Raisin Braden

les goûts et les couleurs ne se discutent pas

Two tigers real fast
One red shoe lost
A man and his mojo
Fishing with worms
Music in a submarine
Messages on tape
Callers on hold
Blue paper on fire
Understand?

A Lucky Day

EXT. DESERT CANYON. DAY.

Desert. A distant beat of drums is mesmerizing. A tribal beat. A man looks out on the dusty vistas and smokes a cigarette…exhaling on the rhythmic thump…thump…thump that washes across his ears on the way to some unknown destination. The air is crisp. The sun is harsh. The rocks are large. His cigarette is finished.

He stands and we see a young man of 26, SEAN. Handsome, but rough from a street existence. He is dressed in jungle khakis. Surveying the landscape his eyes fall upon the car behind him. The beat is coming from the car. Another male, TED, about 24, is sitting in the car counting something in a bag. Anxious, SEAN walks toward the car.

SEAN

ARE YOU DONE YET! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU TALKED ME INTO THIS!

TED

It’s all freaking ones man! I don’t know…2 maybe 3 thousand.

SEAN

What!

TED

THREE THOUSAND! I…

TED turns down the stereo.

TED

Maybe…I don’t know. Where’d you get this cd?

SEAN

3 thousand? Why would some boondocks mom & pop store in Dorado, California have 3 thousand new dollar bills in the register? One thousand used, yeah. Not three new.

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Fall Portfolio Of Dreams

My portfolio

Of dreams

Whistling

Scattered about

Like leaves from a tree

Shriveled and light

Blown against a fence

Gathering up

An army of leaves

Ready to explode

When a gate is opened

Pseudo Intellectual Hollywood

Writers play golf with god
Producers go to parties with angels
Directors correspond with saints
All actors can play a convincing devil

The Beginning of Calais

Two people sit in a closed bar. The room is black with only small spotlights on the tables that seem to highlight the lonely and desperate, but separate, couple near the center of the room.

Nikki has been tired of the life she has been leading as a small-time actress in the Atlanta art community. She hasn’t told anybody though, thinking, this is all she should expect in her life. She’s just damn lucky to be alive. Lucky…to be…alive. She thinks.

A sad story yes, but not nearly as sad as her companion.

Michael has never in his life been tired, or for that matter, without something to do with his time. But in all his years, he has never done anything of any importance. A frivolous life. A life without direction and without meaning. Unfortunately, Michael doesn’t know it.

Until tonight…

Life Past

To the light of the setting fall.
Winter comes to cover us all.

Is this fair? Nature’s wrath?
Love and hate take the same path.

Disease and pain discovered too late.
Who can tell their bittersweet fate.

Snowflakes fall, memories covered.
Thoughts so still and closely hovered.

Visions of the end all so clear.
Wondering if the past is something to fear.

The evolution of man is miraculous. The events that led us to being rational sentient beings has a probability approaching zero - yet, it happened and is probably happening again and again all over the universe. This rarity of a written word I conceive, and that you now read, is new and fresh. To think, is to be lost in the enormity of the entire concept. But even so, there you are.

And the stories, excerpts, half-baked ideas, character studies, poems, scripts, summations, treatments, synopsis, log-lines, notes and whatever else can be written down…all happened in their own little way. All are inconsequential to the evolution of man and earth, but helped define the life of one single unit in the Big Picture - a man.