Mr. Yasha Blackman

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Excellent time on this film.

Our approved poster is done! This is the 3rd film I’ve directed in the past 2 years and what a joy to have a cast of people I grew up hoping to work with one day. The brilliant hysterical the legend good friends who crushed it like and of course my brother and my family - and amazing/beautiful new talent I want to keep working with and the awesome and the power couple and and Mickey’s henchmen - and the Bros and - just amazing to work with all this amazing talent. Can’t wait for you all to see this one

Great to be a part of this film. I was the bad guy;)

What a crazy good cast I got to direct here - and also starring and written by

My time in Dubai which I enjoyed very much is coming to an end. I hardly watch TV though at times I find myself auditioning to be a part of it. I find my way to Jimmy Fallon a familiar and popular face. I always liked him not in the sense to having the need to tune in, but he never evoked a feeling of displeasure like his predecessor did. I was never a fan of Leno nor did I find him capable of leading a show that endured for decades. I task people to watch clips of Johnny Carson. The class, elegance, and grace that he possessed for a late night host was unparalleled. I just watched Fallon interview Haley Baldwin for the ultimate eternity of fifteen minutes. This is what we have become, this is the standard. I am pining for a time before me who is turning 45 this year. I am reaching for decades long before I had the maturity to enjoy or endure. I long for the beauty of what Hollywood once was and promised. I long for a time when reality TV was not even a possibility. I long for the elegance of Sydney Poitier and the magnificent beauty of Sophia Loren. I remember when Jodie Foster conquered Hannibal Lector. I remember when a Clock Work Orange blew my mind and Kubrick would forever be my favorite director. I rewatch in awe as Marlon Brando crept from the shadows to deliver me the audience to what an Apocalypse Now could be. I remember watching Michael Jackson perform Billy Jean and Prince guiding me through the best kiss I ever had. Todays mediocrity is soul crushing. The lack of grace and the vitriol is nauseating. I want Johnny Carson to appear on my Zenith TV. I want to watch Jack Nicholson be epic while listening to incredible timeless music. I wish you can see what I have seen and touched it in a way that it touches you back. I think Jimmy and Jay should watch Johnny while we figure out what went wrong. Kashmir is always calling yet I was not born and Hey Joe was a guy I knew as well before I was born. Marvin Gaye breaks my heart without ever having known me. Malcolm X makes more sense to me than our current leaders. I want to be in the Rat Pack if they would have me. Yeah, I guess this is that part in my middle aged life where I say remember those times. How

Forty years of and

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The of what the will bring
Walking through the stings. The invisible rummaging through bodies like rats through . Burning corpses reduced to . Locked inside devoid of stride hoping to reverse the tide. Steaming along this stream of the irrational hoard as creeps near. Hold your breath while you can god’s wrath is near at hand. Cherish the days you have left the will reach its lasting depth.

There is no for a so ... by

Selling art playing the role of Pierre in the film Cash Collectors.

Battered and bruised my . A so sumptuously abused. Lips like songs of a . A driving force to do what is right gathering all your might. Finding the wind aiming for a start a place to begin. Juggling all that is seeking that is eternal. Riding through the storm a that has become the norm. It is you that possesses the to turn the nightmare into an endless . Love puts forth so much meaning a flash of all is bleeding. Gathering the drops of a soul torn swimming to what may become the norm. Your heart beckons to earthly torn to shreds by a destitute mire. in the dark waiting for the light and the lark. Running from yourself rediscovering love’s depth. It is you and me forging this life perched upon a . Look up into the light see a reflection so near and so bright. It burns from within free from all sin. yourself as you must rediscover your ’s trust. It is for you the demons are vanquished nothing left but passed anguish. Ride with me if you can to a land unforesaken to a place none have taken. It is still you and me at the end my , my , and .

Seize the day, venturing in to the of a winter’s day... by

Thank you for everything. one of the best there ever was.

I am sitting under the rain feeling another heavy dose of . Torrential like the holding on tightly awaiting to be reborn. Pushing through the womb having barely escaped a home turned a tomb. The come and go as my soul is in a state of vertigo. I long to be loved again in a way I will remember to my bitter end. Feelings of joy and tenderness overshadowed by doubt and mental pestilence. Plagued by the past pushing to the present so necessary alas. Focusing on the light the warmth and so bright. The what if’s crippling and crushing so much to be said and so much left for hushing. There is a that sweeps over me at times I can hardly see. Past the tears and all passed for I too have a voice that at times nobody hears. There is so much I want to say but words are often held at bay. I cry out for my dearest and at times I hear echoes instead. Echoes of the past cries so loud one can hardly hear another sound. Brought back to present and am reminded of the , my being a casualty. Hope rushes in and brings back the from within. The is getting brighter and the skeptics are burned like to a lighter. I am coming for you my my love with no more strife but divined from above. Echoes of passed have no bearing on the or no need to be harassed. Overcoming the sense of plummeting this has been so very humbling. I call on the to guide my sword to fend off this voracious horde. Merciless and tactless the of offenses are relentless. Venture forth bravely the ordain as integrity is sealed in the love you proclaim. I rise from the of fear and doubts and reclaim my from here on out. My is overwhelming and . I give my love to you to handle with care so honestly and .

I you so much at times... by

Resting in a room nearing the month of June. All is quiet the a . Softly yearning for a warmth so deserving. Mesmerizing your moves so the grooves. A day at a time another bottle of . You are so so and refined. The of your and divine. Bodies limbs are churning a so deserving. Laying in waiting observing never hesitating. Too much contemplating this needs operating. Desire on a high wire looking down there is no sound. A pound of in both hands balancing the height so and so frightening. Your love so grand take the elevation heightening. Breathing so fast my is tightening it is only said the beloved. You are the that can no longer be coveted.

in nothing left behind.... by

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Iron and a your gaze . Your carries through and anew. Perhaps we met at a of being unkempt? How I want you or have I had you never to know you. Tangled webs we weave in a so hardly . Frolicking in the engaging in and all matters of . Your so a glistening seamlessly in . All stands still my beats a of and treats. Have we met or will we meet in time in ?

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Need versus want nature’s relentless taunt. with ease crashing down to your knees. Words are . The haunt of nature’s merciless taunt. You are losing your mind, all the want overwhelming nothing left behind. of all matter feel your soul floored in a splatter. Laughing voraciously are the kin of the Mad Hatter. Spleens erupted spines conjuncted. The is blossoming for all that is glistening never listening. Mind shattering the noise of your stammering. The wrong was swallowed for you are no longer an accomplice. Eve bit the apple laid down flat like a tool used and trampled. Cursed is the verse a so perverse. Animated and decapitated are those who have hesitated. Altered and reckless the of want so hapless. Empty is the void to fill with flavors that .

has been spilled a not a to become fulfilled... by

A broken limbs torn apart
Mesmerized by your still wrapped up in your gaze. Torn in two the hope is that it is me and you. Crescent is the nearing the beginning of this gloom. as you are the sight of you stings from afar. Long and everything sings where the heart is. Playing from afar no matter how and possibly near there you are. A in pieces waiting to catch ones or a recess. A break from heavens grasp all alone here alas. Finding oneself in this allowing thyself to what is devoid. Open is what is housing this heart so so apart. Making it seem and special so alive regardless of pressure. Play your cards as you may still alone lost at bay. You made a choice rambunctious and full of noise. is where the is perhaps that is where the is. Singing songs of and your wains and all still pains. Nothing is what it seems essentially I am never gone and will be stalked in your .

I am near and afar you remain my ... by

Whispers linger as the murmurs. A solid completely in retreat. Reaching for you through this so and . Where are you now? Your remembered carried through the . Moments pass slowly so and so . Your breath on my soft caressing your hips. Rummaging through the days spent with you now tomorrow a . Will I see you again will I be able to you in once again?

Long are these days without you in this endless ... by

Languishing and longing for a promised for and foreboding. Ravenous are the ways that I get in your gaze. Hazed by and debilitating. The you weave so intrepid cunning wrapped up in your sleeve. The guile spewed the dazzling and imbued. Lavishly embracing me while deviously hazing me. Punishment seemingly wanted a time pure so desperately demanded. How much can one take until all limbs will surely break? The pressure is the longing for all that is real and involving. Lost in the promises of a greater than a hiss. Taunting and luring a gaze so alluring. Charmed by your moves embalmed fully by your moves. Falsely to attempt a feeling repented. A bite so certain all goes the end the final curtain. Alas I am immune to your charm, built the alarms. A potion created for all that was lost through hesitation. A so so profound chime the bells alas the clamoring sound. All is in the head still to be dead. You are still dangerously and . Locked in you tempted by the of the oncoming hue. as you will you evoke life’s thrill. in you a figure compelling yet repelling all of this is true. Moving in for a a final blow to what surely will not be amiss. All is worth risking to the thrill of a so short and . by

A moth to the there is no one to blame. Your burns so warm so very bright blinding and robbing one of sight. Scorched wings praying on what the heavens will bring. Angels in flight singing songs through the night. Waking to you splits the in two. Hemispheres apart a drawn from the heart. to one again smelting the world between us my friend. Forged in the heart of a star the that you are. Your pulls from near and afar. No obstacle too great to surmount any hate. Time awaits to those who bravely wait at the gates. Yet only one has the necessary to live loved and free. Light years away in my this star lays. Palm wide open a that no longer fears to be . a quantum mechanic defying the rules of even while captured and framed in a picture. Ravishingly your beauty has no boundaries. Abundant and radiant there is no equivalent gradient. You are the brightest blinding and binding in my open palm there you are.

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Seemingly a lifetime ago when the world was a very different place. My with will however remain with me for a lifetime. Reflecting on a life lived. Venturing towards the undiscovered country a moment at a time.

The mind is a blur the thoughts cutting like a spur. A knot in the gut locked in a rut. Waning and wedging through the eyes of a slut. Singular not linear fears so peculiar. Edging along awaiting the crack of . Longing for a so pure is the mission. A through fields of battle worn . Drying the wiping out what is left of loathing disgrace. A mace so pouncing on the like lace. Erasing and pacing through worth embracing. Images of anguish taught by and lore. The gore so visceral is the seemingly dismal. Pulled in all directions hiding from pools of . Seeing ones so alone too tired for hast. The of a so far so amiss. Twisting and turning through a cocoon that is burning. Dropping to the ground wet and shivering from the sound. The crackling of the old turned to ashes hanging on a thorn. Rising anew the skin is cold and very blue. R***d and pillaged that was once this village. An so clear devoid of deception and fear. Gathering the to muster this of indefinite length. All in the minds eyes stricken and blind. A drop of dew a mist fresh and new. Breathing so heavily lungs filled with liquid brevity. Racing through hours sand pouring down ominous towers. Calling your name cutting through pride and shame. I hold you in my arms and whisper words of so warm, supple, and snug like a glove. This castle in the heart walls empty pleading for . The designs of the gods completely at odds. Perched upon pillars laughing at sods. Rebelling against all which is abundantly telling. Nothing left worth selling enough with the meddling. Arguments veiled and robed in cheap discarded garments putrid and old. The torment self inflicted habitually conflicted. Savoring the light washing away the blight.

The is rising, is in sight, be the light and infinitely bright... by

Star gazing the vastness grand for we are but a grain of . to one another my my my my . Brought together by the torn apart by torn apart by the . The of the unknown so beholden so . Life in its grand explosion leaving us with singular true . A need to to stand the test to that will forgive the rest. To kneel before your maker echoing the of a long lost Quaker. A grain of sand in my hand cradled by the this blob this mess. A so vast and these silly creatures basking in the for their amusement. Light years apart yet so close together bonded by atoms light has no feathers. Flocking together a desperation so certain that there is no . Mortality is no match for the seeking of salvation through . Infantile we are trying to capture the luster and rapture of a star. Feel but do not touch, touch but do not taste, taste but do not swallow for death is knocking at your door tomorrow. Look up into the night sky find yourself and there you are.

We are made of ... by

Sullen and somber flesh burning the is churning. Out of a brought to its . and a apart the aching and breaking of the . so hard to mend the bend of a diminished all but extinguished. Nature’s trick to find your half when lost to become so severely . What is to become of in a so thick I can hardly see. run the course down the drowning in remorse. So much and so much the fatigue of all life’s intrigue. Injured wounded a limp in the that has become a gimp. How to rise with without your and that lasting . Consumed with pain a without aim. Dare to love a life riddled with loss orphaned again baring the . The load is so robbed of all which was steady. What will become of me drowned in this fog I can no longer see. inside plummeting so fast no sign of a bottom to hit just breaking of glass. Shards cut so bleeding and weeping a teabag seeping. Licking of wounds drowned in and . Robbed of all that was fraught with loss and stuck with this forsaken cross. Deliver me from this pain so I can smile once again.

The crowned frown of my soul may never again be whole... by

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Strangled by the a bitter of remembered untold. Withheld is the solitude bruising by the pounding of all haste. Longing for all that is remembered a so and severed. Understanding sought through the time of the epic drought. Water not pouring alas sand in the glass so and daunting. Dry are the grains sifting through fragments of and its remains. Hesitant to draw for the spirit has embraced the bruising from the mob. The slander to those that remember love with those who pander. All abides as souls collide for nothing is lost even through this enduring frost. falls down on the embodiment of lusting for a crown. the jester as the jokes flow and fester. The stands still holding ones breath awaiting life’s thrill. The ebb and flow of a river forgotten and . Warm the nights with your smile reminiscent of all that is effervescent. Your eyes sumptuous like the night filled with mystery and fright. For it is you that holds the key to my delight so warm so tight. are the means of your embrace heavens sing the songs of men falling to belong. Bring forth that wanderlust tomorrow devoid of and . Lift your hand and bring forth art for time will not withstand. You are the north the south the east and the west there is nothing comparable to the glow you behest. Land upon me and set our souls free. All that remains will never be forgotten and the new will be welcome like the morning dew. Fresh is the flow of life that lives and burns slow. Love as you must a slave to trust. Nothing is the same as we hang on the lips of what will bring. It is you I possess in my heart filled with the accepting and new. The longing of that from the tree chopped down by the brute. Forceful yet hesitant love is not reticent.

Find me in your yours by all non acceptable means... by

Roots planted deeply clipped now is the long arduous . Stay routed in the to the alas. Seeping deeply into the soil the of and turmoil. Planted so firmly obstinance hindering the . So much said and so much done adding up to a losing sum. of flight fill the wings long lost aiming to . The so sturdy this ground so dirty giving life at a cost filled with strife. Raging through the wind the never to rescind. Lovingly captured by the filled with rapture. Calling on a star limbs so heavy there you are. Pulling and tearing from the ground to touch you from what is now afar, there you are. seeping leaves are weeping. Chop me down for I may burn to the ground. Steady as it goes a flight dreamed of, the fungus grows. Intertwined is this searching for the one that will end these days. Sucking all that is left from this ground seemingly with no depth or sound. Burn me to the ground ashes will lift me towards your hand. once again the time longed for centuries spent. Eternal you burn so far a in I gaze at you you are. How I want to again with you, the so rich and infinitely blue.

Send the crack me open as I no longer want to be ... by

Scorched with engulfed by this open . Ravaging through the to get back to you after so very long. The bleeds feeds the as the light flees. Rummaging through to the light anew. Akin to me your wages on thee. Come with me to the promise of the that will bring to be. Full like the where are none. A that will never be forgotten and always missed. Treasured are the days that long left and bled in to the night. Awaiting with only you in my sight. A touch a of a that stands still in . It is you I will and miss.

Sing that song to ... by

Skin is on , is burning, a filled with . Stirring all which is tossing and turning into a furnace lit constantly churning. glaring the noise is blaring. Blatantly burying the festering corpses of memories tormented never lamented. Writhing in misery no deliverance from this agony. Wolves howling salivating for a meal the prey viciously bewildered ripe for the steal. Languishing along a razors edge subjected to this gnawing song no means for the end. Pupils dilated the bones rough cracked and bleeding. So much left to rebuild so much left and needing. Withdrawal from the holy, a mother in mourning the audience laughing and contorting. The echoes of laughter so haunting the waking so heavy so daunting. Nightmares so dear now accustomed to horror and fear. Perhaps this will be forever the life of a common bottom dweller. “I like it here I may stay a while” said the soul to the gilded squire. You do not belong! The horror is not yours to bare no matter how long you stare.

Wake now return to your bliss, a life filled with love, and the beauty of her kiss...