a single moon, clear and bright
in an unclouded sky
yet still we stumble in this world's darkness
how simple and chaste were the words of the ancients
calligraphic star charts of mystery and sage wisdom
mapping out the middle passage
from the square to the circle
the chaff to the grain
inspiration poems are the best
not to take anything away from those complex ideas
that curve along like a twisted valley carved
from years of weathered toil and erosion
setting the boundaries on our mental tributaries
its the impulsive trips downstream that bring us closer to home
the next step is always right before the eyes
obscurity
passion
brutal honesty
that's a good start
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ikkyu said it best:
writing something to leave behind is another kind of dream
when i awaken i know that there will be no one to read it
the true master lowers himself into illusion every time he speaks
what is there to be said for the natural born teacher
your genius must remain as hidden as your pending insanity
a cerebral solar flare that eclipses the icy caverns of neptune
runs circles round mantras
shimmering mellow tones of grey luminosity
reach up to the stratosphere and cry freedom
sometimes in silence,
sometimes aloud
the true master lowers himself into illusion every time he speaks
what's the there to be said for the natural born teacher
sisyphean griot destined to translate the circumference of pi
into astronomical units that the people can consume
bring the people together and watch what comes forth
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its june again,
the sweltering humidity of southern california
clings to you like red and blue lights to a rear view mirror
the lengthening days provide ample time for idleness
the devil's underground thought chop shop
welded scraps of inert musings high jacked before the test run
patched and plated notions
scratched free of the grade school serial digits
the carefree ponderings of the silly old bear
unharnessed cogitations like newly pubescent wild-beast
untamable and massively self-destructive
prisoner of war to my own negative energy
the spiraling gyre caught in retrograde motion
when did my thoughts get so damn complicated
i wish i were pooh
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another hazy 78-degree afternoon
life goes on, as it always does
body surfers catch their foamy waves
round eyed kids build beachside castles
just near the water later day sun sparkles in the salt stiffened sand
me, i need only one grain to set my mind back to the task
of contemplating the expanses of the universe
the mental state of my joyful solitude blows freely like the wind
deeply like the earth
and passionately
like the rays of the sun
from the whisperings of the grass to the heartbeat of the trees
i am one with time
lonely only when i have no one with which to share
the beauties of the cosmos
like the ocean's symphony of sound
crashing in, fading out, and crashing in again
rainbow tinted eyelids that shield from amber brilliance
reflected vibrations from the giver of life
sending their praises skyward
along with everything that has breath
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Monday, June 17, 2013
The War Poem
aftermath of destruction sparks newfound discernment
hear the wind blow thru the treetops, and the north star is burning
in the streets, the paper chase has lowered a veil
and each nation is keeping its greatest leaders in jail
what a time to return, resurrected in the sand
tarnish the name if freedom to exercise my plan
the ballot is a shackle, a leader without a fan
a legal lynching is swung by the executive branch
see, i was born from out the valley of the sweat from the field
brotherhood was the bond that his jealousy killed
the sword kept my hunger supreme, gun powder snuck from the east
destruct the present in the air that you breathe
i wrote the topic when they chopped the map of Africa's shores
slayed the natives with the syphilis of European whores
camouflaged in the likeness of truth, a guillotine is my tooth
nuked Japan, and almost wiped out the jews
took up the tactics of gorillas when the jungle was lost
i brought the thunder to the desert bombing churches and mosques
innocent lives were taken, the banner is stepping clear
they'll never understand my greatest weapon is fear
some say the seventh seal will open the flash of a gun
they tell me love can not be stolen, but i'll blast it and run
re-mastered the plunge, free falling lie addicts for fun
i'll make a ruthless paratrooper out your first born son
fresh outta graduation aiming at that first million
a twisted capsule shot the shrapnel thru his grill and was done
took his eyes from the hairs of the cross in hesitation
the moment was lost and now his lungs are suffocating
grasping the finger of a friend from class, he collapsed to the grass
and i just sat back and laughed
squadrons are armed with a vengeful force
see the comrades, carving out a lions war
thought he had the game won, caught him with a flame gun
my name up out your mouth, and we'll keep this hit the same, son
label me a psycho, travel as the night blows
tattoo on my chest is an auto-matic rifle
veterans will die slow, money is my cycle
took my overhead just to fund the spread of white blow
governments been using me, genocide ain't new to me
young people stay high, then go be all that you could be
unemployed recruitment, thats how i get you sent
from the liquor store, now you scrubbing floors at boot camp
mind control is dominant, allegiance i want all of it
took religion's hand, now we forming a conglomerate
terror brought me prominence, tragic like the towers that fall
you keep your greatest enemy the closest of all
i set the court for black crime, that's how I attack minds
send them overseas, now that's fifty brothas flat line
realize, victory or death, the world is mine
its like a jungle sometimes
If I Could Find The Spot Where Truth Echoes...
if i could find the spot where truth echoes
i would stand there
and scream
i would let the disjointed shrieks of my nightmares
drown out the apathetic whispers of my day
today i vow to cast off comfort
like a ragged cloak desperately clung to
yet no more fit to protect from the wind
a trojan blankey
enshrouding my potential
in the form of a cold drink
and a warm couch
i always knew the answers would only bring more questions
but i never felt the cold futility that comes along with it
until now
i ask myself why the person i want to be
does not shape and mold my inner most desires
i ask myself why the skyscraping dreams of my tomorrows
do not pour their concrete mold into the muddied out footsteps of my now
i would stand there
and scream
i would let the disjointed shrieks of my nightmares
drown out the apathetic whispers of my day
today i vow to cast off comfort
like a ragged cloak desperately clung to
yet no more fit to protect from the wind
a trojan blankey
enshrouding my potential
in the form of a cold drink
and a warm couch
i always knew the answers would only bring more questions
but i never felt the cold futility that comes along with it
until now
i ask myself why the person i want to be
does not shape and mold my inner most desires
i ask myself why the skyscraping dreams of my tomorrows
do not pour their concrete mold into the muddied out footsteps of my now
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Covering Your Bases
So we've recently moved into a new phase with my start-up company, Black August Entertainment.
I'm currently pitching a couple of sitcom pilots I wrote, and I've just been commissioned to produce
a documentary feature for an up and coming New York actor.
The tricky part of all this comes into play with the paper work. A non disclosure agreement is the
industry standard in protecting two sides of a creative project in the early stages. Yet for some reason
it seems to be a taboo thing to bring up in a meeting. Let it be known, if anyone has a problem with
signing a non disclosure form they are not worthy of partnering up on anything so small as a youtube
channel idea, more or less a real scripted project. I'll say it again, if they have an issue with a non
disclosure form, let them go, its not worth it in the long run. I know people who are life long friends in LA that already made a million dollar project, and they lost it all suing each other over legal matters.
Its not worth it, do the paper work before you begin.
Another growing trend that seems to be plaguing actors these days is the whole issue of being forced to sign on to a project without being allowed to read the script. In my opinion, this is a deal breaker.
Far too often what happens is you the actor gets thrown into a film or a tv concept, only to have to
quit the project half way through. This makes you look bad and can damage a budding reputation.
It is far better to politely show interest, but request to see the full script before you hop on board.
If they want you bad enough, they'll allow it. And if you aren't being allowed to view the full script, there's probably a red flag reason for that. Better for them to look bad now, than for you to look bad later.
I'm currently pitching a couple of sitcom pilots I wrote, and I've just been commissioned to produce
a documentary feature for an up and coming New York actor.
The tricky part of all this comes into play with the paper work. A non disclosure agreement is the
industry standard in protecting two sides of a creative project in the early stages. Yet for some reason
it seems to be a taboo thing to bring up in a meeting. Let it be known, if anyone has a problem with
signing a non disclosure form they are not worthy of partnering up on anything so small as a youtube
channel idea, more or less a real scripted project. I'll say it again, if they have an issue with a non
disclosure form, let them go, its not worth it in the long run. I know people who are life long friends in LA that already made a million dollar project, and they lost it all suing each other over legal matters.
Its not worth it, do the paper work before you begin.
Another growing trend that seems to be plaguing actors these days is the whole issue of being forced to sign on to a project without being allowed to read the script. In my opinion, this is a deal breaker.
Far too often what happens is you the actor gets thrown into a film or a tv concept, only to have to
quit the project half way through. This makes you look bad and can damage a budding reputation.
It is far better to politely show interest, but request to see the full script before you hop on board.
If they want you bad enough, they'll allow it. And if you aren't being allowed to view the full script, there's probably a red flag reason for that. Better for them to look bad now, than for you to look bad later.
Thinking of Jasmine While Reading Bukowski
Thinking
of Jasmine While Reading Bukowski
What
happened to the young poets,
those
wild eyed freshly glazed double walled pottery vessels
of
unmitigated passion and radical thought,
The
last vestiges of ardor to a porcelain culture
that
has grown ‘comfortably numb’.
Have
they all turned to “slam”?
Have
they grown so desperate for fortune and fame
that
they have forgotten the pre requisite heat,
or
the patience of the granulated press,
the
shoulders upon which they stand.
Such
things have no place in pop culture.
What
happened to the young poets?
The
ones that sit to the back of the cafe, brooding over
Neruda,
or Baraka, yearning to transcribe a classical tone
into
a modern litany of vigor and zeal.
What
happened to the young poets?
Have
they traded their lotus blossoms and Kerouac outings
for
a shot at an idol celeb? Cashed in their Langston
and
Bronte for a platinum mixtape and an itunes jingle?
Are
they gone from us forever,
Or
are they just
Deferred
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