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

 

He dreams of blank canvas

(Excerpt from "Water street 3pm" 

 

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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