Writer • Musician
Ren Michael · When I Come Home To You Drum.beat The sound is something of dreams, unusual yet deeply familiar. of something seemingly far but well within. Its like this, I write of the cosmos the music reflecting the land, the city the elements. As I am a force of nature, we are nature All …
I paint fire and in mud. I paint reds and greens and I make love I am the artist in your dreams, far at the end of the street in the dark alleyways and star-lit night scapes. I am in relation with man and nature, the city and the wild. For I am all of …
All is one and One is All
Paradise lies belongs to us all, and If He were alive He’d be in the slums, the projects, wandering in the food deserts of the world stepping foot in mega churches only to tell everyone in them how full of *it they are he'd be outlawed, named a disturber of the peace now just as …
I just had one of the most fantastic breakfasts of my life, and After a good long wait I’m a changeling back on the scene not a moment too soon here with my people, this Saturday morning through the early afternoon sipping my coffee late in October, for Halloween’s a-coming and the air is cool …
The only sin I ever committed was stepping away from who I am as if it was ever necessary in order to love others. We create, express who we are and meet at the overlap The courtyard we call democracy jazz love. -- The world’s customs and perspectives are changing, the resistance to it is …
My religion is one of my creation pretty sure I am the only member.
LA taxi cab latin beats thundering beneath as the sun sets over town leading to the Hollywood Bowl it's late in summer at the amphitheater this old film feels brand-new the orchestra readies neath the silver screen for Amadeus: life of a jealous colleague and conspirator we’re here people of the city gathered again both …
One of the most important things anyone can learn right off the bat is the difference between taking the work seriously and the self seriously and to operate from the former rather than the latter. In fact learning to not take oneself so seriously will be better for the work, which will in turn better …
People are losing the human touch that sense of the real visceral rapturous experience. They long for it again. Bring us an acoustic guitar and light a match to the fire pit, turn over our furniture and let’s dance around the bonfire. We’ll paint tomorrow morning and get to work I’ll make the coffee You …
Last night I saw a film A gangster film in a graveyard. no shit, with wild children seeking to be yet still tamed without seeing but knowing. Shall we dance just like this? Liberated and in-step with ahead and behind and top and bottom where all are merely one repeating in breathing, rhyming in its …
I’m going back in where things are seen by stepping back and laying low staying loose, ready to go this is only a pome, but we’re on the move never free bound to earth to make the scene just breath and see dance and dwell right in your beat there you’ll see it’s you and …
Words & Music by Ren Michael I need a good friend Who goes on more than instinct Though when you show me the source Don’t pretend not to blink You claim to report But now you tell me what to think I’m over it man I’m here the brink I’ll see you at home I’ll …
I think I’ll be living in Santa Fe soon picture me walking ‘long a New Mexico road that Pueblo adobe & streetlights of candlit brown paper bags on a winters night me and the moon and You standing before St. Francis cathedral yea I can see it I can see that being my little midnight …
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I write on the backs of napkins I write on scraps of tissue paper for you ought to not sweat the fancy jet the time yet, no or the old lessons of propriety don't stack that shelf full of fancy volumes, neither no, don't overload the head with journals with their pages crisp and clean …
I read your words late this morning to rock and roll in the living room booming, resounding as clouds roll, overcast in mysterious oncoming afternoon daze......... Are we here? Is everybody in? Is that working now. Is it just me? Do I type too fast? I am just? Trying to type my poem, for Kerouac …
I keep reading about your life wanting to know more and see, increasingly how much one can learn from you, by your example. your level of commitment your discipline, vision your athleticism and focus a keen intellect. with respect to your craft and further… a heightened awareness of self a devotion to your family and …
The Hungarian rhapsody by dear ol' friend Franz Liszt as I've read the words aloud to myself and feel that I might recite them all as they become bonded to my own in soul, as I proclaim this new music of ours o'er the cliffs of Cambria at Moonstone Beach, as my forebears brought me …
typing late at night the halls are silent kitchen’s quiet, all I hear is the tapping of the keys the low hum of the fridge and the sound of the lonesome rider driving in the night, as ever down Normandie I hear him the lone rider he’s outside my window waiting not quite lonely, no …
have the ashes settled over discord & broken glass to take a stand? as the storm approaches equalizing all to a barren land and surely, we know we must, and so shall we trust one another invest in eachother to save ourselves our home? this globe here we are, we stand alone I know but …
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