SMALL DREAMS

The first in a series of art videos on the small dreams of ordinary people

Dancing at the El Moro

Dancing at the El Moro

Its all boarded up now, sin and all.

Filled with passion, lust and abandon.

I once danced at the El Moro.

Any sanity or reason far off.

No one knew me there. Just a white gringo pig

Or so they called me when

I once danced at the El Moro.

Bejeweled women all flimsy and nice.

Hustles left and right, seen through

Some azure created by shots of straight Jack.

I once danced at the El Moro.

I wanted to risk all in a messy place.

Bold and crazy, I forgot I was old.

I once danced at the El Moro.

There are fences and spaces in life though.

Those with scowls on their faces looked at me.

Disdain and looks of hate. I did not belong there.

I once danced at the El Moro.

I did not care. Then I heard a sermon from somewhere.

The voice said, "they like me had no souls. Just waiting for hell.

There were other places I wanted to go.

Its all boarded up now, sin and all.

I once danced at the El Moro.

"THE OTHER SIDE OF LUCK" by David Young

"The Other Side of Luck" is a collection of short stories about misfits, small heroes, and dreamers played out in the wildness of the West. It is now available on Amazon Books at the following link
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BROKEN DISHES AND UNTOLD STORIES

STREET PHOTOGRAPHY NOTES

I felt one with my camera. The midday sun warmed me. The City played against its special music and danced before me. I was out in the world, but not part of it. My camera and eye were free to catch the special moments of the street.

THE SOUTH

I had the desert with all it's dangers left bare by the vastness.

Now I looked upon the deep forests of the South

And did not know of it...

SOMEONE

Someone

I left my small apartment, #101.

I wished to be loved by some

Or especially one.

I traveled across country,

To make others profit

For a small share.

I flew with two hundred

And passed another

Thousand today.

People always talking

And texting. Letting Bosses

Know they are working.

Hoping there would still,

Be work for them.

Returned to my apartment, #101.

Still hoping to be loved by some

Or especially one.

dyoung ‘16