Food for Thought

The Mix-Up

so i am going to re write this script and finish it, i would like to work in everybody some how(basically the original cast and the feature cast) as cast member with lines....right. it would be cool to collaborate with everyone and make a legit gang/heist/scheme/ridiculous comedy. so i am dead fucking serious about this, its going to happen and im filming it in the summer and if you want in....well...get...in....lol enjoy

embers

to tell you the truth,
there is none

only embers

orange and ascending
until they cease to glow
and begin their slow dance

home

gray to brown
brown to green

all is as it should be
(and none as it was)



md

GREATNESS ABOUNDS!!!

I'm sure most of you have heard by now, but Formal Action AND Roz Raskin and her fabulous Ricecakes have both managed to qualify for the
FINAL ROUND of WXIN's Rockhunt .

THIS TUESDAY at FIREHOUSE 13 in Providence.

First place gets somewhere around a G. (holler)
So yeah needless to say, COME ROCK THE FUCK OUT THIS TUESDAY AT THE FIREHOUSE!!!!


See ya there. Bring your dancing shoes.

and your drinking hat ;)

The Nile

"Neilos"

we are born with a chance,
and I'm gonna have my chance.

When the sun came up
the lights turned on
and when the glow burnt out
the shade covered all.
A contact high, rediscovered
only through losing it all.
(don't let them suffer)

Like a current of fresh air, bring
back the good times crowd.
Take off my old clothes and
float them downstream in a suitcase, and
run with light feet.
(don’t let them drown)

Send no search parties to the bottom,
they will rise above! Rise above!
Rise above my head and baptize what's buried inside!
Let the holy rain fall on skull and find my heavy shoulders,
And renew my legs, columns near crumbling.
(they've had enough)

It's a haunting fairy tale, the water;
that's as miraculous as it is unsettling.

-J. Rebel

en response

"thin in thick" !!!

are synapses of affliction not themselves the greatest of all Pleasantries?

the string tied round finger
to remind that you are alive
within the spider's web-
with arms and legs and heart
to push against the sticky strands

to struggle towards the edge
or toward the center,
or tear the strands apart?

FRESH OFF THE PRESS AND FRESHER THEN A NEW PERM

Morning of a Sun

Home again for the summer, I mimic the seasonal
Change; a warmer shift in temperament leaves

An extended lightness that allows me to be thin in
Thick, soaked sponge air of humid

Summers, myself in bed, past noon, Saturday
And I feel more free; my lack of responsibility

Sparks a lack of response, my sheets, sweat
Through with an indolent, abstinent dampness, I

Drawn awake, alarmed by buzzing of chainsaw
Cicadas; they serenade like melody of deforestation,

Beneath them, under a red maple, sways a
Compost drum, hung on wooden stakes to

Let the barrel shift, sift oxygen through leaves
And grass, allow air for decomposition, another

Name for the undoing of a poem, this black barrel
Raised on its hinges, points up; a cannon pleading

Neutrality or more likely aimed at the sky,
Timid attempt at shooting down satellites

In the kitchen below me, a kettle reaches
Readiness; its call is shrill and dry, antipode

To water drops that tear over the lip of
The kettle's mouth; sound of a fervent

Sad mother grief; mourning of a son, funny
How my mind sends back these pleasantries

As capsules of erosion.

kt

Im in a Film Festival so come and watch my movie

hey everyone so i entered my schools film festival with the movie i recently made The Mix-up so if you want to see my movie on a big screen come on down and give me some support there will be food and drinks and booze and drugs ...well maybe not the latter but afterward PARTY!!!!!....somewhere!!!!.......o yeah the audience gets to vote for a who they liked the best so vote for me lol
this Thursday April 16th at 7
Get OUT OF WORK and everything else u had planned
get there early cuz my movie is the second on the line up unfortunately but hit me up if you are going to go and ill tell you where it is and the rest of that jazz

peace and love,
p MED

and here it is...

Points of light filter in
breaking through
illuminating-
contemplating
just how long it will last.

The shape of the shadow flowing in the wind.
Like the wedding of an unlikely pair
proves more exists than can be seen.
A new day brings with it the unanswered.


Yeah, I woke up still drunk this morning and got some inspiration to write a poem. Never did that before. Anyways.... I'm probably heading back to RI at some point this weekend, anything happenin'?
-Lt

when don't I post a work in progress?

I think it was either Monday or Tuesday when the rain came. But for some odd reason it didn't make me sad, rather, it made me want to write a sad short something. My eyes glanced out the window and saw a sight similar to that of Taiwan during typhoon season. My ears heard the spit from the clouds tapping on the window like a stranger or beggar. Let me know what you all think because this is either close to being finished or it's just beginning. Big ups to all you critics.



"The Rain Left Nothing But Water To Drown In"

I raised the blinds in the small room only to see cold clouds and rainfall;
Hours of vacant streets, disgruntled errand runners and puddles.
After pacing through empty spaces that once held something, kind of like soft hands,
I sit in my room shivering and quiet, messing with ideas
of how things make me feel
of that loud crash at dawn
of the meal that came up.
The rain left nothing but water to drown in.


A ticking clock is the only thing in this house I can relate to.
An oven turned off for months is the only thing in this neighborhood I can relate to.
Noisy pipes bringing heat to hundreds are the only things in this state I can relate to.



-jp

p.s. SHOUT OUT TO SAM SMITH!! HAPPY BORN DAY SON!