he said"
"she thought it was hers"

So, If we all have this Heart-Gift
How can we respond to each other with space and with riff,
In the ways that we've known, up
until here
Ignoring our heart, will lead us to fear.

I want to listen carefully,
Closer to my core
In anger and sadness,
I must realize no more,
The necessary pain, cerebral causes
Second guess none,
Cut the losses.

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Say Yes

Whenever in a pinch, don't ponder and preside
Go with your instinct, deep inside.
The yes game, is a tricky one though
But the first rule of improv, is never say no.

Yes and... this may be poor advice,
For a sucker like me, who always tries.
Pleasing everyone, left and right
The first rule of thumb,
Is always the Light.

Ceramic Handcuffs on the Battlefield

I can't sleep again
Plagued with thoughts; running through my mind.
How can I let it win; this war within your soul, you can't even seem to find.

But what am I to do; what's my role in this horror movie.
Just observe what's going on
Standing by, Watching idily
Or take out my sword ;
go to battle
With this disguise of disaster; this evil rapport
The clock is ticking.
He can't hear the beat.
He's gotta get out of the kitchen
Cause, up comes the heat.

There's nothing I can do
From within your little box
As you tell me you want help;
That all your marbles have been rocked.

Pick them up
one by one, I proclaim
But your conscious mind can't focus or aim.
you've been slammed up two way to Sunday
In one hole; and out your nose.
Extended to Monday.
Give it up, or I've got to go.

I have thrown you the ladder;
As I've watched you drown.
You cant seem to latch on;
In sadness, my hearts a frown.

As the old tales have always told;
I've brought you to the trough
As I sit and watch and wait

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(Gettin') Ready for Rosh

A message withheld, for nearly a year. Perfect timing, of that I'm clear.
Carried beside me, for so long
The wait no longer I have to prolong,;
The answers are
contained within;
Whispers from the Angels therein.
What story will tell;
A year in which I knew so well.

Here and now, I press the rewind;
Another moment that I find;
Perfect in it's intent from the light.
Another show of evidence;
I am never right.

So it goes
I wonder what prose
of wisdom and truth
I have forgotten this year.

A goodbye to youth,
Now there is proof.
I'll let you know, in full recompense
How my intent moves forward,
Hence.

Write it down, she said
Can't keep it all locked up, in the head.
From thought to action, that's how it flows
Perhaps I'll learn my lesson this year,
Who knows.

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Non-printable fiction

Non-printable fiction
Takes a fraction of a fact
Producing friction
Makes an Awkward impact.

A feesable story, significant to print
Followers blindly
leaving
Blame in a splint.

Practical prose
An objectionary fête
The Unobvious woes make a splendid
Treat.

A Priceless comparison;
To a tawdry tale.
Of famous lives
With whom your life pales.
Yet you always try.
Pretending to be
When nothing, upon nothing
Upon NOTHING
Is for free.

Living boldly; unabashed
In someoneleses story
Pisses away your own;
Completely trashed.
Takes away their glory.

The thread of fabric;
You're supposed to sew;
In the material of life
That gives ebb and flow.
Screws us all out;
Of a much prettier tapestry
Live your truth
In honesty, not travesty.

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The Paradox Of A Pointed Finger

There's so many diseases
So much pain,
Our seeking doctor- fix, pleases
Only our little
Brain.
So luxurious, to complain
But
what got us here in the first place?

We point a finger or two,
In another persons face
Shame him
For smoking,
Or drinking without pace;
Or;
Lying to his wife,
Not leaving a single
Trace.

But when the gun is cocked
When your ammo ready and stocked
When your scales of judment tipped
When your ego's pumped and ripped.
Single out, not one
Not one tiny tiney flaw
Cuz the gun that's about to fire;
coming from your paw,
Is aimed in your direction,
Thats the cold hard fact,
raw.

Judge not lest ye be judged.

It's not really him,
With whom you should concern;
But the man in the mirror
Who's image is bouned to burn.
Everything you do, comes back 10 fold in return.

Wake me up, please
When it's over,
The mess thats in my head
Is startlingly sober,
What I see now, is in red.

All the fun and games;
Making fun of folk
Is a sickening cherade;
A temporary toke.
When the moment fades,
And I think about what was said
All I wanna do, is crawl up in my bed,
Pull the covers over my eyes
Not take responsibility
Yet, now I am certain
It clouds my own ability,
To get closer to the source
Of unconditional love,
real security.

No one is alone.

Hell Breaks Loose

When all hell breaks loose,
No sense in resisting
Loose yourself in the moment,
Continuum persisting.

Get up,
Walk through that door
The one,
You keep fighting for.
Stagnant and repressed,
Comfort of obsessed.

Silly tricks,
from your head
Lay little what-nots
Of things you've said.

But here
When hell
Breaks loose
You have the choice
To fight like fire
Or to be hung
by noose.
You choose.

Hell is what you are living in
How you see yourself,
Depends on when
You make it heaven, or suffer the pain
Rise above
All your vain.

Hell is nothing, but a game
A matrix of your actions,
Your logic
Your complaints.

When it all breaks loose,
When it brings you down.
Suffer no more;
Emotions drowned.

This is it
Here in now
Wake up
Stop the chaos
Somewhere, somehow.

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Stark Possibilities

Possibilities are available,

Me and I, am not

been drowning in ... what's not hailable

and damn the temperatures hot.

Still I don't, know what's wrong with me

Sure, My karma can tell

I have really sunken deep

down into this very hell.

I made it up

can't let me give in

It's got to change

I've got to win.

I am in control of it

I know that

No matter, how unfailable

My little old trail

is simply

terrible.

Gotta finish this start

make a move for the mark

Ain't been getting very far

(don't need your car!!!)

The contrast is stark

yet still,

I'm well aware...

I'm a star.

A Moment To Matter

As you are looking ahead,
At much you can not see
Anticipation of what's to be said
Or of what may never be.

Yet, right behind you
Is a seat
To past experiences
You dare not repeat.
Some incomplete.
Others tidy and neat.

Look
To see if you grew;
Or if you know now
What you always knew.
Regardless
Don't ignore
All that was, and came before.

Tomorrows foundation
Is laid in the past
What you did before,
Will determine fast
How you live now
So let it last.

Make this moment matter
be sure to forgive,
Avoid idol chatter,
And let your soul
Live.

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Spring is Here; A New Movie

There a little more skin showin'
Flips floppin, biceps glowin
Theres vibrance, vigilance
A sense of renewal,
There's a desire for commitment
An air of persual.

You go through the courage,
to bury yourself In fear,
And then you find the drive,
the dream helps you get clear.

It happens every year...
Inevitably
Spring is here.

Not a flop, or a b movie
This picture is gonna be big
'starring in this story, gonna be grovie.
Not some ghello ass, ole rig

This is it, man
I can tell you that I'm here
I'm present, ready
Absent of all fear.

It's not like before,
At least to me, evermore
Nothing ever really changes
Except the screen, your soul
Arranges.

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Here We Go ... Again

What can I do differently, this go 'round?
It's not like mixing drinks, is so profound.
But I've gotta find a way, to bring something there
Recognize the opportunity, out of thin air.

Reminds me of, the drowning man praying for, Gods helping hand.
The boat came first, the man said "no thanks"
"God will save me, when this raft tanks"
Then came a plane, with a decending rope.
"No thanks, I believe in God" he continued to moap.
Low and behold, he eventually drowned.
When he got to heaven, he asked God "how"?
God replied "Why the heck do you complain?"
"I sent you a boat, a rope and a plane."

And so the tale goes, maybe this is my rope
Attached at the other end, is a whole lot of hope.
Perhaps someone, I need to meet
To take me to my next level,
As I serve him a drink.

So to this I pray, to see the light
When the going gets tough, at the end of the night;
When I stink like booze, and my dogs are barking
When the drunk in front of me, won't stop harping.
Don't give up, be greatful with heart
this could be,
a completely new start.

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Clear Direction

Sometimes a rollercoaster, on this map of life ride
With clear sight and direction, there's nowhere I can hide.

Potholes and speedbumps
Detours that distract
Knowing where you're going
Will get you to, the final act.

I have to remember, that none of this is real
The challenges are opportunities, from which I know I will heal.

What's required of me;
will not be easy.
Change my way
That leads me astray.

The system that worked before,
Won't serve me anymore.
The master of manipulation
Won't get me no jubilation.

I've gotta break free
I've gotta make a choice
I've gotta stop
choosing my opponents voice.

What will win me praise,
Fame, and glory -
Is the light that's inside me
A best picture story.

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Masked.

A mask,
What you wear to conceal your truth;
Something borrowed, usually from your youth.
Outward face,
to give them pause.
To think you are someone else,
with little, or no flaws.

The Idea;
that it will bring us closer together.
A need to impress
make yourself "bigger-than-ever."

Tricky thoughts
it's us who is wrought
with doubt and despair,
that no one will ever care.

It's just a fake out - make out
an illusion or disguise
who we are is, in essence
a true prize.

My Light/My Dark

I walk around like I am somebody
And nobody all the same.
What I am, is me.
Nobody is to blame.
I am celebrating my soul;
That special piece of god.
Nothing can detract from that,
No matter how funky or odd.
I am
All one with you, me
And nothing, that you can't see.
Brave and lonely
Caring and mean
Happy and sad
And everything inbetween.

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Seventh Telling

I swear; I am going to listen
For fear a disconnection
With all the distraction,
Of my self alone.

All my personal whining
While the world is pining;
for my help and my time.
I am asking for help.
I am asking to be noticed;
Begging to be heard.
This is my way;
As much as it may sound
absurd.
What I have been given;
My gift, at a glance.
So much more, I know
Yet, STILL...
so hard to chance.

Seventh Telling;
Clear up in that realm.
Sleeping angels;
In overwhelm.
Disturbing Dieties,
Waiting at the gate.
But
This time
I won't let them in;
Defense of hate,
They propogate.

Who am I?
A Prophet? Your Muse?
Your Guidance Counselor
I am amused.

An Education,
In celestial politics.
A PHD
In tumbling sticks?

Your Profess; is simple
It's all in a dream.
Follow to the edge
And heaven will beam.

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Certainty Renewed

The eye twitch;

An eternal wish.

Something's coming;

now to switch.

She told us it would;

wisdom to impart.

Rattles in the earth;

quakes in the heart.

It's just the beginning;

of a new dawn

No need to get alarmed;

your soul will spawn.

How will I react;

How will I proceed?

Will I throw in the towel;

Smoke a little weed?

The challenge is here;

The commitment is fierce

Only Requirement:

Through my heart, I must pierce.

All the answers;

The perfect play.

Right in front of us here;

it won't go away.

So Hold on;

To Let Go

Listen intently;

To those who know.

If you see me struggle;

Just kick me around.

I give you permission;

I won't make a sound.

Might fight you to the brink;

Make a big stink.

But My soul will thank you;

I put that in INK.

Mannequin by Hannah Coates

You carved for yourself a place in my heart.

Like a worm slides inside an apple

seemingly unnoticed.

When we disappeared from each others lives,

That space became a hole.

Stitched together again with time and tears.

And now, as my heart beats faster,

the closer I get to you,

The stitches are being stretched.

This piece of my heart longs to be touched,

To have your lips press against mine,

and breathe new breath to bring it back to life.

The rest of my heart, stops.

Don't.

Not until he is ready,

to take your whole heart in his hands,

and treat it like the treasure it is,

shall he taste you again.

The poem above was composed by a dear friend, Hannah Coates, The FIRST guest writer ever at Eliminating Space! Enjoy this beautiful piece.

Hyperbalance

Hyperbalance

Music fades,
Black erased
All I can see;
A childs face.

My place is safe
Its only grace
Protection from
Some insane
False praise.

Check it.
Your sanity
Hyperbalance
In extremity
Basic studies
Are all you need;
A Buddy's close
proximity.

Complicated
Perhaps perforated
Feeling like, your majesty
Status configurated
Actually
Unelevated.
Yet still
You prostrated.

Risen up
from the dust
Forehead perched
Out of lust?
Who praises this, about the church?
Apparently I,
As I write to you
Boasting why.

Ego is
As ego does
So, I can't let this one go.
Because...

The Masks We Wear

I really want you
To say it to my face
I don't want you,
to fill my head with praise
All I'm looking for,
is the chance to sit beside you
Moment by moment,
With honesty and truth.

The mask you choose to wear,
Can you see me under there?
Your half way smile is not so real
Stuck in the unbelievable
Caught up
In Surreal.

Hide behind,
those little lies
A victim to your biggest vice
Nothing said,
still falls short
When you've got
nothing
to report.
Burning want
To become seen.
portraying yourself
as propper & clean.

Here's the hint you've been looking for,
You can't win that game
Anymore.

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The Master Plan; Or The Undivided Line

Way Down Below;

Somewhere between Utah and Colorado

Looking down on
Pretty topography
Untarnished

Garnished with Snow.

Up here

my eggs a glow
Bechamel sauce
I shouldn't eat, I know.
with

First class passengers
All googley eyed;
Who is the guy in 2D?

Behind dark shades
I hide.

Down there,

The Rockies
Sit silent
majestic tips
So jagged, So violent.

What if...
All the gloss of first class
Found refuge
Amongst the terrain
Of Americas dirt deluge?

How valuable our vain?

Would our Gucci purse,
Make for pounds unwanted?
- perhaps a pillow nurse?
Saving us from the haunted.

Do u think our sleek black coats
Would protect us from degrees?
So frigid, so cold

Coffee, Tea...
Perhaps, A furnace please?

Our Universe;

a harmonious balancing act
From up here
I look over this majesty, perfectly intact.

In awe
One in the same
Interconnectedness,
First class mind game,

or;
Rugged warrior
From the same hand
We are all one
Headed to,

the promised land.


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The jealousy of righteous people

The jealousy of righteous people

It's passing
This moment in question
Fatal and fearful
Lest ye shall mention

Reverberate lies
And talks about nothing
Evidence is wise
Yet, decievingly trusting

It's he with whom my intentions lie
A firm grip
On borrowed time
he's got my back,
I am so non deserving

A meritous window position
For me to take hold of,
Messiach intention.

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Reoccuring Nightmare

What's the point,
The story begins
You circumsize my heart
I let you in.

Your stock worth gold,
In my purse.
the game begins.
The emotions emerge
Here it goes again.

The same pathetic story,
A ballad song from Tori,
Same exact role, A different face
We get so close, Yet you erase
Your image from my screen-
No stand in to help me ween,
Because you can't deal
With all the intensity that you feel.
Whose left at the stake
But of course, who cares about, Your trusty mate

Here I am again
Except I'm not 16
You're a girl
And lots of time is inbetween.

Guess I'm the one to blame.

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Relax, Not Now

There'll be a time
When you will look back
Accept that none of it
Wasn't
worth jack

Like the struggle
All in all
Completely worth it
Telling "back then stories"
You recall.

Dreaded waste
As Seconds go by
Painful now
But
No need to cry.

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Shattered Vessel

Shattered Vessel

Interesting
mechanics of the universe
pushing and pulling
For better or worse.

The bigger the vessel
The greater the light
Nothing for nothing,
Gotta be a hard fight

In that moment,
You've got it all
You think you know
Then
you fall.

You beg to remember
To call on those times
When you gave it your all
Before things
Unwind.

It's not there
That was 'nother era
Twas the beginning
When it all tasted
Selfishly cara

Now the bitterness
From this point of view
When you have to work
Harder than you ever knew

To beg
To let go
To want
To go with the flow.

To trust with certainty
It's all good
Get through the thick of it
Like god knew you would.

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42 Degrees from Immortality

Beautiful Buddhist monks in meditation,

As I call it a wrap from a bit of jubilation.

While at my little reg egg spot

Layla makes me a gimlet, that is  42 degrees below hot. 

I rest, without comfort 

Aware of the reality in contort

Objectively offering, 

A healthy dose of delight 

Reminding myself, 

all the work that's in sight.

Endless immortality to every little thing,

Death shall be no more

Together

Heaven we will bring.     

  

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Doubting the doubt

Doubting the doubt
Forgetting that shit your mind mutters about
Disturbing the peace
When there's so little time
The worlds gotta change
Before it all unwinds.

How the signs tell you, why the hurry?
A good time to scurry.

Magic makes nicely,
the illusion in your mind.
As odd an alarming as it seems,
It's nothing you can't find.

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Where do your intentions lie

Where do your intentions lie 

are you looking For the other guy?

Who is your biggest culprit 

An Alli whence 

Others tell you to shove it?

Saturday night

All right for fightin

But Sunday morning 

your out the door 

Flyin 

Did you get his number 

Did you care to say goodbye 

What about that curse you left him

As you walk away 

Left to cry

Beyond logic or reason

Above Shodows and fog 

The ring you are wearin 

(another reason)

 

Why this is all so wrong

(Another reason)

An Opportunity to look

The other direction 

To take a leap forward 

Find self affection.

Another path, a place to grow 

A balance between 

What you know and don't know. 

 

 

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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.