Internal Rhyme / Learning from My Days of EGOTISM
Posted: Tuesday, April 01, 2008
by Robin Brown
What if you could have attempted to share
a special experience with another
only to have the other
either not believe you or believe you to be bragging
one brother to another?
What if you could have learned to share
just one special event and leave it there
and end to exclaim...
"And that is my single claim to fame?"
so those around don't feel uneasy at your acclamations?
What if you could have learned to keep special experiences for yourself
and be proud of what you have gained from them alone in spiritual wealth?
What if you could have learned that special experiences or events in life
are reserved for the soul to avoid any possible reactionary behavioral strife?
What if you could have learned that special experiences are sometimes reserved
for what you have gained from them or spiritually deserved?
What if you could have learned that the accumulation of one's own experiences in life
no matter how special they may seem
are just stepping stones to understanding
the essence of love and compassion for the self-esteem?
What if you could have learned that special events and experiences you dearly hold
are all about the journey and not the destination or the stories later told?
What if you could possess
what you believe to be...
an understanding
that special experiences merely exist
to set one free?
What if you could experience a special time
in a faraway land to help reflect and share in rhyme?
What if you could expand your consciousness far beyond
that which you could have never imagined or least likely have spawned?
What if you could meet the rich,
the famous and the poor
and suddenly realize
we're all the same and nothing more?
What if you could walk a path few have taken
and give thanks to allow the self to simply awaken?
This was then understood to realize
that the life you've lead
is no more special
than the path
anyone else has tread?
What if you could feel blessed to have experienced certain truths over time
to help you reflect the mountains you've traversed and mentally climbed?
What if you could float over the Serengeti planes
in a hot air balloon
and realize the true nature of silence
as your silver spoon?
What if you could visit a village of Africans who had never seen a white man before,
an experience you couldn't imagine and can now never ignore?
What if you could be invited to visit
the newly rediscovered tomb of Ramses the Great
by archaeologist, Dr. Kent Weeks
then realize...
how astounded you felt
and couldn't think to speak?
What if you could fly
to the island of Ibiza, Spain
in a private Lear jet
and realize how proud your ego stood
for no reason you've met?
What if you could marry a Playboy bunny and overlook
how beauty was the cover to not judge a book?
What if you could have dinner with Picasso's offspring
and realize his need for his abstractions and his personal flings?
What if you could sit next to Robert Deniro
while he smoked his cigar
to realize how a person could live so far
away from reality alone in a bar or so it seemed?
What if you could listen
to Leonardo DiCaprio spit rap and rhyme
with beauty and speed,
over and over time after time?
What if you could watch Axel Rose
shoot a live pig on his birthday in a backyard
of a North Hollywood home without much regard
while the lyrics of "Welcome To The Jungle" danced in your head
as you closed your eyes and prayed for the pig instead?
What if you could shake hands
in an elevator with a large fat man
only to ask his name as he replied firsthand,
"I'm the Aga Khan of the Aga Khan clan!"? Oh!
What if Mel Gibson was seated right next to you
at a nightclub in Paris while you're drinking a brew
and you could see he couldn't be social because of his name
and you felt sorry for him to have to live in that game.
What if you could stand next to John Cleese
and feel you were small
and stand next to George Lucas
and think you were tall?
What if you spilled soup
on your sweater on a summer day
as an aid of Yves St. Laurent begins to say,
"I'll clean that sweater for you
if you take it off right away!"
You do so and it makes you feel better
that you could make Yves St. Laurent smile
and seem a little more gay?
What if you could sing
"Old McDonald had a Farm"
with Princess Margaret
who had plenty of charm
as she selected the pig as her animal
and squealed with such grace
as you watched with amazement
at the smile on her face?
What if Adrienne Barbeau could teach you about your spiritual self
she helped you find
and you could never forget her inner beauty
and her glorious mind?
What if you could speak about Texas
with the beautiful Jerry Hall
and meet her children to notice
they, too have a similar drawl?
What if you could meet Puff Daddy
as he danced on a table top
like he's leading a band
and watch him stop what's he's doing
just to shake your hand
while you're thinking to yourself...
"Wow! Now, there's a man's man!"
believe it or not, I experienced that firsthand?
What if you could teach the beautiful Farah Diba,
the widow of the Shah of Iran,
how to dance the Macarena
outside her homeland?
What if you could watch Tom Cruise
carry out a drunken Nicole Kidman
from a nightclub and pretty damn fast...
and then realize
the rich and famous
have their problems, too
and aren't exempt from their behavioral past or the things they do?
What if you could actually smoke a joint in the Louvre
with the husband of a famous fashion designer and stop and think...
"Wow! I can't believe I'm smoking a joint in the Louvre
while sipping a drink!"?
What if you could be seated for dinner
and right next to you is Christian Lacroix's wife
and you don't know who she is
so you ask her, "What's your name and what do you do in life?"
as she answers back, "I'm the fashion designer, Christian Lacroix's wife?"
as you feel a crisis quickly coming on... similar to the one some experience in mid-life?
What if you could have Jeremy Irons yell at you
during a scene on a movie set
and hope you don't do anything
which you might regret?
What if you could be asked
to stand guard over a table...
consisting of Kate Moss
and Naomi Campbell
as you try to be observant and repectfully able?
It's true these girls are easy to watch
but they aren't too stable
as you stop to take a drink and think,
"Why are these girls dressed in mink
and going to the bathroom so many times,
are they cleaning the sink?"
What if you could star in a film
that wins two awards
at the New York Film Festival
and it did nothing for your career
or help pay the landlord?
What if you where at The Playboy Mansion and could shake hands
with Kareem Abdul Jabbar?
and then think...
he could probably palm Deniro's head
while Bobby smoked his cigar?
What if you could be invited to to the fashion designer, Kenzo's apartment
to celebrate his birthday as it was a most memorable time
and you brought him a framed picture of an elephant you photographed in Africa
and wrote him a rhyme?
What if you could work as a bartender
at the MTV Music Awards and think...
it was all too much work to pour a drink
for the hip on a trip unequipped to tip?
What if you could tell
Francois Mitterrand's widowed queen
that she had the most beautiful and deepest blue eyes
you had ever seen?
What if you could stand alone on the stage
of the Black Rep Theater and then engage
in a rhyme about the excuse we use
to remain confused of who to accuse for our country's child abuse
and what we can do to reconcile this vile profile
which we all possess in self-denial?
What if you
met Bruce Willis
and then understood
how Demi would
and could
leave the deadwood hood
of Mr. Die Hard and Planet Hollywood?
What if you could
dance with Regine,
the Parisian social icon...
thereupon
realizing how she was drawn
to becoming a female Don Juan
that could party ‘til dawn?
What if you could speak about
Native Americans
with fashion designer, John Galliano to know...
his brilliance with fashion is truly sincere
and not just a show?
What if you could be personally berated on a film set
by Frenchman, Gerard Depardieu
because you were an American
and spoke English too?
What if you
could watch the history of belly dancing
with Azzedine Alaya all alone
and realize his genius with design
would and most definitely should
always be known?
What if you could play a baseball game
in the Astrodome
to touch your fifteen minutes of fame
and then went home?
What if you had a chance to watch super model, Laetitia Casta
shred her threads backstage at a major fashion spread
but you turned your head quickly instead because your face was red
and you quickly fled this so-called dread like a knucklehead instead?
What if you could watch Simply Red throughout the night
as his face turned red to simply white
as you sat with a girl he simply desired
while he sat alone all night and simply perspired?
What if you could meet and speak with Joey Ramone
while he drank Jack Daniels standing all alone
as you could see the fear and discomfort his spirit possessed?
We now wish him the best at his new address
and pray to the heavens his spirit is blessed!
What if you could prepare
a demo cassette of rap lyrics for Eminem
because you knew he'd be at a club in Paris
that you could easily get in?
He walks right to you as you hold demo in hand...
and...
everything seems
to be going as planned.
It's a breeze
but you freeze
at the mental unease.
You couldn't foresee
the degree
of how hard it would be...
as he walked out the door
while you were left to explore
the mental fear
you, in that moment just consciously scored
as that demo cassette
fell from your hand
and straight to the floor... ARGH!!!
What if you could smoke a joint with the rocker, Joan Jett
and feeling ill, she pukes on your boots, a time she'll never forget?
Well, unless she was too stoned
and that's possible...
because the shit we smoked
was Amsterdam grown!
What if you could bartend in L.A.
with the ex-boyfriend of Cher
and then you move to Europe
and have the honor to meet Cher there
and then you realize after spending time with the two of them how the corporate media
can be spitefully unfair
to two incredible individuals
that weren't allowed to be paired?
Shame to a culture
that allows their media the power
and shame to the people who devour...
simple gossip!
What if you could be hired by Universal Studios
and for very little pay
to die at the sword of Conan
six times a day?
What if you could observe
Merv Griffin,
Elizabeth Taylor,
George Hamilton
and Oprah Winfrey
having dinner at the same table
and able to label Oprah
as the only stable cable?
What if you could realize
after meeting Lauren Bacall
how much she really missed Bogey
and his ability and grace to enthrall?
What if you could be invited to Beirut, Lebanon in 1997 to appear
in a wine commercial and become one of the few Americans allowed
in that country in many a year?
What if you could sue Disney
and settle the case in your favor, too
because the white glove of Mickey
at that time was dirtier than his shoe.
Have you ever revealed thoughts inside
just to help you think
about special experiences interlinked in a single blink
so the words you share in rhyme and ink
hold water to aid you link
those memories in sync
as you gratefully drink
from the fountain of life
and the kitchen sink?
I've learned that the single greatest experience I've crossed in life
is not from one's fame, position or money in life
but from the honor I've had in meeting my wife.
My experiences are my memories yet MY WIFE IS MY LIFE
and these five words are truly my proudest rhyme of all...
for all others are merely by-products of simple protocol.
Take that as you may, take that as you might...
my extraodinary experiences are mine
yet my wife is indeed, indeed my light!
She knows my talk.
She knows my walk
and all my other experiences ‘‘pas ordinaire''
seem to be aware
that they have now all been regulated to mere coffee talk.
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