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NEW YORK CITY STREETS MUSIC LOOP CREDIT: THIS IS MY FIRST ATTEMPT IN RECORDING A POEM WITH MUSIC LOOPS MADE USING GARAGE BAND ON A MAC BOOK. ALL LOOPS USED ARE PART OF THE APPLICATION.
THIS MORNING I WOKE UP AND SPLASHED MY FACE WITH GOD This morning I woke up and splashed my face with God. Birds chirped joyously as beads of love descended from my cheeks. Lost amidst a razor stubble forest, I was swept away and cleaned by the soft beautiful sunlight that entered a nearby window; revealing the shapes and curves of a face which have traveled a great distance along the many roads of life. An elongated mirror continued to answer my reflection with comforting words; “I am here.” My pupils were reaching full aperture then sharply opened to their fullest extent. I stood motionless, watching my slowly moving lips form into an eternal smile. Raintiger.com - September 2007 NEW YORK CITY STREETS New York City streets Alive Burning Kissing the senses Singing through pavement Every corner unfolding A theatrical stage People in motion Life in the raw Heart beating pulse Center of the universe Heated core Human aggression cylinders Steeped in creativity Artistic fire Blazing media banners Ringing cell phones Ipod stuffed ears Distracted window shoppers Vertically gazing heads Architectural magnificence Walk faster Jump sidewalk lanes Maniacal saxophone sounds Camera shutters snapping Mind racing Sensory overload Go Go Go!!! When do we stop? Where do we stop? How do we stop? Why should we stop? Mother Earth keeps turning Downtown LA Life Magazine-May 1, 2006 IN HONOR OF WOMAN In honor of woman On trial in America 2006 For her choice to be As life deems fit The scaffolding of her physique evolved through her history of development is now being walked upon by the evangelical plank of her government. I cry silent tears for the thirty three years that you've been granted the right to choose. For now, the cloud of amnesia that pervades this great country will rain the religious belief of one sect. Please know, that my unconditional love for you whether you've embraced or rejected me reigns superior. For I love you woman; I've danced with your many shapes, forms, colors, and sizes. Our electric footsteps will forever continue to move light across the dance halls of the Mother Earth; with gentle turns of sweet honey divine that honor your right to birth. Feel the inner strength of your goddess energy and let your voices be heard; For you are woman I love In honor of the world Come, let us celebrate your creation with great honor and respect. For without you, dear woman, the male decision makers would not exist. Their lapse of memory for the womb they've travelled has been convoluted with indoctrination. Forgive them.......... For their eyes have been closed to other paths. They have forgotten how to love you because they've forgotten how to love themselves. I love you woman I love you very much I honor you woman With infinite love and great trust The Pacific Grove Press - September 2003 LOVERS POINT, PACIFIC GROVE, CALIFORNIA Cypress trees branch into a silhouette weave. Sparkling bay lights twinkle in the dark night. Lovers Point, where the lamp posts halo a welcome sign of love and the wind sails gently caressing the nighttime air above; with an ocean spray mist, That if we, Listen closely and shut our eyes the shutters to the world will open and surge with deep sighs, giving precious life that captures us for a moment. Interconnecting from all directions with dancing spirits spinning round; joining together as one in love where joy jumps in leaps and bounds. Newsbridge Magazine - April 2003 A LOVE SUPREME Plucking the fruits of the moment from the glorious giving tree of life, we fall rapidly into a golden mirror of love; shattering into fragments of tender hearts that form a beautiful island within the great universe known as: A Love Supreme Vision Magazine - September 2003 DANCE WITH ME SWEET MOONLIGHT Dance with me sweet moonlight Let's sway until the dawn I've been yearning for this moment On the sandy dance floor by the shore Let's embrace on the waves Slowly waltzing to the stars Watching the world from above In whispering steps to and far... Indo-American Times October 4, 2002 LET THE CELEBRATION BEGIN! Let the celebration begin! A love soaking rain wash throughout all the world cities, towns, and villages; drenching humility, kindness, and compassion that flows gently amongst all sentient beings. This the dream party I attended during REM last night and it continues into the dawn. Gentle showers of thoughts and emotions are still falling from the heavenly skies; embracing all life forms with a tenderly touch. A clearing path of afternoon sunlight bathes our heads in warm rays of love, as we stand holding hands honoring and breathing into life's existence of earth. We're just guests here, Let us celebrate the dance of life as soul partners on a transforming dance floor. Dancing to the beat of the moment and a glorious setting sun; that plays an eternal song, called "One Big Day." Pasadena Weekly - October 4, 2001 WHAT WOULD WE DO? What would we do? If the spinning globe in which we live Could grow arms, And wrap us in a blanket of love; Where all phases of evolution Come to a spiritual feast And gather in the fruits of the soul. Cherishing a blessed moment In a white angelic light; That bathes us in a cleansing lotion Awakening the spirit of life. What would we do? Come closer, Embrace me, For I am you and you are me and we are one. I'll share with you what we would do; We would celebrate the journey of the soul.... Namaste Los Angeles Independent - January 29, 1997 MILLIE'S PLACE Located in Silver Lake on the east side of Sunset Boulevard there is a unique cafe that has allured my heart. Vibrant energy emanating warmth It's Millie's of course, serving great food and radiating hearth. The decor is nostalgic, established Nineteen Twenty Six where one-seat stools share the long running counter affixed. Music playing, it's the creme de la creme. The best of talent from decades now and then. Sunny smiles of the staff, a joy to behold cutting through the Hollywood facade and rigmarole. The food is fresh a palatable treat a succulent endeavor for all to encounter and see. Hospitality and passion flowing from the grill to your plate even after the check arrives, you're welcome at this mystical eating place. FROM "THE ANGELS ARE WATCHING" GOD'S PRESENCE PREVAILS Your a summertime dream as I lie in the sand. Immersed in my mind are sweet thoughts of sugar cube delight that neither fine wine nor decadent chocolate can bring when I kiss your lips. Only the sweetness of God's presence prevails. My tribal heartbeat and primal urge are heightened from a nearby drum circle where all shapes of human form are singing, playing, and dancing on the Great Mother Earth. Only the music of God's presence prevails. Greetings from seagulls, sand pipers, and rolling seaweed to my feet call forth the gift of life ever present and in the moment. Only the visual poetry of God's presence prevails. Wide-eyed and illustrious, I peered into the deep blue curtain of sky when a blast of rocketing clouds in a calligraphy swirl scrolled the words: I LOVE YOU THE INNER SUN The inner sun rises from deep within the soul bringing all that comes with the dawn. It shines brightly through the eyes while glowing around the body during its peak. At sunset it evokes a light beam of energy that pierces through the dusk at an exponential power and shimmers with ultimate passion amidst the stars. MASS OF REFUGEES Right now, in a country miles away but at our front door remains the mass of refugees distraught, astray, afraid; within a chaos caused by a greedy few rupturing lives while many are slew. Causing the sun to dim to the point of an eclipse; during the interim while the power leaders slip and fall into their graves of universal sin. WINDS OF TRUTH Winds of truth Come with the light of God's hand Remove crime and poverty From our ill ridden land Spread a blanket of love For our hearts are in need Remove anger and hate With a harmonious seed FROM "CANTEEN TRUMPETS AT NOON" NEW YORK MOVIE Waiting for the time, waiting for the moment; board the Manhattan train with only one token. Life's reality, time and space; all of its characters, all in one place. In the underground, travelling north bound; Can I sell you a yo-yo? Can I rap you a sound? Can I take a quarter? I'm hungry, I'm homeless; Or is it for my last drink? Is this showbiz? Every stop is another scene and a world stage. New characters enter but it's the same display. The humanity film reel is always in rewind; we're technically fast forward, only blind. CIRCLE OF LOVE *Eulogy to my mother* A picture of you, a smiling face; your dancing shadow leaves a trace. Your father's torch will keep you warm; through the cold and the harm. In this circle of love where the flowers grow. In this circle of love where the heart shows. There's a poem of love that's only real; where the flowers blossom and the wounds heal. I love you. |
