Writer • Musician
In every night In every star, you're there In every tree and every song, you're there And I hear your voice echo 'cross every pine needle fallen, Your name so sweet and fair, you're there. I remember the touch of your skin The glow of your youthful smile Your laugh like soft music to me …
Fearless Spirit, Cast off the ruins, and Blow off the dust. Take all my money, man In now I trust, I just Want to gleam in gold, and Rise like fire, Warm as a gun, boy, Soft as desire. And I'll dance in the firelight, Like the blade of a knife, And I'll salute death …
What a crazy thing I think about, when its all about my career and acting classes, and the teachers who look at you with silent acknowledgement that you’re not at their level yet 'kid', but you show some promise at doing the thing in life that seems so important to everyone in the room, but …
You sang summertime so sweet, darling Bille Your voice, rich like syrup, delicate lily and they call you Lady Day But to me your just...Billie Angel, your tired eyes, wise magnificent skin, lips like a rose in the state you're in, no I can't approach you I can't touch you for you are holy But …
Orange rose neglect & folly hanging off the balcony from the vine of recycled dreams, summer's child through countless seasons past strung out, cast off, living in the shadows of desire, Beautiful, unaware tending the earthly fire. Unassuming in sanctity, universal importance it remains intact, till the sun at long last rises over eastern trees …
When beauty beckons it sings, And makes you feel worth a thousand times more, But I know the price. Today I see the calm before the storm, So I'll return to darkness but oh, this house is warm Goodbye, sweet Rose. Goodbye, sweet Rose I must leave you Though your smile's lovely, and Your eyes …
Well pass me the wine, Sophia Loren... 😉
I done got myself thrown in jail. But I played the ol' boys a song and posted my bail...I sang my way to freedom!
I've been here before in a shrouded dream of distant memory, in that morning sun the grass glistens beneath me and the everlasting sea, it breathes, giving rise to the echoing chime of fortune and glory The words flow, the fire stirs the skin stretches, feels good it burns necessity lies behind me, the stars …
My foray into acting began after returning from Portland last year. It was around that time that I took a hiatus from writing. I won't know if the break was a good idea until later. For now, I'll begin to explain where I've been. Though it's always been in Los Angeles. My city. Listening to …
Then I had a dream that I was sitting in a massive living room with the Kardashian family. The rug at the center of the living room was so big that it basically covered the entire floor. It was lush and white. Some sort of drama had occurred within the family and we had all …
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I was renting cars and they were breaking down...think I was using them to do illegal activities. And my mother was involved in it with me.
This morning I’m reading the autobiography of Mark Twain, and I’m finding that the man is a rambler like me. Much to my relief. I am debating at the same time whether I should attend mass this morning, thinking about how it will be my first time going in more than two years. I’m thinking …
We'll see how long this can go. Typing this from my phone since sleep for the moment is harder to come by. I've long thought that writing through a phone would be impossible, that I would never even try to do it. But so far it's proving easier than I thought. The only other thing …
Halloween lighter candles Sing soft of the night. Under the eyes of graceful angels They illuminate the highway In the cafes of Montclair Patrons gather round the fire. And they raise a toast to one another Quiet faith, human beauty inspired. And to the mountain, watching, looming And to the stars of its divine crown, …
I caught the tale gleam deep in your eyes That showed the trail of the elusive Blue Tiger, Who slinks and prowls from the light of the moon And leads those chosen, marked in primordial fire I've got a sword that I forged once in a dream, That lies at my side in the still …
the actor waits in the airport terminal flight comes in at night people pass laugh and stare together and bless the night Enter the preacher against the sinking sun breathing deep he's dressed in black Says he's from the church of St. James with a thick gold chain and a Stetson hat Preacher says I …
Back to writing? The hiatus, if truly over, was well spent. I am twice the writer, twice the observer, twice the artist that I was at my last moment of proficiency or output. There was once a time where I felt hesitant to be truthful about such things but a great deal of my fear …
Ren Michael 