The Tales Of Mikey Wiseman

And the dawn comes into being...
At once, mine eyes are glazed,
Filled with tears of refreshment,
Marvelling at another day's existence.

Reaching over, I feel the source,
The reason for my continued being,
And I wonder.

What makes one be?
Is it pain?
Is it elation?
Nevermore my feelings cry,
Another day is meant for those woes.
Until then pacified unity is what matters.
Nothing more...

Or is there?
Laying back down I wonder,
Truly what IS what matters?

My hand falls to rest across her beautiful form.
My query a fogged memory,
My eyes again close.
Tears fall to the new dawn.

Sometimes I wonder the most mundane, yet I am fascinated by it all...

So it's Mother's Day today, or as I like to call it, Mama's Day. Why the difference one would ask? Because to me, the term Mother, is one you use for formality. It's almost cold and impersonal really. It brings to my mind thoughts of how you would address her when you really, REALLY needed something. As in, "Mother, dearest woman, I harken to you for a mere moment of your time.....can I have an advance on my allowance?" Not so much, methinks.

That's why I call it Mama's Day, or Ma's Day, or Mom's Day. Something, ANYTHING that isn't so formal and sterile. I mean seriously, your mom knows you inside and out for the most part, (she gave birth to you for crying out loud!!!), and when you talk to her on a routine basis (if you do that is), it's not Mother this, and Mother that - well, unless you are cussing up a storm and that's a pre-cursor to a few choice words (if you get what I mean!). No, it's usually (sigh - okay for ME it's usually) 'Hey Ma!' or 'Momma, I gotta tell ya', and so on.

Not that I have a problem with it being MOTHER'S DAY, I mean I'm glad that it, and Father's Day exist because regardless of this that and the other, they are your parents and they brought you in to this world. It's a chance to at least give 'em thanks for that, right? So with that in mind, HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to any and all Mom's, Ma's, Madre's, Momma's, Mommies, etc. You all deserve to be loved and cherished for what you do in this world. Thank you all!

Feelings of peace,
Wake up into the dawn.
Reality is what it is,
Disbelief no longer accepted.
Fireworks of passion light the day,
Movements of love,
Like a Mozart concerto,
Keep things alive and moving.
Future decisions weigh on the mind,
And yet they are met,
With pungent conversation.
This is alive,
This is feeling,
This is brutal reality,
In all its forms.
What excitement!
Tears of pure joy and happiness
Seem to be the exchange,
Thank God they have no monetary value.
I like this, nay
I love this.
This newfound experience;
This newfound peace.
True love's passion and wonderment abound...

Okay, here's a rant. This one has been a long time coming. What the hell happened to blinkers on vehicles? Seriously, did we stop teaching that in drivers' ed? It seems more potential accidents and near misses I've seen are caused by the fact that so many refuse to use their blinker to change lanes or simply exit the highway.

I'm SOOOOOO over that!!! Sheesh, how hard is it to turn on your blinker if you want to change a lane for crying out loud? I know, it's hard between sipping your coffee, smoking your cigarette, and talking on your celly, but for real! Don't you realize you could get rammed or hit someone else, and God forbid, it be your own damn fault for not signaling? WAKE UP!

How pissed do you get when someone cuts you off? How pissed do you get when someone is moving at waaaaay slower than speed limit because they want to turn off? How 'bout some courtesy signals. A lil' bit of that and we may cut down on some road rage methinks. Of course, I may just be a cantankerous ass...

I just thought I'd comment on the current show I'm working on, The Best Little Whorehouse In Texas. It's my first foray with Winston-Salem Theatre Alliance, and I gotta say, there are some PHENOMENAL peeps in this cast. And by some, I mean all to tell the truth. Everyone in this group is professional, works amazingly hard, and damn if they don't have more talent in all their pinkie fingers than most do in their entire careers!!!

Seriously, this show is going to be amazing (I can feel it in my bones)! I can only say I am more than proud to be a part of it, and more than amazed to be playing with such an amazing group of people! Ya'll shouldn't miss out on this one. Serious, get your tix now. You'll be amazed!!!!

So yeah, spent the past weekend filming a movie. It's all about characters in a child's imagination. I played a stereo-typical sheriff cowboy who smokes cigars all the time. LOVED IT! The production crew was awesome, the cast was amazing, the hospitality was beyond wonderful; I mean, if you didn't have fun filming this movie, you just don't know how to have fun! I can hardly wait to see the finished product. The name of the film is Red Revolver. The director/co-writer was Keenan Porterfield. Pay attention to that name, yo. When I star in his first and most assured award winning pro-film, ya'll will remember it started back when! HAHAHAHA Much love

I was out with that certain, special, wonderful someone this eve/morn and we were talking. And somehow, someway (gee I wonder), the insanity brought us to the topic of "back in the day". I told her of my intricate and wonderful (albeit unknown) works that I produced in my childhood bedroom (grounded for grades....thanks Ma!) utilizing my GI Joe action figurines as the actors.

Augh! I realized the simple beauty of those times tonight as she and I spoke. I mean, seriously, those were the times! Along with my other groups of figurines, there was some crazy politcal mumbo jumbo back then for me in my world.

The He-Man group hated the Centurions (only because they were taller), the Centurions were after the Go-bots because they wanted their land (at the time, next to the footboard of my bed, which included access to the 'turntable of doom' a.k.a my record player), the Go-bots had beef with Cobra because originally (again, this was MY world all you staunch purists) Destro was a Go-bot before figuring out how to permanantly stay in 'human-like' transformed mode, and of course all groups were ruled over by the sparce GI Joe squad trying to keep peace. I say sparce because I only made $2.50 a week in allowance, which bought 'a' (as in one) GI Joe at the time.

So anyways, as we talked, I revelled in the fact that back then my imagination had no bounds and no limitations. I mean, how many kids do you know that can limit their bedroom space with a spool of sewing thread and some scotch tape? It was a really cool figurine 'hand slide' transportation system by my design that rocked! I mean, besides the fact it practically left me limbo-ing to and from the door, that is. Now other than the gigantor mess, can you imagine not having to pay the 40 bucks a gallon these days to drive to work? You just reach up, grab a line and ZING! You're at work just like that!

Hmmm.... imagination with no bounds and no limitations. Maybe its time to go 'retro' and get back to those days. I seem to remember a whole lot less stress then. Leaves one to wonder...