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I want a mirror to image, imagine a picture, a sculpture of love made of me and of you. It’s foolishness yes, and I know, so don’t tell me, that I cannot see what tomorrow may bring, but that’s not what

Commercials, crowdfunding, trade-shows, lifestyle, events, viral marketing, online advertising, tutorial/instructional, internal business, sizzle reels, and other corporate video projects from my company:

God, may indeed damn us for our silence and for our compliance with a system that is built on violence that thrills in the kills of brown skinned people we’ve never known who’ve never owned the oil fields

HOPE FOR THE HOMELESS: ENDING HOMELESSNESS THROUGH SUSTAINABLE LIVING Homelessness in America can be eliminated by creating micro-communities of localized housing, education, commerce, and growth in the

Highlights from my video production company, CMM Digital. These are examples of live performance and music videos that we've filmed. The collection features Snoop Dogg, Lenny Kravitz, and many others.

I’ve spent a long time Walking a narrow line Between reality and a good time Pretended to feel fine But at the same time Felt there must be more to this than just the same line So I try to make my shit

A live performance I recorded of Lenny Kravitz performing "American Woman" live at the Tao in Las Vegas, NV. ▶️ DTube ▶️ IPFS

One currently evolving theory is that we are all born into one of seven nearly identical universes, contained within an eighth, an "all-verse" encompassing the seven while retaining access to

Do you remember how it was, back in the day, when uphill went both ways? Long before you and I In another time. The days were longer then, and night dreamed well And summer was a ways away. But when it

I no longer need these chains … these rusted chains … that bind me to reality- Take them, my friend; take them and anchor yourself to NOW. Bind these memories to your soul with sometimes twisted cords

There's a small place which, in a small way, makes a fair go at perfection within. But it's just a reflection. And so, on: a note to no one. She held a shell in hand from a dry shore and wondered. And

The heat of bloodhounds slakes our silent chords And moves our mouths to spew absurdities. For, whether lies or truths, our words are swords Which stir and sting us both like angry bees. These subtle knives

Sometimes I find that when angels are trying to speak to me They don't see That even though I know that heaven is holding a place for me I can't see Through the tears that are falling From eyes that are

I sit beneath the pylons Staring, cold, into the water. The shades of sand amaze me, sifting wetly through my hand. I've been here years, it seems to me. So long I've ceased remembering why I ever stopped

I'm new to this, so hold my hand I haven't been here long. And if I am to make it here, I'll need your love to keep me strong. Though darker times are sure to come, And sunsets won't be few, I know that

You say you want a revolution? Don’t ask for what you can’t handle. When the profit sharing prostitution Of our fathers and sons waving guns Like Vietnam reruns (Shown in HD on Fox News) Reprised as “free