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 ?

Maktub!

You are
It is written
If it’s your truth
Nothing is hidden

Without a word
Not even a sound
Even when you think
What you’ve got to say is so profound.

A universe
Into all the stars
A catalogue of languages
Spread long and far

You can argue all you want
You can devise the greatest plan
Calculate prospected obstacles
Draw maps in the sand

Still
You can look
A head
Yet there is nothing you can do
Until you give into
What is already
Said.

Sunday, Bloody Sunday ( A Free Thought, A New Form)

I'm on this journey for what-ever reason,
I have to look around me in places, through years of seasons,
to really dig up what it is that's there,
hoping that my due will come to me with compassion and care.
Granted - sometimes a hint is just enough - what you need - just a glimpse,
A Norma Desmond character, and I her pimp (yet, doted on like her chimp)
I know how that story ends,
yet I'm certain that this version will not offend
It's so cowardly in it's outward glory.
A Porter mistress shows signs of old lonesome times
while the heart bleeds, finding the answers to "why me" whines
sugar coated in Domestic crimes.
She cannot stop herself, from her victim state,
all she needs is a second to turn the page in the book of history telling a story of ole' grainy fate -
long ago - When she was the queen, with mac the knife, the grand ole king.
A big studio executive
A variable that often reads opportune and effective
What has she seen, imagine what she has done
Prancing in her Chanel pumps
Crossing oceans on pan am fun
A flying valet to court her to her destination
A carriage ride of bounty
Unyielding hesitation that rings so true of a saggaterian affliction.
Headstrong in throws of park avenue Ecstasy
Get a grip through it all
put a face on with some plastic gauze
just another
bloody Sunday
ripe with old wears and puckered tears
as the Grammy woes -the old chime and chirp of
vintage vine.
It's Fine.
Sunday, Bloody Sunday.

Imaginative Possibilities

Two parallels exist
A duality persists
enabling our truest reality
within
our perception of sin.

Head-games weave
tales in our brain
through roller coaster rides
of the clinically insane.

Nothingness clouds what is
until you pull in
focus
on your own
bliss.

regret not!
waste of space
you created it
you gave it face.

Try again to get it right
like all good works
Art
takes insight.

open up your thoughts
let the universe collide
be oblivious to statistics
to truths
lies.

Restitution -
your broadest
horizon.
The ocean is yours
without pollution.

Imaginative possibilities
await.
Let open
flood gates.

Summoned By The Freight Train

I really didn't,
or really did I?
I need to be very careful,
what I throw out there, and Why?
My choices are
in effect,
the seeds I have planted
I don't regret.
So that means the stars
will surely bestow.
No matter what,
I faithfully know.
I've gotta brace myself
got to take hold
as I watch barangelina
plea for the gold.
Patience fearless fiend
you are powerful
beyond belief.
This is where you stand
look inside
for relief.

Just for Jack

From the ravaged moon by which my fountain pen spews
I channel the beat generation's list of whose who's
Alan gives freely, so much thought
as Jack makes me speculate this and whatnot

Days spent, enscribed in gory detail
on a cross country hunt - along an American trail
searching passionately for a great big national treasure
not giving the truth about all its challenge or pleasure

thumbs up, the beat goes on
living in legacy today - piecing the puzzles along
A Subterranean vortex devoured in sweaty imagery
Mexican prostitutes, Buddhist monks in purgatory

Ideology
in a generation
ahead of it very own density
while struggling
in the face
of compassionate propensity
Some how manage
to make good with what they gave
the people around, so eager to be brave

Hippo's in servitude
Stalkers Who were Rude.
Gross indecency
begging for face
socks to the ceiling
(undercover embrace)

Whatdaya think?, I am curious to know
for a little insight - at least a little show

digging deep
personal letter's in type
written with grammar error's
a passionate insight
Jack's secrets
in my heart
I will give him some life
in My new age art.

How Dreams Come

Let go of what you've done before
open up your arm’s, reach for more
Stop pretending, it's not your fate
You've gotta get on the path, own your own great
Nothing is narrow, when your focus is tight
It’s Tunnel vision to the light
The opponent is a jihad in your head
Keeping you from making what is written, said
The fear is only lying in fragmentation
The harm it is causing, is self annihilation
Just step back, take a deep look
The reflection staring back at you ain't no crook
Are you gonna stoop so low
Are you gonna tell that little boy no?
There is no time like the now
So don't deal with the where, when or how
Manifest it all in physical form
Potential to actual is the new norm

What do you see at the other side of the arc?
You making a difference, or just making loud bark
Use your gift for what it’s meant
Your talents are solely heaven sent

Waltz with Terror

I am not pro-israel I am not pro-palestine
I am simply a guy praying the violence will subside
What are your motives? what do u want?
A piece of land, your religion to be taught?
Never never land isn't so far away
There will be nothing left there if you stand in the way
Like a pebble thrown into a pond
The point of impact can be felt abroad
Beyond your borders, don't you see
Felt in the hearts of millions, begging to be set free

Terrorism is just, a lack of light
It is not Jesus, Allah nor is it right
It's something we cannot hide
It's something you cannot confide

The indigo generation, will not put up with this
They are moving far and beyond this rediculousness
Let's take some notes from our kids
Race and religion aren't worth it.

Is everything cured by war or missles
Innocent people slaughtered by anger and volition
Something greater is under our nose
But we cannot see it through our ego woes
The rally, the fight is not enough
You must not stand in protest, It does nothing its just fluff
You aren't helping the cause at all
You are igniting more chaos

Expecting Peoples

There are limitations that only I can place
There are people who will push them, to and behind my face.
Expectations are not theirs, to appoint to anyone
yet, I feel so obligated to plead my case until it is done
maybe it's a challenge I will always have to deal
people wanting, trying desperately to score my appeal

A guilt trip
down a dead end road
a power play from someones
moral code

What chant, do you plead
to which God, do you think has this need?
It's not ok, from your limited point of view
to make assumptions, then choose to spew

It is forgiven
please accept it as so
I hold no grudges
from your behaviors I
know.

Namaste.

Go for it !

Chase the buck
something you can live for
when left with nothing
give up hope?
go for more !

here it is
your time to shine
once an lil' boy, nearly blind
you got away
did't you boy
look at you now
unlimited joy
is waiting for you here
Who want's to be a millionaire?

The girl is yours
don't give up
feel like it's the end
but it's just about to start

There is nothing wrong
the hell was worth it
spit in the asshole's face
He ain't game to your wit

You're a Slumdog
a rotweiller of sorts
a big huge heart
separate's you from your cohorts

Center Stage, All eyes on you
your moment is now,
Show them what you can do.

The Value of a Dollar

Can you look around?
just today I heard the sound
of a grown man sad in his own
too high up on his corporate thrown.

What happens when
it all goes away
when the beamer that you drove
Drives you to the point of disarray

Once at the top
the industry peak
you're back down to earth
so-to-speak

the playing field
leveling out
everyday new challenges
rise about

close the chapter
on old wall street
gotta find a new investment
- one that will keep

Get ready
for a new revolution
money changing hands
a viable solution

Ode to Revolutionary Road

Whatever she wanted
it all could have been had
what happens between adults, in the 50's - it was sad.
She went down that road
- to nowhere
gave up her dreams, in hopes that he'd someday care
knoxxed up -
Ms. Metropolis' halt on life sudden and abrupt
now a suburban wife
trading the bard's dagger for apron strings
butter knife
Fresh Squeezed Juice?
I'd rather have a noose.

Year's passed on, not so revolutionary
her life became about bacon and egg's - not so evolutionary
Something inside
began to make her crazy
She can't let go of what it is
that makes her logic so hazy
something to say, for the times
twirling poodle skirts and Lawrence Welk's whines.
But April Wheeler changed her mind
The pondered the idea
to leave it all behind.

Two beautiful children, a handsome husband
money to enjoy, domestic violence to fend
But hey, It was all good
so they say
on Revolutionary Road.

April springs a great idea
or so she saught
move the family to Paris
start all over - a thought?
a place Frank loved, from back in War Times
it offered something new, a relief from their grind
So she put it out there, for him to see
on his 30th birthday
a treat from the whole family.

Absurd, he responded
- shrugged it off at first
though the idea of change, created a strong thirst
Frank is a softy, underneath it all
What is there to loose, how far is the fall?
make the wife happy, soften the stroke of his backhand
leave behind the tech-game
New York's gravely sand.

Little did each other know
a private peep show
on their own (not so alone),
A sexy secretary, a solemn neighbor
left alone for some naughty behavior
who's to say "It's all nice and good"
until you look beneath the surface
for the little engine that could.

April's plan felt flat
on her back
the universe conspired
to make her go flat

I can not tell you all the rest
but I will say, it's one of the best.

Morality Code For a Bowl of Lentil Soup / Lament for Esau

A bowl of lentil soup, to sell
A day of hunting to prove ill will
Small price to pay for first-born status
Back in the day, maybe common practice
Birthright wrought
Or was it history sought?

Follow your selfish desirous ploy
Short-circuiting you, from your continuous joy
A force of positivity. Available to you here
How do you use your dose of daily prayer?
To draw your blessings close from there to near
Or do you give it up for a bowl of beans
When you are weak and frail lay down on your knees

What is fair?
Righteous weigh - in minute detail up there
The Wicked - overlooked not so seriously
Checks and balances neglected unfairly
Slightly unclear, so it may seem
But the man who is pious has the highest deem

2 sides to your fight
Wicked and great encapsulated inside wrong and right
Impact the world, every mile done
No god here, to shun anyone

Feeling small about yourself?
Your actions don’t really count,
trying to make sense of your roller coaster as it runs about.
thrown left, far out of your control
bounce right, turning south
your karma’s on a roll

Daunted by it’s grandeur – opulent in size
Do my actions count? Will I ever be wise?
such a trick, you have been fooled
everything registered, no judgement overruled
it all counts now
no time space or how

you created the reality
and all it’s morality
every second, every creed
the value of your deed.
You are the master of your own decree.

Fiending for a Fix

Internal twirl, push and pull
red flag up for the raging bull
dancing stars
race around in cosmic wars
the probing and prodding of daily chores
I can't give up
I can't give in

Whatever it takes for this to go down
to break the barrier of this elusive sound
I'm going stark-raving-mad
head spun round and wound.

Did You get wind of that?
impenetrable dreams of angels that chant
an allegorist's wish
BUT I can't catch the fish !

Into the great deep and wide, so unusual
the resistance from propaganda in stride
persistant - it's shift in paradigm
What jump must be taken?
not as quick and easy as melodic rhyme

Jonesin' for a fix
of something not so horrific
faking it now - to the top
to make them all think
I'm giving everything I've got

Take heed, Masters of the Universe
(old men rolling in relics perverse)
I sit still, as mercury rules My nerves
central column is strong, not withstanding
pushing and prodding, collision course branding

Defend this moment
for it too - will not last.
ask me not, what I think is done so fast.
So, patience must endure
palpable, yet not sweet, subtle or demure.
Grounded in mud, deep in the trenches
I must wait until this correction has ended.

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

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

Begging Forgiveness

Please forgive me for any pain I have caused
The numbers are too high for my non-fiscal mind to log
For all the commitments, I made with my fork tongue
I cry to know I have hurt anyone.

It’s not ok to say, “I didn’t mean that”
When I’m sure in the moment, I guaranteed it as fact
I’m sorry for the promises I didn’t keep
When I said I would be on time
But got caught in a web of sleep
What about all the times that I forgot
My mercurial mind makes that happen a lot
Or the sarcasm wit that stems from my mouth
It’s a by-product of being raised in the south
Excuses excuses, I really have none
I take responsibility for hurting anyone

I wish I could take back all the gossip I know I spread
But like Mr. Peabody’s Apples, I can only look ahead
I can’t collect all those feathers Try try try as I might,
Until karma strikes back, and makes it right.
Maybe then I will learn, my lesson in part
About using my voice for something less than, spiritual wisdom to impart
(even when I think it’s art)

Moreover, My friends and neighbors
I hope you don’t think I ever second-guessed your favors
I take nothing for granted; I swear that it’s true
But I’m sure I have faulted in letting you know that I do

If you are reading this, for your forgiveness I request
I am in great debt to your friendship, and truly feel blessed

With that being said, for now at least
I wish you a Happy New Year, with your worries released
Abundance and blessing, miracles and wonders
HUGE Expanding vessel, desire that creates thunders
It’s here for the taking, beginning today
A new year is dawning, like a bountiful buffet
Make the most of it, Indulge in your sharing
Go ahead take risks and be very daring

Grab a hold of yourself

Making sense

Of all this nonsense
Sifting through the ego's dense
Trying to keep my face in reverent defense
Looking back remembering whence
I was young and dumb
Beating in time to my very own drum
Bible beaters everywhere
While I beat the brain, thinking they care
Exploring life from my perspective
Ignoring all the bullshit from a common collective
What to say when my kids get there
Hammering and clamoring to find their way through the scare
Scrabble haggle
Iranian battle
Who says it's all destruction
I choose to teach a peace influxion

Grab a hold of yourself

Watch what you say
Fighting for YOUR right, is not the way
Whatever it takes be brave, be strong
They will throw you curve balls to tell you you're wrong
Ignore their cry, be blind to their discombobulation
Tell them your messiah is coming, be fierce with jubilation
Dawning now
A new
Creation

Political Disaster

You must understand I have a language

I leave to you to comprehend

Sewing up gashes gushing

Poisons from the past

with needle and thread

Praying that it will last

Material fabrics that weave

Crisscrossing memories that won't leave

Malfunctioning stem cells replete

Begging to be complete

murky vodka muddled with toxic tears crying

manic pandamonium trying

Storms ablaze in islands haitian

swallowing up canes plantation

To capture the essence of mans weakest hour

Groping psychosis, enabling cower

Waiting for an Alaskan princess

To fly her tiara to the ice palace

With her come-fuck-me smile

Ear to ear, to fool u silly - even just for a little while

Republic of fools

Stockmarket drools

Greedy DNA over W's rules

Pioneering for the potential

Of our own mandella

To save our white asses, like an oprahella

Fairy godmother please find her the right shoe

We cannot endure the torture like Nazi Jews

I prefer my fantasy world to your hardened reality

crisscrossing wires

hardened normality

Cosmic Pinball

Damage undone

Wrapped around the arcaid of the universe

Like a pinball, floating through cosmic swirl

I rise above parallel pull, to knots unfurled

 

Dancing to the edge of the earth

For a momentous cry

Exhasperating with a relief of

Why

 

The earth's gravity can't keep me down

Nor can it's vast waters, make me drown

I am asking

Tirelessly

Are you grounded by

 

What's impossible, Evident of bliss

Ending ridiculous, unnerving lists

Calculations complete

Underneath the hot seat

 

I am scared to arrive unprepared

So easily tricked, taken off guard

Disillusioned with the trick of time

Sealing thunder like crime

 

the entire universe encapsulated at a single moment flash

within it’s seed, containing your destiny at last

in a second

it’

gone

fast

Conversations Within Myself

Are you what you say you are?
Has your illusion taken you too far?
Envelop me
I am your fear
I am your light and your darkness
Keep me near
Don't push me away

How much do you want
To go on pretending
That everything is perfect
And you think you are winning

How dare you desire
So little from me
I am here to give you everything you need,
but certainly not for free
You don't need to put your arms up
Just be concious, listen, be abrupt.

You have the gift, to see what's in front of you
So use it constructively, but be cautious on who
who you wage your war upon
Choose carefully which side you are on.
You will be tricked - don't forget
But that's not the point, just get what you get.

Stop!
playing!
games with yourself
It's time to reveal
your true inner wealth

Politics at its FINEST