Yes, give me your heart
and everything attached.
My kiss in no magic spell,
but its potency is unmatched.
Yes, give me all you have
and everything in between.
I will rain ecstasy upon you,
likes of which you have never seen.
Yes, just say yes
and I will give what you need.
You will tremble at my touch;
from my hands you will feed.
Yes, you like it my way
and you will never leave.
You know I am what you want,
only you are afraid to believe.
Yes, take my hand
and walk away with me.
I will never betray you,
until our names light up the marquee.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Writing: Moment in Time - Temporary Respite
He sat and watched the world through the double-pained glass, feeling the heat of the vent mix with the chill outside, his thoughts as chilly as the weather. The conversations around him buzzing and echoing in his head, blotting out thought and tease his attention in irritating seductiveness. The voices grating on his nerves as he turned and glanced at the world inside, hidden from the elements. Cold coffee. Hot vent. Tan hat. Checkered jacket. Nothing but impressions skitter across his mind. His brain reaching out, grasping, trying to hold to something, but, like trying to hold grains of sand, they do nothing but slide through his fingers.
He stands, feeling the years press down on his shoulders, giving him a dread sense of mortality which sends his mind deep into a chasm to which he wishes would close and remain gone forever. He wonders what is on the other side, what awaits him as he draws his final breath and leaps into the darkness. He wants to think that there would be a light and a deeper understanding of the universe, but the feeling that there is nothing but the darkness and eternal loneliness beyond the human understanding intrudes into his fantasy. His steps are slow, calculated, as he walks to the door, as if his feet were trying to savor each step he takes. He can feel each step echoing through his body as if it would be the last one he takes. The cold handle of the door in his hand chills his entire body, mixing with the heat in his blood which is drained away as it gives in to the cold.
The sudden rush of cold, cleansing him deep into his soul, washing away the dreams and nightmares indiscriminately. The sun washing over him as he steps through the door, feeling the ground fade from beneath him as he imagines himself crossing the chasm. The sun strikes him and his eyes close with a languid pace, trapping the light inside his body, allowing it to reignite his soul from the cold flame that had grown there. He reaches into his jacket, slides a smoke between his lips and hears the click of a lighter and the momentary heat of a flame until he breathes in slowly. His eyes open and he takes another step, then another, continuing until he passes his destination. He simply walks, beyond where he had gone before and continues, his thoughts finally solidifying with each step he takes from the world he knew. He knows he can't stay away forever, but for this moment, this single moment, he is free from himself.
He stands, feeling the years press down on his shoulders, giving him a dread sense of mortality which sends his mind deep into a chasm to which he wishes would close and remain gone forever. He wonders what is on the other side, what awaits him as he draws his final breath and leaps into the darkness. He wants to think that there would be a light and a deeper understanding of the universe, but the feeling that there is nothing but the darkness and eternal loneliness beyond the human understanding intrudes into his fantasy. His steps are slow, calculated, as he walks to the door, as if his feet were trying to savor each step he takes. He can feel each step echoing through his body as if it would be the last one he takes. The cold handle of the door in his hand chills his entire body, mixing with the heat in his blood which is drained away as it gives in to the cold.
The sudden rush of cold, cleansing him deep into his soul, washing away the dreams and nightmares indiscriminately. The sun washing over him as he steps through the door, feeling the ground fade from beneath him as he imagines himself crossing the chasm. The sun strikes him and his eyes close with a languid pace, trapping the light inside his body, allowing it to reignite his soul from the cold flame that had grown there. He reaches into his jacket, slides a smoke between his lips and hears the click of a lighter and the momentary heat of a flame until he breathes in slowly. His eyes open and he takes another step, then another, continuing until he passes his destination. He simply walks, beyond where he had gone before and continues, his thoughts finally solidifying with each step he takes from the world he knew. He knows he can't stay away forever, but for this moment, this single moment, he is free from himself.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Poetry: Now is the Time
Grieving time in Buffalo,
for the lost who went before.
Fear of what will happen
and what fate has in store.
Time doesn't slow,
nor does it abate.
The chance to live is now,
we must act before it's too late.
Where will we go
and what will we do?
Will we hate or love,
will be we proud with what we grown into?
Now is the chance
that others have not had.
With my heart in my hard I offer it,
life is too short to live it mad.
Give your heart and soul,
body and mind.
I give mine freely,
to a woman who is like Kind.
Her name is Hope,
though that's not really her name.
She is my guiding star,
for my raging heart she did tame.
for the lost who went before.
Fear of what will happen
and what fate has in store.
Time doesn't slow,
nor does it abate.
The chance to live is now,
we must act before it's too late.
Where will we go
and what will we do?
Will we hate or love,
will be we proud with what we grown into?
Now is the chance
that others have not had.
With my heart in my hard I offer it,
life is too short to live it mad.
Give your heart and soul,
body and mind.
I give mine freely,
to a woman who is like Kind.
Her name is Hope,
though that's not really her name.
She is my guiding star,
for my raging heart she did tame.
Critical Film: A Review of Final
Final
Starring:
* Dennis Leary
* Hope Davis
* Jim Gaffigan
* Marin Hinkle
Director:
* Campbell Scott
In a surprising turn in the dramatic before the days of "Rescue Me", Dennis Leary puts in a top-notch effort in this small time independent film about a man who wakes from a coma and his sanity is being evaluated by a doctor played by Hope Davis. The film work is simple and clean, as 90% of the film takes place in a single room with brief flashes to the past and a few outdoor shots. The setting seems a bit outdated, but for the budget that the movie was shot with, that's not too pressing on the overall story.
The story takes Leary on a trip through his own troubled past and a relationship that he knows cannot be with Davis. His mind is still troubled as he believes that Davis and the workers at the hospital are out to kill him via lethal injection, but he is not too far off the actual truth. The acting is very well done with Davis and Leary, the connection between them seemingly real. Gaffigan, who surprises in a near-silent role full of compassion simply done through the looks on his face. Leary's girlfriend, played by Miran Hinkle, is played quietly well, though her lack of experience is clearly overshadowed by the talent and screen presence of Leary most of the time.
The plot is quite well done as Leary is able to carry the act of insanity through all of his scenes. The only downfall to the plot is the finale, when everything that he believes was actually true. There was no suspense to it either, as they ruin the reveal by having a talk about it before hand. The relationship aspect is ruined because you know she knew that he was going to do nothing but die. Despite the lack of satisfaction in the third act, the rest of the film is strong enough to carry it through. The film is well done in script and setting. The acting of Davis and Leary is strong and compelling. All in all, the film is worth a watch and wont take too much time out of your day, clocking in at 111 minutes.
Starring:
* Dennis Leary
* Hope Davis
* Jim Gaffigan
* Marin Hinkle
Director:
* Campbell Scott
In a surprising turn in the dramatic before the days of "Rescue Me", Dennis Leary puts in a top-notch effort in this small time independent film about a man who wakes from a coma and his sanity is being evaluated by a doctor played by Hope Davis. The film work is simple and clean, as 90% of the film takes place in a single room with brief flashes to the past and a few outdoor shots. The setting seems a bit outdated, but for the budget that the movie was shot with, that's not too pressing on the overall story.
The story takes Leary on a trip through his own troubled past and a relationship that he knows cannot be with Davis. His mind is still troubled as he believes that Davis and the workers at the hospital are out to kill him via lethal injection, but he is not too far off the actual truth. The acting is very well done with Davis and Leary, the connection between them seemingly real. Gaffigan, who surprises in a near-silent role full of compassion simply done through the looks on his face. Leary's girlfriend, played by Miran Hinkle, is played quietly well, though her lack of experience is clearly overshadowed by the talent and screen presence of Leary most of the time.
The plot is quite well done as Leary is able to carry the act of insanity through all of his scenes. The only downfall to the plot is the finale, when everything that he believes was actually true. There was no suspense to it either, as they ruin the reveal by having a talk about it before hand. The relationship aspect is ruined because you know she knew that he was going to do nothing but die. Despite the lack of satisfaction in the third act, the rest of the film is strong enough to carry it through. The film is well done in script and setting. The acting of Davis and Leary is strong and compelling. All in all, the film is worth a watch and wont take too much time out of your day, clocking in at 111 minutes.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Writing: Playing With Words
When the dreams flow like sap crawling down the callous skin of the Maple, caressing the grooves like a lover, lacing fingers of amber in each fold and crevice. This time is the only time when the jewels that fall from the mind, slipping into the dark in dazzling cascades of shimmering rain, that the mind, grasped tenderly by the blanket of night, can lean back and rest upon the chest of Eternity, feeling the arms of forever and never wrap around it and stop the sand from falling a grain at a time, if only for a brief few hours to us, but not to it - to the mind, the eternal slumber, painted in Dali-Kubrickian motifs, is forever and never, all and nothing, empty yet always complete.
The dreamer, if only a man or woman or child lost in the wheels and gears and gadgets that dictate or control or direct us as they see fit, lives a life or a moment or an eternity searching and finding and losing everything and nothing only to regain it all in the silent and dark or loud and bright mind each night or day or afternoon, letting their head rest upon a pillow or a couch or a table, but in that time, the dreamer dreams - dreams which leave us incomplete, much like interrupted sleep, where a dream goes on, but suddenly
The dreamer, if only a man or woman or child lost in the wheels and gears and gadgets that dictate or control or direct us as they see fit, lives a life or a moment or an eternity searching and finding and losing everything and nothing only to regain it all in the silent and dark or loud and bright mind each night or day or afternoon, letting their head rest upon a pillow or a couch or a table, but in that time, the dreamer dreams - dreams which leave us incomplete, much like interrupted sleep, where a dream goes on, but suddenly
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Critical Film: A Review of Walled In
Walled In
Starring:
* Mischa Barton
* Cameron Bright
* Deborah Kara Unger
* Noam Jenkins
* Pascal Greggory
Director:
* Gilles Paquet-Brenner
The house on haunted hill has people in the waaaaaalls! That was the first thing I thought after the movie started on the uncommon note of drowning a little girl in a tomb of cement. They showed the building designed by renown architect Joseph Malestrazza, the scene of a string of 16 murders of tenants who lived there. I swore that I was looking at the set of House on Haunted Hill the entire time because every view from inside looked like it was borrowed. I almost expected to see the ghost of Chris Kattan open a way out so our lead protagonist, Sam, could escape. The movie revolves around Sam, an engineer sent by her father to lay out the plans to demolish the building…why he didn’t send a team, or assistants..who knows.. She arrives and is greeted by the obsessive Jimmy, whom she finds out just ONE day after arriving, has a massive crush on her and believes she will do anything he says. This apparently doesn’t phase her, nor does the fact that a man almost kills her with an axe, the place was the tomb of 16+ people, nor that Jimmy’s father was one of the victims of the killer.
The films has numerous flaws, but it is shot rather well. The camera angles led you to believe that secrets hid around every corner, along with the lighting, everything was made really creepy. The major problems lay in horror movie judgment and the way the film pulled a 180 from what it was leading up to into something completely different. Sam should have made a call, gotten people out there to help her when things were going crazy. She should have not gone into the room where the bodies were found in the middle of the night with only a single flashlight held by the kid who obviously has a huge and obsessive crush on you. The movie also goes from being a most excellent ghost film into The Babysitter territory with the kid’s obsession leading him to imprison her with Joseph Malestrazza, whom was kept alive and it turned out HE was the murderer! Nooooot a big shocker, seeing as how most of the bodies were found in his walls of his own room in his own building..
Turning from ghosts to love story gone wrong makes no sense given what the viewer is shown before hand, but besides being a little disorienting, the movie isn’t all that bad. The acting is pretty damn good, the camerawork and atmosphere are done very well, but the attempt to fuse two completely separate types of movies into one is where the movie failed. Not bad, but not the best either, that’s why it gets a 3.7 out of 5.
Starring:
* Mischa Barton
* Cameron Bright
* Deborah Kara Unger
* Noam Jenkins
* Pascal Greggory
Director:
* Gilles Paquet-Brenner
The house on haunted hill has people in the waaaaaalls! That was the first thing I thought after the movie started on the uncommon note of drowning a little girl in a tomb of cement. They showed the building designed by renown architect Joseph Malestrazza, the scene of a string of 16 murders of tenants who lived there. I swore that I was looking at the set of House on Haunted Hill the entire time because every view from inside looked like it was borrowed. I almost expected to see the ghost of Chris Kattan open a way out so our lead protagonist, Sam, could escape. The movie revolves around Sam, an engineer sent by her father to lay out the plans to demolish the building…why he didn’t send a team, or assistants..who knows.. She arrives and is greeted by the obsessive Jimmy, whom she finds out just ONE day after arriving, has a massive crush on her and believes she will do anything he says. This apparently doesn’t phase her, nor does the fact that a man almost kills her with an axe, the place was the tomb of 16+ people, nor that Jimmy’s father was one of the victims of the killer.
The films has numerous flaws, but it is shot rather well. The camera angles led you to believe that secrets hid around every corner, along with the lighting, everything was made really creepy. The major problems lay in horror movie judgment and the way the film pulled a 180 from what it was leading up to into something completely different. Sam should have made a call, gotten people out there to help her when things were going crazy. She should have not gone into the room where the bodies were found in the middle of the night with only a single flashlight held by the kid who obviously has a huge and obsessive crush on you. The movie also goes from being a most excellent ghost film into The Babysitter territory with the kid’s obsession leading him to imprison her with Joseph Malestrazza, whom was kept alive and it turned out HE was the murderer! Nooooot a big shocker, seeing as how most of the bodies were found in his walls of his own room in his own building..
Turning from ghosts to love story gone wrong makes no sense given what the viewer is shown before hand, but besides being a little disorienting, the movie isn’t all that bad. The acting is pretty damn good, the camerawork and atmosphere are done very well, but the attempt to fuse two completely separate types of movies into one is where the movie failed. Not bad, but not the best either, that’s why it gets a 3.7 out of 5.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Critical Film: A Review of From Beyond
From Beyond (1986)
Starring:
* Jeffery Combs
* Barbara Crampton
* Ted Sorel
* Ken Foree
Director:
* Stewart Gordon
Adapted from H.P. Lovecraft, From Beyond is a story of mad science gone wrong. A portal to a dimension out of sync with our own is discovered through a certain harmonic pitch which stimulates the pineal gland. The dimension it uncovers though, is full of brain eating monsters! Dr. Pretorius, who was just born to be a mad scientist, creates the device and ends up merging with a monster FROOOOM BEEEYOOOONNNNDDDDD and it’s up to Crawford to prove that the device should be dismantled and that he wasn’t crazy. The movie has a great line after Crawford is committed to the psych ward, “It ate his head…like… a GINGERBREAD MAN!”, I couldn’t help but laugh at that line. The movie itself is about Dr. Crawford, Bubba the police officer, and Dr. McMichaels trying to fight the urge of keeping the machine on and giving into the high it gives you and the evil that is beyond our own world.
The movie is actually quite well done, having an almost Poe-esque feel to parts of it. The monster effects were classic 1980’s, utilizing a lot of gore and plastic faces being melted, but combine the effects with the feeling the set gave, along with the out of this world orchestral score, this movie excelled. It did drag on in parts, when you wish that the movie would stop going for lame quips or unneeded “feeding” scenes, but that was really the only part that dragged it down. The nudity is underplayed by the raw sexual desires that Dr. McMichaels was feeling. It was quite a sight to see her give an unconscious Crawford a handjob while she was dressed as a dominatrix, even for the 80’s! The movie was a good trip through the twisted landscapes Lovecraft has always provided, but the ending was somewhat strange. Crawford was mutating due to his exposure to the device, but McMichaels should be mutating as well, but that was never brought up as the movie ended with her laughing crazily, probably negating the freedom Crawford allowed her to have by sacrificing himself to the other dimension in an eternal struggle between Pretorious and himself. All in all, despite the campy effects, the script, plot, and character acting more than make up for the flaws of this film.
Starring:
* Jeffery Combs
* Barbara Crampton
* Ted Sorel
* Ken Foree
Director:
* Stewart Gordon
Adapted from H.P. Lovecraft, From Beyond is a story of mad science gone wrong. A portal to a dimension out of sync with our own is discovered through a certain harmonic pitch which stimulates the pineal gland. The dimension it uncovers though, is full of brain eating monsters! Dr. Pretorius, who was just born to be a mad scientist, creates the device and ends up merging with a monster FROOOOM BEEEYOOOONNNNDDDDD and it’s up to Crawford to prove that the device should be dismantled and that he wasn’t crazy. The movie has a great line after Crawford is committed to the psych ward, “It ate his head…like… a GINGERBREAD MAN!”, I couldn’t help but laugh at that line. The movie itself is about Dr. Crawford, Bubba the police officer, and Dr. McMichaels trying to fight the urge of keeping the machine on and giving into the high it gives you and the evil that is beyond our own world.
The movie is actually quite well done, having an almost Poe-esque feel to parts of it. The monster effects were classic 1980’s, utilizing a lot of gore and plastic faces being melted, but combine the effects with the feeling the set gave, along with the out of this world orchestral score, this movie excelled. It did drag on in parts, when you wish that the movie would stop going for lame quips or unneeded “feeding” scenes, but that was really the only part that dragged it down. The nudity is underplayed by the raw sexual desires that Dr. McMichaels was feeling. It was quite a sight to see her give an unconscious Crawford a handjob while she was dressed as a dominatrix, even for the 80’s! The movie was a good trip through the twisted landscapes Lovecraft has always provided, but the ending was somewhat strange. Crawford was mutating due to his exposure to the device, but McMichaels should be mutating as well, but that was never brought up as the movie ended with her laughing crazily, probably negating the freedom Crawford allowed her to have by sacrificing himself to the other dimension in an eternal struggle between Pretorious and himself. All in all, despite the campy effects, the script, plot, and character acting more than make up for the flaws of this film.
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