The Roaring Begins Now...

I've got 35 or so old friends who've re-surfaced and wanted (some for weeks and months) me to re-connect with them via Facebook... and within the next 24 hours, I will... because I have longed to make that bridge with all of them...

However, I've been delaying because I'd made a commitment to myself over four months ago, and I've only just fulfilled it today (the day I'd sworn to have it done by)...

This commitment has been what has taken up the bulk of my attention, other than the essentials (eating, sleeping, doing my "main job"--book editing--sharing life with my fiancee, etc.)...

I'm referring to the completion of a feature-length screenplay and my sending it off to "a TV/movie producer"...

And while that in itself is, indeed, an accomplishment (since I started this particular "work" over ten years ago)...

...the real feat, the bulls-eye on the target I've been subconsciously struggling to hit, perhaps for my entire life, is the act of "putting myself out onto the stage"... stepping into the spotlight and letting out the proverbial lion's roar...

"Rowr-r-r-r!!! I am here, people of Earth, Brothers and Sisters, Ladies and Gentlemen!"

There, I did it!

It's good, you see, because in doing this--putting an artistic work of my own into the hands of a professional for critical review--I'm stepping out from the sub-consciously self-imposed "safety" and isolation of my father's multi-layered shadow...

...A shadow that he really is not "at fault" for casting... or shall I say, it's not his fault that I've remained unconsciously plodding along in it throughout the majority of my adult life...

His domineering ways and my getting severely punished by him ended more than four decades ago...

Yet, I've allowed the wholeness of my self, the totality of my psyche, up until recently, to remain subtly suppressed, for fear of being accused of and punished for "taking what's not mine to take"...

...that is, taking the attention away from Dad... "the limelight," as my fiancee has called it...

And so this "stepping out" is a quiet, yet important personal re-claiming of my right to be seen for who I am in this world... "Roaring with Uncle Willy" has arrived!

The main impetus for starting this blog is to create a forum for me to share my writing- . . . to share myself through my writing... with those who have an interest in such expressions...

I'm contemplating posting the screenplay in serial form on this blog; but for now, I'll put out there a short piece that conveys another aspect of the lion within me... Enjoy the roar... May it inspire you to do the same!


The Tickets We Bought

Humans, mammals, animals, all... descendent, transcendent, ascending footfall...

Body-made, ego-played, incest-laid, oh, the price we paid with silver blade through history's trade in greed's charade, religion strayed, a masquerade that's left us splayed, instincts forebade, the cold tirade of rules, no play, each heart afraid...

...'Cuzza things they said turned a black night red, and we lost our head, and it ain't so clear where t' find our bed... So, he'p me, now, or I'll soon be dead...

I need ya', Gawd, like a gun needs lead... I'm callin' ya', Girl, I think it's time we prayed... Or are ya' thinkin' 'bout somethin' else, insta'id...?

Last night I dreamed I carved some jade, your name came through with pearl inlaid... Ya' danced and wore it in Life's parade... Ya' think it's part of how love's made?

I hope ya' hear beyond the words I say... Will ya' walk with me on a sunny day? Or 'neath the clouds inna' month o' May? Out to a place along the sea, where all can Be and that means we?

Where white birds sail and humpbacks wail and mysteries unveil the Light from the Grail, and all is wa'il... and all is wa'il... and all is wa'il... And all is wa'il!

No runway... No landin' strip... No arrival time... Nowhere t' go...

I know that I'm here, and I know where I'm not... This ain't no rehearsal... This movie's being shot...

There's nothin' t' think, and nothin' t' know... There's one thing to Be, and one Seed t' sow...

We're all made t' give, and that's what I've got... You're just like me... See the tickets we bought?