Some New Poems

Instead of an update on the trouble I've been getting into out in LA (which is forthcoming), here are a few poems I wrote in the past month:

Where Dreams Go To Die (ode to Los Angeles)

Why this insistence on seeing your image on the big screen?

Why delay doing anything worthwhile until this mosquito is out of your system?

Why fulfill selfish-

Stop.

Why allow a poem to make you stay at home,

Leaving you with the harnessing feeling of

What if?

When dreams set they never organically rise again.

But what if dreams die?

Change the cliché

So you can sleep knowing

Success and passion

Are the difference between

How the world understands you and

How you see yourself.

Chase dreams until another exhausts your soul with excitement.

Acting is art.

Art inspires.

What does this tired world need more of?

Extra (By Way Of Specking): Day 1

9:00am. Follow buddy in thick morning traffic. Park. Get in van. Get dropped off. Ask if extra extras are needed. Scolded for riding in van- they are now liable for someone who is not signed up to work on the set. Wait. Ask again. Told to sit down. Eat breakfast. Wait. Approached. Asked if I ate. Say no. He seems satisfied. I'm in- someone didn't show. Sign voucher. Go to wardrobe. Wait (in scorching sun). Shoot breeze with other extras. Wait. My turn. Told to put on new shirt. Done. Wait. Not approved by one. Few minutes later, approved by another. Hair needs trim. Wait. Get trim from friendly stylist. Good to go back to home base. Wait. Start writing this poem. Hear “At least I have a job.” Get approved by assistant director. Get instruction. Cross street. Told where to stand. Get moved. Wait. Director explains what to do: we are dancing, having fun. Rehearse. Picture up. Rolling. Action. Dance and smile. Cut. Watch crew work. Wait.  Talk to fellow extra.  Picture up. Rolling. Action. Dance. Cut. Repeat (x 10). Shuffled under stage. About to sit down, shuffled back on stage. Wait. Picture up. Rolling. Action. Dance. Cut. Repeat (x 5). Shuffled under stage. Talk to fellow extra. Get picture taken in group of five. Wait. Shuffled on stage. Wait. Picture up. Rolling. Action. Cut. Get moved upstairs. Not enough time to film. 5:00pm. Break for lunch. Walk back to home base. Eat large meal in the dark. Eyes are bigger than stomach.  Same is true for half of the extras.  Talk to neighbor. Crew puts lights in room. Called outside on street. Get put in group of four. Talk. Rolling (?). Moved to different street. Talk. Get selected for scene. Rejected for height reasons. Stand by. Told to line up against wall for scene. Told to move down a few places. Wait. Still too tall. Back to street with unused extras. Talk to cop. Wait. Shuffled inside under stage. Told to go back outside. Wait. Lead back under stage. Wait. That's a wrap. Get changed. Instructed they need us tomorrow- call time: 11:00am. Fill out voucher.  Wait in line.  Turn in voucher. Get in van. Get dropped off. Get in car. 1:30am. Head home. Check in mail. Wait for minimum wage. Repeat process in 8 hours.

Only Read This Poem If You Plan To Act...

Every day take 4 deep breaths,

Sing 3 calming songs,

Dance uninhibited 2 times-

All for 1 goal:

To float a heavy heart.

I need release, relief, restoration.

I admit I need help.

The help of honest physical touch

And real supernatural love.

If I can't feel, I can't understand.

Give me more than mechanical, methodical numbers-

Give me a kiss of reassurance:

I am meaningful,

I am significant,

I am not wasting air.

Speed up my worth and slow down my ego.

Can I be ONE with the stranger at the gas station

And with the friend at the dinner table?

Breathing, singing and dancing can be done alone,

But goals are achieved by help from ANOTHER.

Please,

Hug me today-

I am waiting..........

(Reread title)

Feel free to give me any and all constructive criticism! Oh, and just in case you didn't get to see me as a Zombie on those MTV Halloween Promos, here are the links:

"That was my grandmother's vase:"

http://www.mtv.com/videos/misc/449982/that-was-my-grandmothers-vase.jhtml.

Zombie Dancing:

http://www.mtv.com/videos/misc/449147/future-love-live.jhtml#id=1624508.