He's broken down, exhausted, his back in great pain But his heart is resolved, inside's thunder and rain. And though his feet can't carry the weight of his motion He looks east and is merry for the promise 'cross the ocean. He dreams of Madrid and Seville, and the running of the Bulls Pamplona, Barcelona, …
Song to the Young Pilgrim
Fear not youngblood, lying neath the sun, for I crave only adventure. Embrace this day, for there is no way to sit and predict the future. Yes I see you, young and warm and resting by fire And I know, for I am old, of all the things you desire; But you haven’t seen the …
You’re There
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 …
Song for Billie
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 and Eyes Almighty
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 …
Goodbye Rose
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 …
The Crystal Ship (And I Love Her)
Parla Più Piano (Speak Softly Love)
Well pass me the wine, Sophia Loren... 😉
Folsom Prison Blues
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!
An actor, like a rolling stone.
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 …
Jesuit Impressions
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 …
So easy
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 …
Highway Candles
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, …
The Magic Tea House and the Blue Tiger
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 Priest and the Young Showman
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 …
A Friend in the Dungeons of Babylon
When I saw the eyes of a faithful friend Welcoming over the fire, I saw the warmth of human heaven Arrive to me, long desired. And it was through treacherous rain and deep ravines that I clung true to the sight; When I slept amongst wolves and fiends, My lost friends, these children of the …
Looks Like Life in Your Eyes II
Jude Moonlight~ I got back into town around an hour ago and I saw that the place had been overrun with pigeons and gossip. So I kept moving and came upon a white moon glistening over the red sands. Summer falls behind arriving summer trains. And I fall in love with an amber rain and …
Looks like life in your eyes…
Jude Moonlight ~ The baker wore a mustache and he smiled to me and he said, "Where you been, dear boy? What you been up to?" I said, "I been here, dear man. I been here, I got stuck on a girl and I can't get her off of my mind." And he said that'll …
Warm Company
The afternoon counter he stands behind, The baker awaits the seven days' chimes. He's reminded of beauty, smiling through a long life. And to blue skies he stands to rise, With tears of joy, which stream from his eyes. He's an Englishman, born in the West End, he says. "Like to go back again, but …
Welcome Home
A change in style ought to explain the hiatus. But it is New Years Eve. - It was some kind of Christmas. 2012 a hell of a year. I can see the beast majestic in the old desert storm and I look upon my own hands, remembering how I stood on the hilltop awaiting the …
Ren Michael 