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+ more bio information"Life Line."Fast forward twenty years to the stage when I am far older, I find myself jaded.Sitting somberly, rewinding time to the point where I amtwenty years younger.I find myself pretentious.Trapped between a rock and a hard placeI fall back into clich, tired termsThat I thought I had leftFading with the past.So come what... More..
"A Feeling."Two-in-the-dying morning,Feelin' existential,I amSwimming in a sea of stars and smoking aloneYou'd think it was glamorous, but it's not.It's lonely.So gazing at the spaces in between places,I am praying for a story or a pictureProving that at least the sky's notAs empty as I'm feeling.and just maybe the starlight ... More..
"Venice in Reverie."Up and down the shoreline,Our burning necks a startling contrastagainst the bone-dry whitenessof the sea-bleached boardwalk beside us.Stopping, we would point out every oddity,Every strung-out hippie freak.Drunk on nostalgia, we'd grin andTurn to face each other, saying"Venice Beach, oh I've missed it so."... More..
"City Lights."Tie the ribbon in a foolish way,You could always play the part.Oh enlightened one,Oh pretentious oneYour thoughts-a blur of ego.Reminds me Of an endless stream of city lights,Of a car hitting fifty on an empty road.You in the center,Moving like you smile,Slow and easy.My curiosity suffersAnd I ask myself if you'... More..
"Symbolism." "So tell me about your dream, Daniel." She sat there, painted lips wrapped around the flimsy paper of a cheap cigarette, and a pencil clenched between her equally painted fingers. The pad of paper placed before her was blank. The sheer whiteness of the paper disturbed him greatly. It was so stark, so violent, and... More..
"neurosis."I have had such reoccurring dreamsimages of concubines and conquered kings.Such ill-fitting things,melodies borne of sutured heartstrings-Beauty bottled in store-bought creams-Exploding bombs and suppressed screams-Fact and fiction masked behind gilded screens-Oh God, my god!This world of "seems"Is fraying at the s... More..
"Hole in the wall (Soul in the Wall."Music echoes and fades,Rising and receding like ocean waves.There is always smoke, A perpetual haze,Like taping cotton balls over my eyes.Tom Waits is crooning in the backReminding me of footfalls on gravel.Oh, here I go,Letting nostalgia carry me awayLike I was some modern Scarlet O'Hara.... More..
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