Searching

Genuflections and vows, consecrate the nuclear family.
The oak tree dove is dispelled, by the paternal malady.
His blissful innocence, mesmerized by the silver screen;
Falling into the slumbered cacophony, of a dark dream.
With maternal affection, she nestles the quilt over him;
Mournfully looks, to the empty oak tree limb.

He fidgets awkwardly, under the prestigious gable.
On the wane of years gone idly by,
The penultimate act, closes to jeers and a cry.
A blossoming Disa upon the rocky Table;
Welcomes the festal flare toward the sunset;
Bathing his summiting silhouette;
Akin the Phoenix fable.

Their iridescent lives permeate the pristine shores,
Gradually grouted, from urban crimson wars.
Amid the break-beats of the subliminal hiss,
Regretful tears transcend their heavenly kiss,
Spawned under the sensual spell of fool’s gold;
Within Lucifer’s Lair, beckoning, until eventually sold.

Continued lines are learned without frills,
In his art, the lie that reveals a truth.
A stalwart soul, steers between tantalizing tendrils;
Through the haze, appearing nervously noxious.
His benevolent heart, becoming impervious;
To the malaise, of the collective unconscious.

Note: "Disa" is an orchid found in the Western Cape of South Africa
          "Table" Mountain is from Cape Town, South Africa

First Stanza:
My mom and dad were married in a Catholic church.The first animal I rescued as an 8 year old ,was a dove with an injured wing. It recovered and flew out into the oak tree next to our flat. I loved TV and movies, it comforted me and kept me entertained, while dad was going through his depression. One night at age 9, mom unexpectedly woke me and she took me, my quilted blanket and some packed things out to the car, and she started driving...to another city.

Second Stanza:
I was in a new prestigious school, the best of all boys schools. I was different and an only child, so shy and quiet. My last name was not English or Afrikaans, which caught the attention of most of the other boys. It's a natural thing to find at a young age, to be teased and sometimes bullied. However, I certainly had no thoughts of donning a black trench coat, and wielding a fully automatic weapon into the classroom and blowing the f@#$ers away. The penultimate act, was my life of being a nobody and it was time to move to the final act. Respect is earned. Law of nature, survival of the fittest. By fit, it meant sports. I took up boxing,and all the popular sports. I learned to come back from defeat, and persevere at finding what skills suited my body frame and size, for I was not a big chap. One has to embrace loss, in order to build character, train harder, smarter. I rose up the beautiful slopes of Cape Town's hills on my training runs, and transformed my puney body, to achieve the friends, accolades and respect I wanted.

Third Stanza:
After high school, amidst college and my successful sports career, came a deluge of popularity amongst us roaring twenty somethings. We lived in the best quality of life a beach town like Durban could offer. I was among a strong, dangerous click of nightclub bouncers who were top fighters, powerlifters. We worked and played in the best nightclubs, while reaping the rewards of our talents. Unbeknownst to us, the rewards that started out as fun, turned out to be the cause of urban warfare and blood spilled, that tarnished our pristine beach town. The first time influx of designer drugs that trickled over from the West and North, had a profound and sometimes tragic effect on us all, over the last half of the 90s. Hearts and minds were broken, as the beautiful boys and girls of our group fell in love under the influence of Ecstacy (fools gold) and the powerful Trance dance music they danced to. Some of this music was laced with subliminal layers of repetitive phrases, that were wicked and not of God. This illusive belief that they were in love, was the spell they fell under to lure them to want more of the drug.

Fourth Stanza:
My time to leave my once innocent perfect beach town was here. I wanted to be an actor, or thought I did, until I arrived in LA, and saw the truth. The continued hustling, trying to get in the door, was another promise of lies and unwell people. I realized, I wanted it for the wrong reasons...the same reasons as the masses come here for: fame and fortune. I also awoke to the fact that, fame and fortune does not a true artist make. I continue to live my dream of having made it this far, and creating how and when I want to, without the meaningless demands and pressure to produce by the public and film industry.

Veld Fever

This is some retribution against poachers and whomever, who have the heartlessness to kill this beautiful creature for whatever reason.

Primordial incandescence, embraces the selected litter.
Black tears awaken, with a faint flitter.
The Killer King glides, over the thirsty glade.
A wake of tracks, as sharp as a bloody blade.

An appetizing breeze, spurs his swift stride,
With glistening spots, disguised to eyes open wide.
A drop of anticipation, spatters on silent steel;
Within the upside-down shadow, to seal the deal.

The savanna sky bursts, with feathered life;
From the deadly crack, quelling the quarry’s strife.
Lifeless beauty, adorns the screaming mahogany,
As chanting flames devour, with painful irony.

NOTE: “Veld” is the Afrikaans word for open field, in Southern Africa; indigenous to the endangered Cheetah

Behind The Moon

Dedicated to the fallen men and women astronauts, from the Space Shuttle Challenger and Columbia tragedies:

The exponential thrust, encapsulates me,
While I murmur, a farewell litany.
I’m paralyzed, by the invisible weight,
Barely, remaining in my conscious state.
Loving thoughts, keep her nostalgically near,
As I breach, the unifying atmosphere.

A sudden sensation of blinding heat,
Engulfs me, in my vaporizing seat.
Eternally grateful, for the painless tragedy,
I no longer exist, with perplexed finality.
My senses, permeate the infinite ether,
Whilst my three pound universe, continues to teeter.

Passing the lunar side, as dark as night,
Something whispers: ” Everything will be alright”.
Unimaginable answers, begin their euphoric rush,
To indelible questions, hitherto remained hush.
The divine kaleidoscope of pre-design, so sublime,
Reveals itself, through warped space and time.

Like celestial heartbeats, the pulsating spectral stars,
Embellish enigmatic life, upon the face of Mars.
God, does not roll the proverbial dice,
The multi-dimensional string, cannot appear as a slice.
What did come before the clock struck zero, or noon?
The theory of everything, lies behind the moon.

Synopsis - "JOURNEY INTO THE THIRD EYE"

Set in the early nineteen-hundreds, in the mystical city of Lhasa, Tibet. Twelve-year-old Sunji Anwar comes from an affluent family, with a mother constantly keeping up appearances and a pedantic father. An Astrological Ceremony is arranged for Sunji by his father, to determine the path of his future. The outcome, sees Sunji leaving his home with a broken heart; to fulfill his destiny in a prestigious medical monastery. With failure not an option, Sunji conquers the enduring tests, before he can enter. He is assigned to a Guide, the Lama Bashir Pintok. Lama Bashir presents Sunji with the choice, of fulfilling a destiny for his Family Name, or evolving metaphysically for his own spirit. Sunji chooses, to undergo the painful operation of opening The Third Eye - induced clairvoyance. Several years later, an expedition takes Sunji and Lama Bashir high into the Tibetan mountains, where an unbelievable part of the world exists. Upon returning, they are summoned by the Dalai Lama - to make use of The Third Eye. They discover the horrifying truth, behind a visiting British Delegation. A decision made by Sunji, prevents the Holy City of Lhasa from suffering tragic consequences. After Eighteen-year-old Sunji obtains his Medical Lama degree, he must once again leave, his beloved Lhasa; and venture alone into the world, to realize his spiritual purpose.

Treatment: "JOURNEY INTO THE THIRD EYE" - Pg 1

FADE IN: INT. HENDERSON'S RESIDENCE - LIVING ROOM (1949) - DAY ADULT SUNJI (V.O.) (in an East Indian accent) In the East, it is commonly acknowledged that the spirit can take possession of any other body...There have also been frequent cases in the Western world to prove this... SUPERIMPOSE: ENGLAND, 1949. PAN ACROSS the 1940s DECOR. When the MANTELPIECE comes into view, HOLD and PUSH IN on the HENDERSON'S WEDDING PICTURE until GROOM FILLS FRAME. The Henderson's are an average looking couple in their twenties. ADULT SUNJI (V.O.) (continuing) For Walter Henderson, memories of life as an Englishman were fading. DISSOLVE TO: EXT. HIMALAYAS - DAY Follow a steady aerial sweep of the mountain range to the East. Several snowcapped peaks and glacial valleys pass by. ADULT SUNJI (V.O.) (continuing) Two years had passed, until eventually, the English teacher had mysteriously lost all memory of the life before...He had instead, the full memory of a Tibetan from childhood, onwards... DISSOLVE TO: EXT. LHASA, TIBET - DAY (SUMMER, 1915) See an aerial view of a fertile valley, with stony roads and paths connecting the inner life of the city to the outer fields. SUPERIMPOSE: HOLY CITY OF LHASA, TIBET, 1915

Treatment: "JOURNEY INTO THE THIRD EYE" - Pg 2

EXT. ANWAR FAMILY RESIDENCE - DAY - EST INT. STORE ROOM WINDOW - DAY SUNJI is a precocious twelve-year-old boy, heir to the family. He is peering at a group of six Tibetan NOBLES, mounted on their horses. They have backed up near the store room window. They await the appearance of the family patriarch. SUNJI'S POV - NOBLE #1 Noble #1 is wearing a stout leather waistbelt; and has his back positioned within armsreach of Sunji. BACK TO SCENE Sunji leans out of the window unnoticed. His small hands work deftly, as he passes a thin rope through the waistbelt, while Noble #1 fiddles with his equipment. INT. STORE ROOM WINDOW - DAY Sunji pulls himself back into the store room. Then loops the two ends of the rope over a hook inside the window. EXT. MAIN HOUSE - DAY Sunji's FATHER walks out from the main entrance. He faces the Noblemen across the courtyard. He is in his fourties and a stern man. He is one of the leading men in the Tibetan Government. He acknowledges the Noblemen with a nod. EXT. COURTYARD - DAY They respond by surging forward on their horses. INSERT - WAISTBELT The rope that was passed through the belt, is pulled taut by the forward surge of Noble #1's horse. BACK TO SCENE SERIES OF SHOTS Noble #1 is pulled back by the taut rope. His horse continues forward alone, as he falls to the ground

Treatment: "JOURNEY INTO THE THIRD EYE" - Pg 3

He lies on his back in helpless bewilderment END SERIES OF SHOTS NOBLE #1 (shrieking with arms flailing) The Demons of Chang Tang are gripping me! INT. STORE ROOM WINDOW - DAY Noble #1's belt has snapped off. In the confusion, Sunji pulls the rope away undetected and slips back into the shadows of the store room. EXT. MAIN HOUSE - DAY Father stands on the porch, looking nonchalantly at the spectacle. FATHER (sarcastically) Well Ne-tuk, with your horsemanship today, we would certainly have prevailed against the Red Barbarians! B.g. STIFLED LAUGHTER is heard from the other Nobles. FATHER (continuing) In the meantime, let us proceed to the State Oracle. The Astrologers will not be be very forthcoming, if we keep them waiting!