Thinking in LA

Thinking in LA

Plastered movie posters

Futile images

Left and right

Cranking the wheels again

Same old same old

An attempt to relive the past

Redo, recopy, revisit and reminisce

Having recycled the 50’s, 60’s, 70’s, it’s time for the 80’s

Yet the goodness of the 80’s is gone

The originality is gone

The rebelliousness

From these images alone

 

It’s time for a new era

Were we deliver not the devils tentacles of materialism

Where we reach out not in consumption

To feed the endless hunger of greed

 

A new area

The meeting place of sharing our contentment

Sharing the authentic

 

You will not find it in the posters

The movie story lines

The video games

 The mainstream lyrics of today

 

Much like politics

They have been purchased

Souls have been bought and sold for fame

For money, for power

 

I Love LA

I know it not for the plastered images

Seeing the static in the airway of potential

I dream of better ways

 

God Bless my friends

Who too see the chain

We are in it and out of it

Using the doorway of humor

The doorway that connects over a meal

Over the texture of jasmine

And the circadian rhythm of spirit

The biological clock in every human

A step closer to the grave of grasping

To the brave place where the lion rests in acceptance

 

Only to jump back to the playground again

Where there are no holograms of roars sold as tickets

But regardless we are moved in participation

In this theater

Again