Episode Ill

I’m ill in the spirit.

Shhh, my Heart beat, can you even hear it? At times I feel as though I’ve lost my muse. So much negative vibes, every time I hear the news, it’s permeated the environment all around, that beat beat’s so long gone, I fear it, just maybe, my spirit’s 6 ft. deep beneath the ground.

Oh to be the Fool once more, instead of just another one of Life’s fucking clowns…

I never liked clowns you know? Their archetype and energy never quite suited me. Then again, my friends,

I have never liked feeling the fool all that much either, “Don’t worry Dear, not in your Life…” My Teacher says trying to reassure that the mob won’t shoot me in this existence neither.

I’m ill in the spirit!

It lies within the shared consciousness. Gaze into the mirrors surrounding, see my own beauty and inequity from within so it shines there, like a blazing Dark Light, Here & Now right beside me.

“I’m a lunatic.” The haunted Artist shared with me the other day.  “I’ve a host of weirdos…” His crew ready to jump and share the message in their own maniacal way.

I’m ill in the spirit?

Nah, perhaps I’ve just not found my tribe.

Oh well.  Life’s swell no matter what, so long we stay a-LIVE.

A Mass of Stars

Good evening Sistren & Brethren!

Let us gather, gather all around now, y’all here!

Here we have above and all around us the vast beauty of the stars, the Universe, our MOTHER!, in all her naked glory! Born are we, yes, each and every one of us from the womb of the Darkness yet made of the very SAME! substance… that… makes… up…

The Stars… and shared Eternal Light.

Let us bow our heads and thank the Heavens, God, if She or He exists beyond a shared segment of consciousness, and thank our MOTHER!, Mother Nature, as she is adorned with the tapestry of time, bejeweled by galaxies upon galaxies of the unknown as they hang upon her breast.

Thank you Majestic MOTHER!, Dear Sweet Nature.  We thank you for giving us… this…


A Mast of Palm Trees

We could watch a palm tree sway as though its birth was a thousand years times a thousands years ago coupled with Universal cheers from the stars my Dears…

I walk, a single step, followed by another and its brother.  My Heart weighs heavy most days, with some light mixed in between.

Longing, longing for flight, to be like that palm tree, dancing with the wind, beneath the Sun, and in the Moon Light.

We could watch a palm tree sway and learn from such a sight, for to see through Nature’s Eyes is to know what they meany by en-Light-en-ment.

No! That’s not what I meant!

No! I’m feeling spent!

No! I can hear the moon whispering.  I can hear the sun, as its glistening.  Both reflect their Voice so the Palm Tree sways.

Both are filled with joy for living each and every day.

No!  That’s true!  How could it be?

Well, there my friends sleeps the answer, unequivocally…

Laughter. Laughter. Laughter all around.  Listen to the stream as consciousness trickles down. Down the brook of experience.  Over the path we tread.  I am feeling sadness.  For those who know not joy, only dread until the day they are dead…

The leaves still dance, dance and dance, dance, dance, daaaaaaaa-nce.  Ha! It’s time, this poem is far too long.  The leaves, are dancing, whether you can hear my song!  Time to be free, cast off, and now let’s go.  No time for too much sadness, it’s heaviness does not fit those Soul.

I can see the Palm Tree.  I see her though Nature’s eye.  I am we eternally so why not give it a try?  Let us depart, take my hand, you’ll see!

And dance beneath the Sun, into the Moon Light…

Shall we set sail?

#DropTheMic Vol. 2 / Ep. 02 – Eff Today

Not Stressed While Stressed
I am experiencing a great deal of stress in Life these days but aside from a few outliers and natural human moments (aka freaking the fuck out), I’m doing okay…
We are currently in the middle of a horrific three month schedule that includes 3 productions but that just grazes the surface. The hardest points of my job are typically the 2.5 months before a production so all of this is turning into a nice 3 car pile up, and has been since the middle of the Holidays, which for whatever reason can already be stressful period of time.
Each production has multiple performances over the course of various weekends.  In total, we have 12 performances of the 3 productions but our longest stretch falls in the middle.  So it’s funny because I’m in the final middle portion of the 2.5 super hard months while at the same time in the middle of the hardest stretch.  (That was a mouthful/handful/typeful!)
Add the press and photo calls that I am required to be at and/or rehearsals and well, long days are the norm during this time. I’m not meaning this complain, rather just formulating my thoughts, wrapping my brain about the inevitability of growing up, having more responsibilities, and actually giving a fuck.
Growing up, does it ever end?  Does the quest for wisdom reach its climax?
On that note, I think writing hit the spot because I have to release!
Peace out.

#DropTheMic Vol. 02 / Ep. 02 – Light Me Up


Light me up / take me up

Up, up, up & away / to a brand new day

Living a new Life, off a ways / Away from the chase


Light me up / hit me up

Up, up, up today / & I’ll answer as Jay

Living this daily Life, off in a dream / Plotting about my next writing scheme


Light me up / let me up

Up, up, up-dog, down / Poet, Painter, Clown

Living as best as I can / Giving thanks upstairs to the Man


Light me up/ Light me up

& away