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 ?

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.