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On the way home, in the midst of his evening bustle

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His hand griped at the lament buried inside his hearts muscle

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Wilted and torn he took off his blues and remained in the dress for which he was born.

Pondering in the stillness of feeling lost and lovelorn.

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Like a gold fish witnessing the sea while concealed in a transparent cage,

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He never quite felt he fit in his world.

Always yearning, waiting, transfixed on clock hands, tic tocked and twirled.

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Meanwhile, wedged inside his genius was the menacing feeling of a half-filled cup.

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For when he was little; he knew he was meant to be big.

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So, wishing by the sea & moon, he sat on a nest of twigs

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Transient figures, like neon signs burned between the dark sky’s

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Reflecting each tear in his dreaming, uneasy eyes.

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With tremulous cords and vacuous hands he let go and dove in.

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Splashed beneath the film of water, cutting the deep horizons, were two feline eyes with petrified black feathered lashes.

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Unable to look away, he felt the warmth of his veins cooled by her pale as corpse hand

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In hypnotic awe he studied her lips, shaped with the figure of the crescent moon

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And her blythe batting lids, concealing double helix eyes, they compressed and released to the drum of his heart.

Dazed with curiosity, he allowed her lips to expand his chest & surrendered, they swam.

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They past childhood sand-castles, faint, white dried roses, tiered Polaroids and running crayons.

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Intrigued but perplexed nonetheless, till his eyes set upon Cherub Caliel, crying and withdrawn.

And as he approached extended hand and comfort unfolded, the cherub quickly turned and said,

“Awake ye now and rid thyself of death and dolefulness, that I can feel heavy upon thy heart”

Bewildered he looked for the siren that led him, but fled she had, and stuck he was.

Turned back, and before his eyes, the cherub decomposed into a plume of red & green dust.

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Swallowed by smoke, swollen iris and startled heart he screamed, “I want out!”

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Treading and manic, he began to run out of air when the siren re-appeared,

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She quipped,”You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger my darling.”

He screamed “I need air!”

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Appearing to rescue but merely passing by, an octopus flushed in red, said, “So wake up.”

As he began to swim up, panicked, he found his feet tethered to the ground.

The sea became more turbulent and a tiger vehement in speech said, “So wake up!”

As he struggled he suddenly found he was not a captive of the ocean but enslaved inside his own tub.

And a final vision of the Siren appeared whispering, “When you desire happiness as you have just desired air, then you will have it.”

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Like an arrow to heart, her words struck him,

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And not all too sudden, his muscle embraced silence and thoughts vanished as  the bones in his back gallantly began an unraveling procession fixed on rapturous expansion.

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Freedom became he, as he floated, tenderly, above the sea,

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And the water slowly crept from chin to eyes, releasing him from self-demise.

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The next morning as he awoke, he found his back draped in wings and his heart cloaked in red

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And from his cage, he did not wonder nor did he wait, he stretched out his limbs & became a man, transcendent and magnate.

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Trapped Utopia & Unfettered Wings

By: Magnolia

On the way home, in the midst of his evening bustle,

His hand griped at the lament buried inside his hearts muscle.

Wilted and torn he took off his blues and remained in the dress for which he was born.

Pondering in the stillness of feeling lost and lovelorn,

Like a gold fish witnessing the sea while concealed in a transparent cage,

He never quite felt he fit in his world.

Always yearning, waiting, transfixed on clock hands, tic tocked and twirled.

Meanwhile, wedged inside his genius, was the menacing feeling of a half-filled cup.

For when he was little; he knew he was meant to be big.

So, wishing by the sea & moon, he sat on a nest of twigs.

Transient figures, like neon signs burned between the dark sky’s

Reflecting each tear in his dreaming, uneasy eyes.

So, with tremulous cords and vacuous hands he let go and dove in.

Splashed beneath the film of water, cutting the deep horizons, were two feline eyes with petrified black feathered lashes.

In hypnotic awe he studied her lips, shaped with the figure of the crescent moon

And her blythe batting lids, concealing double helix eyes, they compressed and released to the drum of his heart.

Unable to look away, he felt the warmth of his veins cooled by her pale as corpse hand.

Dazed with curiosity, he allowed her lips to expand his chest & surrendered they swam.

 They past childhood sand-castles, faint, white dried roses, tiered Polaroids and running crayons.

Intrigued but perplexed nonetheless, till his eyes set upon Cherub Caliel, crying and withdrawn.

And as he approached extended hand and comfort unfolded, the cherub whispered,

“Awake ye now and rid thyself of death and dolefulness, that I feel heavy upon thy living”

Bewildered he looked for the siren that led him, but fled she had, and stuck he was.

Turned back, and before his eyes, the cherub decomposed into a plume of red & green dust.

Swallowed by smoke, swollen iris and startled heart he screamed, “I want out!”

Treading and manic,l he began to run out of air when the Siren re-appeared,

She quipped,”You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger my darling.”

He screamed “I need air!”

Appearing to rescue but merely passing by, an octopus flushed in red, said, “So wake up.”

As he began to swim up, panicked he found his feet tethered to the ground.

The sea became more turbulent and a tiger vehement with speech said, “So wake up!”

As he struggled he suddenly found he was not a captive of the ocean but enslaved inside his own tub.

And a final vision of the Siren appeared whispering, “When you desire happiness as you have just desired air, then you will have it”.

Like an arrow to heart, her words struck him,

And not all too sudden, his muscle embraced silence and thoughts vanished as  the bones in his back gallantly began an unraveling procession fixed on rapturous expansion.

Freedom became he, as he floated, tenderly, above the sea,

And the water slowly crept from chin to eyes, releasing him from self-demise.

The next morning as he awoke, he found his back draped in wings and his heart cloaked in red

And from his cage, he did not wonder nor did he wait, he stretched out his limbs and became a man, transcendent and magnate.

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May I Present…Kenny Wood

December 21, 2012

 “If you know deep in your heart that you have what it takes to go far as a musician, then don’t let anything stop you.  With patience, determination, and a little bit of a business sense, you will get there.  Above all, you just got to be yourself and be the best at whatever it is that represents you.  When people see that, they’ll flock to you because you inspire them by simply believing in yourself.”- Kenny Wood

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present one of the finest composers to watch for in 2013.  He was the conductor for the  2009 Academy Award nominated animated short Oktapodi  and has been lauded for his virtuoso musicianship.  His compositions create an atmospheric cloud where musical notes galvanize the emotions and act as a vital counterpart to any moving picture.

Mr. Wood’s compositions in film, TV, Web and Video Games have been premiered around the world at many renown film festivals. With a bewildering  work ethic and commitment to making a difference through music, it is clear that when we look back at the history books, Mr. Wood’s name will surely be in line with the highest acclaimed composers  in film like Thomas Newman, Alexandre Desplat, Mychael Danna, Dario Marianelli, John Williams,  Rachel Portman , Philip Glass, and Danny Elfman.

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So, without further ado may I present,  an emotional defibrillator to  Film, TV, Web & Video Games, Composer,

Kenny Wood

MUSICAL COMPOSITIONS:

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Where are you from?
Los Angeles, CA

When you were  little what did you want to be?
A pro athlete, though when I realized that may not pan out, I knew I could not be happy being anything else, but a musician.

Do you have a score that moves you the most? 
Danny Elfman’s score to “Batman” (1989)

What score was the most fun to work on?
One of my earliest projects, “Jungle Gym” (2006)

What’s the latest project you are working on?
A hilarious web series comedy, “Research.” that is destined to become a hit TV series

What are three words you think of in conjunction with music:
1: harmony 2: sophistication 3: joy

What inspires you or initiates the inspiration that drives you? Do you have a process? 
When I’m collaborating on a song or film score, the main thing that inspires me is seeing a high level of passion, dedication, and quality from my collaborators.  When I see a film that just looks amazing, the musical ideas come flowing in instantly.  Same for songs, if the lyric or initial inspiration is great, my instincts take over from there.  On the other hand, when I write music for myself, the inspiration comes from my life experiences, the people I know, the world as I’ve seen it, both in good times and in bad.

What has been your most recent muse? 
For the last couple weeks, I’ve been listening to the score from Dreamworks’ “How to Train Your Dragon,” by John Powell.  I love the work of Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross, but I felt the Oscar for best score that year should have gone to John for his tremendous work on that score.

My favorite three past times are:
1: exploring culinary delights with my girlfriend of 6 years 2: jamming to music with friends 3: Watching Lakers basketball

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Favorite word:
“Yes”

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Favorite thing in nature:
Spiderwebs

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One of  your favorite movies: 
“Monsters Inc.”

One of your favorite musicians:
Oingo Boingo guitarist Steve Bartek, whom I’ve had the pleasure of jamming with on a few occasions.

Favorite place to create music:
Wherever I am when an idea pops into my head.

Favorite smell: 
Southern BBQ

Favorite sound: 
Stadium crowd cheering (for your team)

Was there a time you felt like you were not going to be able to make a living off of being a musician?  What would you advice to others about pursuing their dreams based upon how you were able to manifest yours.
To this day, I have spats where I feel I may not make it as a musician… it goes with the territory.  The best advice I have to up-and-comers is to know that you guys are not alone when the feeling of failure comes along.  If you know deep in your heart that you have what it takes to go far as a musician, then don’t let anything stop you.  With patience, determination, and a little bit of a business sense, you will get there.  Above all, you just got to be yourself and be the best at whatever it is that represents you.  When people see that, they’ll flock to you because you inspire them by simply believing in yourself.

Who/What inspires or moves you? 
I’m inspired most by art, film, or anything in the world that’s done well.  The great masters like Da Vinci, Beethoven, Thomas Edison, etc. devoted their entire lives to making their contributions to society second to none as well as make them something the entire world can appreciate for generations to come.

What’s one of your favorite quotes? 
“No matter what, you just got to strut.” from “The Nutty Professor”

KENNY WOOD’s compositions:

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Sudden Death!

Go For It!

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The Case of the Missing Garden Gnome

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Do Whatever

Broken

The Good River