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.
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"WORD BEAT" KZSC DECEMBER 30,1999
LIVE POETRY/SPOKEN WORD INTERVIEW AND PERFORMANCE
PUBLISHED POEMS:
http://www.poetrymagazine.com/current_poetry/index.html- Spring 2008 Current Featured Artist
www.raintiger.com- September 2007 "New York City Streets"
www.raintiger.com - September 2006 Literary Featured Spotlight Artist
Downtown LA Life Magazine-May 1, 2006 "In Honor Of Woman"
The Pacific Grove Press-Sept.2003 "Lovers Point"
Vision Magazine-Sept.2003 "Dance With Me Sweet Moonlight"
Newsbridge Magazine-Apr.2003 "A Love Supreme"
www.pacosvillage.com - 2003-Present "Let The Celebration Begin & What Would We Do?"
Indo-American Times-Oct.4,2002 "Let The Celebration Begin"
Art Source Los Angeles-2002 "Let The Celebration Begin"
Pasadena Weekly-Oct.4,2001 "What Would We Do?"
Los Angeles Independent Newspaper-Jan.29,1997 "Millie's Place"
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
http://artsourcelatripod.com/index.html
www.pacosvillage.com (See Poetry Corner)
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
www.pacosvillage.com (See Poetry Corner)
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
*A 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.
