Come on! He urged Cameron. I’m your friend, aren’t I?
Cameron’s fear was showing. He did not want to die.
It’s my dad’s favorite thing, much more valuable than me.
But it was Ferris Beuller and he had intimidation velocity.
So they took the red Ferrari off the pedestal of his Dad.
And they drove it a few miles through Chicago big and bad.
They stopped at school to pick up Sloane, Ferris’s fine queen.
They had a day in the windy city such as Cameron had never seen.
His fear held him hostage, finally sent him into paralyzed mode.
This did not stop his best friend Ferris whose ideas were pure gold.
He and Slone had some near misses, but kept Principal Rooney away.
Actually Rooney ended up being chased by a sister and dog that fine day.
John Hughes, the wonder writer of the eighties, created this movie.
He wrote and directed, and walked on for a small part, not as a juvie.
It brought in seventy million in ’86, not bad for a teen film that day.
Ferris Beuller’s Day off will at the top of my favorite list always stay.
I know I need to keep living
while I wait for you to come home
But I don't know how to tell my heart to stop hurting
since you're the reason it keeps beating on
My days are empty, my eyes full of tears
but the sound of your voice
and the promise of your smile
make it all disappear
You're the other half of my soul
the light that shows me the way
You're my yesterday and my tomorrow
The Angel that keeps me safe...
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(This was my first poem, that I wrote for my friend / author Sloane Kennedy - as a love song from Revay to her husband Hawke (mc's from her book) - It's part of her book Retribution)
May/2016
How can richness be defined?
Is it sipped in slender
long stemmed glasses in
trendy Sloane Square bars?
Or dripped in diamond sparkles
on thick pile carpets in Dubai.
Is it counted in the counting houses
of the affluent and wealthy,
or is it sliced by the cosmetic knives
of the 'fabulously healthy'?
Maybe swimming in Caribbean seas
or skiing on the piste,
or by deliberately ignoring
those who have the least?
Wearing Gucci sunglasses as
we visit those in need, and
pick a place for photographs
which hides our selfish greed.
How can it be that so many people
seem to miss the point?
Living shallow lives in search of
egotistical fulfillment.
Collecting material possessions
in their earthly suitcases and
hoping excess baggage charges
won't apply on their heavenward journey.
Remove the 'shades' and see.
Wake up and smell the Latte.
Stop searching for outward gratification
and listen to you heart:
for there is where the wealth lies
in compassion and humility.
When love burns deep within you.
When your soul awakes refreshed.
When your search for wealth resides
within, you'll find eternal rest.
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