I AM A POET AND PERFORM IN THE LOS ANGELES AREA...I CAN BE REACHED AT DREDCON@JUNO.COM...I KNOW THAT "KEEPIN IT REAL" IS PROBABLY THE MOST MISUSED, MISAPPLIED, UNLIVED TERM FLOATING AROUND IN THE UNIVERSE TODAY, I HOPE THAT YOU ARE LIVING THE PERSON THAT YOU SHOULD BE...EVEN THOUGH WE TEND TO WEAR MASKS WHEN WE COMMUNICATE AND INTERACT WITH ONE ANOTHER, I AM GROWING AND LEARNING EVERYDAY TO BE ME..AT ALL TIMES...AND THOUGH WE CAN LIE TO OTHERS, THE REFLECTION OF US IS ALWAYS THERE TO LET US KNOW THAT WE CAN`T LIE TO OURSELVES...MY DESIRE IS TO LIVE THE TRUTH WHILE IN THE PURSUIT OF "REALNESS"..I HOPE YOU ARE TOO, THAT WAY, WHEN WE MEET, WE CAN TRULY GET TO KNOW ONE ANOTHER...
P3ACE AND BLESSINGS
CONNEY
SHINE ON ME
CRESCENT MOONS AND AFTERGLOWS HOLD ME CAPTIVE, WHEN YOUR MIDNIGHT CAST SHADOWS OVER ME YOU HAVE REDEFINED THE SKYLINE OF MY DREAMS SO THAT ALL THAT TOWERS OVER ME WHEN I CRUISE YOUR REVITALIZED DOWNTOWN AREA ARE THREE DIMENSIONAL SILHOUETTES OF OUR EMBRACE ENGRAVED INTO PERMANENT REMEMBRANCES UPON MY BEDROOM WALLS, AND AS SCENTED CANDLES DIMLY LIT, WITH SATURATED WICKS SLOWLY BURN THROUGHOUT THE EARLY DARK MORNING HOURS, WHEN THE MIDNIGHT BREEZE RUSTLES THE TREES OVERHEAD I SMELL YOUR SCENT AND MY SENSES ARE QUICKENED EVEN AS YOU PROD THEM ALONG TO TILL FERTILE NEW GROUND SO GO AHEAD PLANT YOUR SEED AND I WILL EAGERLY AWAIT YOUR HARVEST SPEAK TO ME IN THAT VOICE OF FORGOTTEN YESTERDAYS, HOPEFUL TOMORROWS, BUT ALWAYS ALLOW ME TO LIVE WITHIN YOUR TODAYS EACH TIME MY VISION IS TURNED TOWARDS HEAVEN YOUR CONSTELLATION SEEKS ME OUT, THEREFORE STARS ARE MY COMPANIONS IN THIS PLACE I STAND AND I WONDER HOW CAN PASSION BE HOLD ALOFT IN A FASHION SUCH AS THIS WHERE ARE THE PIXIES AND CHERUBS OF MY IMAGINATION YOU ARE MYTH AND LEGEND SIMULTANEOUSLY, AS YOU DISTILL REALITIES, SO MOONLIGHT SHINE ON ME, CAST YOUR MAGIC CHANT YOUR INCANTATIONS I AM YOUR WILLING SUBJECT WHEN I SLEEP I FIND THATYOU HAVE WALKED ACROSS MY CEILING SO COME DOWN, COME DOWN AND STAY WITH ME, ANGEL PLEASE COME DOWN AND STAY WITH ME CRESENT MOONS HUNG ON BLACK CANVAS SHOULD BE ENOUGH TO BRING LIGHT TO DARK CITIES AND LOST ANGELS BUT ME I NEED A STAR LIKE YOU SO WHEN YOU FIND THE TIME SHINE ON ME SHINE ON ME SHINE ON ME
THANKS FOR THE VIEW..HIT MY SPOT AND SIGN MY GUESTBOOK
