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Telekenetic Zoo is a collection of poems/songs
and illustrations by Mark Dannon Herbert with over 15 years in the making! The book will be accompanied with
a multimedia cd containing bonus images and music recordings...
Release date for the book has not been set! (Excerpt from Telekinetic Zoo) Love entered the wasteland on a starry night I saw a star cascading through the sky then looked and saw it reflected in your eyes I made wish that we would never part We burned scraps of trash and watched the moon fade into twilight Railroad tracks descending into the horizon A picture immortalized on glossy paper That picture is where it all started. When the button clicked on the camera, It forever melded our souls together It was there I found out about art, life and the beauty of chaos We knew then like we know now We will struggle forever, but we will know that we are alive We have chosen our paths We must live as free as we can, and bring our creations from out hearts And give birth to gifts from the Earth We will weather the storms together, We will climb mountains and share the view from the same perch
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Blank Canvas Blank Canvas Empty and bare Gleaming with potential Raw and unadulterated Like a web waiting to ensnare ideas as they float by Thoughts as they escape the prison of my mind The surface beckons to be soaked with vibrant color First it whispers, Then it screams Tickle
me with your soft brush Use
me Deep blues and bright reds Violet hazes and winter grays Lush green, and juicy oranges Neon rainbows against pitch black I
am a creation for capturing creation You
molded and made me You
fashioned and forged me I
am your humble servant Your
will is my will Quickly the Artist grabs his weapon of choice The trusty sword he calls Sir Marks a lot A fury of lines and it is begun The faces he sees stare back at him They are crude and unrefined He begins to fill them in. One is missing a nose Another an eye Look this one has no lips. When all the blind can see And the mutes are choir worthy The artist may rest and dream (Excerpt from "Water street
Then the noise of the hunter The green bow made of wood. Sit at a table of distrust and loneliness? Beseech the queen? Twenty five cents in a payphone? I can see her form on blank canvas I can smell love-lust burning Greedy pigeon Dirt cloud saint There is no sound Nor sight Only feeling Ketchup spill, colloidal mass Sorry fro the distraction Parasites paradise Come sit with me. Let me tell you my story Do you know me? Trust me blindly. Stale air without company Dragged through the city street, bound by the feet This is the rhythm of pain Tooth ache love song The cat that laps of milk from the bowl of laughter is starving Not a drop of humor here All used up
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