The Real Hollywood

Where reflections in the Ivy mirror reflect only the shield defending the hidden person
Where the reserved table sounds of joy are but the soul-sludge evacuation of fear
Where the touch upon the "deal" shoulder as one leaves the ostentatious office means captivity

The Real Hollywood

When lonely nights lead prematurely to inevitable doubts anesthetized by "means."
When such nights are innocently the result of the isolating success you aspire
When the Nebraska cornfields beneath summer moonlight will remain the unredeemable past

The Real Hollywood

The How of virtue lost forever
The How of integrity reduced to what ever it takes
The How of dreams captured by the pimps of waste--the masqueraders of daytime nightmares 

The Real Hollywood

Once knew of magic accessible to everyone
Once knew that empowering imagination could sell tickets of quality
Once understood that audiences trusted the cinematic connection with creative energy

The Real Hollywood

Is rapidly fading into indifference
Is becoming remiss in its responsibility to influence for positive action
Is but a translucent super-imposition of the confused
Is all it wishes to be... a fascist shackling of hostages...or hopefully attempts thwarted

The Real Hollywood

What might it be
were it fed by wordsmiths
of honesty and truth?

A reel worth watching perhaps?