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

WINNER OF THE BRAND NEW IPOD NANO IS ....

The Emerald City - Not Oz.

I'm not really sure what happened, I began to retreat
But I knew then I was returning, to the complete
It all started to flood, I got really scared
Transported, immediately I felt unprepared

Then instantly it happened
I was transported
almost telepathically, not thwarted
All of the stress and anxiety away
my soul began a journey
For a new day

There, in the emerald city I was
6000 feet above
flood awash down below
I was sparred the drama, that I know

The palace was lofty
Eden it felt like, angels whispering softly
Buildings made of jade
Thankful for the moment, I stopped and I prayed

I took a look around
I was alone, not a human sound
the gardens spoke an eloquent secret treat
"Head up the hill, and you'll find your seat"

When I found that special throne
I knew immediately, I was not alone
I waited patiently, for someone to appear
Felt his presence, calmed by fear

Out of nowhere, He materialized
to take my hand in marriage
suddenly, all the paperclips serialized
Turning around together, we walked to the edge
looked out over the horizon, and jumped off the ledge
secured by a parachute, of angels wings
we landed into the "real word"
with everything that brings

It's all said and done
I can be present now,
together
as
one

Last Saw You ..

Last saw you
Young little girl
Bright red aura
Fiery fierce persona
Then Tough exterior
Now so superior

The urban mom
The dutiful wife
A spiriual force
Who's transformed her life

Seniorita superior
I am thankful
To be in your life
Evermore

Your beautiful family
Inspires me greatly
The love you give them
Unconditional innately

Your battles proven
From whenever then
Scars removeth, from any old sin

Free coffee and doghnuts
That's all it took
Dolly didn't know,
That would be the hook

You are a woman now
Truthful and bright
Now go forth fully
Reveal your light

Fear not what, you can't see
Your greatness is certain, just trust me.

She ..

See the Light of a single frame

into my childhood, I place no blame

I was blessed with so much love and compassion

Given so much, everything in fashion

Nintendo was born

waterbed worn

the 80's was glam

and I was a ham

Music was, my drug of choice

as I started to bloom, I knew I liked boy's

Many artist's blasted, through my ghettos

but Madonna was serving, while I pranced in mom's stilettos

She will never know, She made me who I am

remembering the moments, from my brain I cram

All I can, from lucky star

Madonna gave me wings, and brought me really far

when things got somber, dull and grim

she taught me to jump, out on a whim

to take some chances, follow my heart

Do what it takes, to do my part 

So I followed in her footsteps

when I was nineteen

I moved to New York

to follow my dream

Something to laugh at, certainly not

I went through hell, to get where I got

In those moments, I promised to try

Madonna did it, she learned to fly

She gave me wings, when I wanted to cry

and taught me to ask questions, always ask why?

Not to settle, for anything less

be who I am, with 

absolutely no regrets

The Universal Laws, have led me here

Thank God I know enough, to have a healthy dose of fear

I am ready now, to take my seat

Next to Madonna, so turn up the heat.

Change the world, returning to one

No other priority, thought many will shun

The Journey Has Just Begun

Fast Forward to Yesterday

Fast forward to yesterday
Who were these souls that came into my life
For better or worse, safety or strife
Fighting for a future
I never knew existed
Gabriel is and always was secretly enlisted
Watching over in perfection, hovering around
Preparing triumphant prophetic sound
Brought me to this day
I am sitting here, seems so far away
Something knew, time traveler, well ago
When darkness wouldn't cease to let go
Spirit was not just some party game
But it did came in pill form, I was not to blame
We knew who it was, sitting there in front of me
I was just as much his process even if he could not see
Relentless lust or Ecstasy crush
Nice to know now, there was no need to rush
That was a while
In two thousand instants, beguile
Before falling towers, or Italian rose buds

when the Brady's were reinvented 

where bath tubs in kitchen was rented

I hope 

to demystify 

that urban past

take from what I learned

and let go

at last.

Just a drip

Just 

a

drip 

in the bucket

second shift

a joy luck it

Inevitable bliss

awaits you

a patient wish

sacrifice

something you don't have

to make others happy

for 

who 

do

you 

live?

I Am

I am
Hanging on from my heartstrings
Flying high on love wings.
Feeling ecstacy on high
God knows reasons why.

All right here

As I begin 

to Fly

I am
Found.
Practically there
What about my words
Are forceful
Unclear?

I am
Assured of my stance
True and pragmatic
Euphoric trance
Feeling it fierce
Poised for
Circumstance
Becoming
Self

Facing Facts

I found some old journals, I used to keep
They contained secrets of my life, all unfinished
incomplete
Notes and scribbles, occupied me for hours
It’s contents weren’t exactly, roses and flowers
I kept myself awake
fighting desperately
an impatient ache
Whispering to my heart
Focused fully
The feeling began to start
Urbania in lust
A time before
I knew there was such
Stories upon stories
Keeping track
of then
Finding comfort from perils
Bound by the heart
Digging up the weeds from the start
Day one.

August 31, 1976 12:49AM

To be continued ..

Psychobabble Spiritualis

Timing is everything. Supposedly so .
Why do I find it difficult to just let go
Finding something, just for you
Knowing that it will come, you don’t know who
Following a truth, that many have lead before
Being present in the moment, persevering the bore

Know that it is right
Know that it is proven
Stick tight to the plan
Before you go cruisin

What I can not see
I am limited by
So I have to trust what is there
Even when it goes awry

Fallen Angels
Naked Saints
Glowing Porsches
Glamour it paints

Tragedy is comedy
Comedy is dramady
Paradoxal shift in conciousness
Prosthetic harmony

Something really so much more
Simple as walking, through a door
Pass through the post, say’s it’s word,
Through another dimension, how fucking absurd

I’ve heard crazier things
I have to admit
I’ve even sacrificed a chicken,
If you believe that shit.

42 letters
72 names
destroying ego’s
crazy mindgames.

It’s nuts though
You laugh and kackle
You’ve read it all
And you think its debacle
But the truth is
This shit works
I know first hand, with all it’s quirks
Had I chosen another direction
I wouldn’t be here, as I formentioned.

... Dream's of Flying

Finally. 

I have been waiting for the moment to return. 

I lay in alpha-state, wheel's churn

I used to go there a lot 

A lot.  and regularly, sometimes not.

There is something about when it takes place

effortlessly usually, with such grace

I just put my arm's out to my side

point my feet, look up and take flight

momentum - upwards lift

never second guessing my natural born gift

It's a good start

to a new year

filled with empowerment, defying gravity 

and eliminating fear.

Rise up

above my stars

no slave to the pull

cosmic wars.

Defying Gravity

What really is it that makes us immobile?

What stops up for just letting go, uncontrollable?

I'm gonna stop talkin' and start doin'

Livin' my dream, constant and movin'

So much opportunity, just sittin' here

illusionary deception, creating fear

for sure I can do it

just push thorough it 

employ creative wit

to get me thorough shit

trick the adversary 

the non-violent way

Bravely defend, 

the salve for the high end

I have everything to prove (and nothing at all)

between me and God, answering my fall

Pick up again .. go round and wide

This time it's right - 

I know for sure inside.

Perceptions On Capable People

You Never Know

You never know what's really goin' on

You sit there, readin' your paper

dreaming of another moment,

when right here, something could go wrong.

Let the ladies serve you gin

check your blackberry, for your latest stock win

Somethings up and you don't even know

There is a clock ticking, down below

Luxury Steaks

Moral Fakes

Celebrity Imitates

Initiate your conscience. Be right now.

Appreciate the second

even if you don't know how.

Taxi and Take off, are someones job

Sit back and Relax, Mr. High Flutin' Snob

Wake Up Fast

Make it Last

Because there isn't any guarantee

How quickly life can pass. 

Rushin' to Nowhere

I'm always on time
In sync with the clock in my mind
Patience that becomes me, as I take a deep breath and unwind

People everywhere
Rushin' to rush to where ?
To be on who's time
Waiting for the church bells to chime?
Each milisecond of syncopation
Creates the flow of a nation
What if - we were to all learn
Powers of patience, gracious intern
Feeling the rythum of one
"your late" would become none
Void of meaning, leaving
Room for more tolerance

Dreaming
in a world of
No time or space of
Motion like ancient sages of
Past of the future of the present

For God's Sake

Not so

Nice things to say

Suppose not

But you are surely one to talk

You are going to show them the way, right?
Reality of Christ-like?
Now the namesake living.

Just taking, taking, taking - not giving.

Thou shalt not
Murder. you are committing

Impossible to be aquitted

mold, complete and fitted

You are so much
Smarter
Than that blow to your mind
No direction?
Blind divine

Dillusions are a reality of your fucked up state
False celebrity
chasing hate.

Wake up before it's too late.

लव / Love

लव.Love

A wild stallion

Begging freedom forever valliant
Releasing, captive heart within
each of us, divine intervention
Initiated by the beauty and allure: a magical place
She is one with the magus, complete face to face.
Trust the light above the left shoulder
Prismicly simplistic, youve been blessed with a strong soldier
Radiating auras a glow
Dancing in unison as the rythumns of the universe' flow
Frenetic to fight the trance
Merit your soulmate, at instant glance
Endlessly giving of your hand
receiving blessings: the masters grand plan
We must envelop the dark night with laughter
Turn a blind eye to opposing disaster
Share the energy of love complete
Abundant, only yours, if you let it go - no small fête
To be shared and experienced widespread
Like the sustenance from life's abundant bread
nourishing the soul of the world in just
Gradually returning us to our ultimate lust
Ecstatic reunification of all atoms of the globe
Together. Complete. Under one divine robe.
Love.

Full Fathom Five

I am not frightened; 

your presence

within my mirror

reveals to me 

much about 

myself.

Why bother to explore?

There is nothing to create  

pacifying you.

Your war that you prescribe

to violence and indulgence

one in the same

of a neurotic brain

Blasphemy

beating it's bored head 

against patterns of passions

I'm playing my muse 

of angels instead.

Face of violence, changing

in different direction

electing to loose control of 

your egoistic reflection

nostalgic correction.

dare me not.

to give in ?

transform your evil; 

to happy grin

eight hours and fourteen minutes to go

I will sit here

as long

as you know

I will not stoop that 

low.

Pushing and Shoving

pushing and shoving

In every direction

separates me from

A true connection;
soul of the world
I'm here to correct
Too busy to stop
And self reflect.

Pay attention
Wake up
To the people around you
Listen closely to
Suggestions by who
What exactly does it mean
When should I give in
Greatful for the  process ?
When do I catch a win?

being obnoxious.

Ode d' Tom Ford

"Self Love Sophistication"

Can you see me in it?

I can feel- it's touch

soft and sexy

yet, it simply say's so much

Ungaro is Sophisticated

Stylish, chic and underrated 

Fly-  underneath radar

When you wish upon a star.

See it on me, walk right by

A stroll at the opera 

with my really hot guy.

Can you feel the heat? . What WHAT ..

That's the LEO for sure ..STRUT STRUT !

Can you smell the treat?

breakin' out the funky disco beat

here kitty, purr purr purr ..

It's time! 

switchin' my style

pumpin' it up for a lil' while

from these underoo's

Don't matter what's goin' down

this may not be for you.

A stroll down Madison

Makes it all just right.

A lesson in love

self taught by me

tonight. 

Meta-Theft !

There is static churning
Not to be concerning;
Messages crossing 

over left
Like signals emitting, 

Meta-Theft!

Frequencies scrambled

Integrity Gambled
relevance is unfitting
A web of drama knitting
Torturous, insignificant and tangled
To be dragged along, psyche mangled

This is a test of
the emergency brodcast system
In your
Head