The only context I give you is I have had very little sleep and a am having troubles with my stress and anxiety, but I have been content. So here it goes....
Pearl essence pleases peach pigmentation
Demonstration of introspection and penetration
Still brews fierce flasks of fragility
pieces place
pieces break
Fragments flow along the rivers of bloody tears
draw deep inward bound
foundation something strong found
Stability factor, facts check background
decadent decked deliveries of diversity
man mercy, have I stopped time
blind to the feasible reasons of believing
blasted by blackouts and week-long nights
tired eyes lead to a tired soul
so filled with soulful feeling
brains wracked tah shit
Melancholy meanderings of maddening winds blow sweet songs of sultry seduction
My core like an exposed brick wall
watch me fall
watch me swim
choke on the waterfall of
love
romance
and in trance
spinning eye delusions dilute deviates
free thought flowing questions answered by more questions
no knowledge is all and now nothing is myself
halting individual to eternity and infinity
we have existence forever
The cosmos blend bright colliding molecular moldings
chaos perfected into humanity or
is it
animalism
canibalism
Capitalism
fascism
Tabla rasa tru to u 2
ideas evolved enervated by institutions
you intellectual property is now the IRS'
broke beyond oblivion and surviving some how
like most one coin away from catastrophe
blasphemy to speak against this great nation
but pardon my presentation but isn't that the original formula
Why even ask questions anymore
the truth hurts to bad for anyone to want to know
Reflecting back the days of H.W. almost make you feel appreciative
but plain to see we are all (sings)"Only a pawn in the game"
hate hits hard fast and strong
in its pure form it never does good only causes harm
negativity can breed positivity
turning the dishwasher cycles to enlightenment
love all and love hard strong and long
hold every human at a paws lengths just to see if 'e breaths
Sunsetting on serendipitous occasions that blaze an etch into the folds of my mind
experiences coming back to me like a lost child to a parent
wondering in a haunting tone
alone
feeling disowned
dregs on a a barrel ring
lyrics light my lips
my soul
hips
international language of art destroyed any boundary of humanity
realization that creation of humans
or whose on first
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Right here!
I'm Having quite a rough time coping with my illness and my situation. I really do dislike the institution of marriage it is all bull crap were women become property. This is total bull shit. This was the purpose intended when it was first conceived. It is another label we put on our selves. Very little need is there for more labels. I do have a strong love in my life. My current life partner. She has helped me get help. Amorous thoughts of her fill my head all the time. It is hard for me to express of to even put into words. She amazes me on a daily basis. Intelligent,witty, demure, a brilliant artist, great mother, good teacher, and I could go on with more. I still want to live with this woman. I don't think there is many other people who could understand me as well as she. I am taming my rage. Not doing a great job at it, but still keep perseverance knowing I can evolve into the beautiful creature that is Jon. I can see my core. I do have a brilliantly soft side with gentle laughs warm touches, and firm embraces. I will do.
Beat up rag doll tossed to the side
ride the ride too many times
no way to decide or try
gentle drips into my eyes
hide and seek you and me
play the games we can see
do not stop because I'm free
be short don't dwarf
callous casted away
take the skin and flay
place yourself in my bones
to be alone with my self
Zen splashes senses like cheese blintz
throw out doubts and worry
little matters but this moment
quit living life as a dough nut
stand up and breath
then you might believe
the thing you could achieve
positivity and perseverance
pushes its way the front
so please please be different
just know your the same
point fingers
play the blame game
for shame you use such tactics
it is only but behavior manafesting
possesing
creating
destroying
deployed all your troops
at the front line
so you must find a new plan
one too grand to even perceive
stick too
go through it
true to it
DO
Maybe if all the politicians out there would just take a few minutes to sit back, listen to some Dave Matthews Band, and smoke some pot, maybe the world wouldn't be so fucked up.
Beat up rag doll tossed to the side
ride the ride too many times
no way to decide or try
gentle drips into my eyes
hide and seek you and me
play the games we can see
do not stop because I'm free
be short don't dwarf
callous casted away
take the skin and flay
place yourself in my bones
to be alone with my self
Zen splashes senses like cheese blintz
throw out doubts and worry
little matters but this moment
quit living life as a dough nut
stand up and breath
then you might believe
the thing you could achieve
positivity and perseverance
pushes its way the front
so please please be different
just know your the same
point fingers
play the blame game
for shame you use such tactics
it is only but behavior manafesting
possesing
creating
destroying
deployed all your troops
at the front line
so you must find a new plan
one too grand to even perceive
stick too
go through it
true to it
DO
Maybe if all the politicians out there would just take a few minutes to sit back, listen to some Dave Matthews Band, and smoke some pot, maybe the world wouldn't be so fucked up.
- Dave Matthews 5/15/98
Monday, June 25, 2007
dreams swept away by insomniatic zombie lords
Gazing into lost eyeballs
implanted with ideas never known
all a drift and all a blown
never to see the seas again
in prison by nature
dare to cater
to this side of society
now all you need is a machete
balance between deceit and knowledge complete
will see the seems ripped to shreds
never know what on in her head
cold her eyes and lost her soul
guarantee cyclical renderings
twist the knife so slow that all your heart exposed
close the third eye born and follow dumb and living in scorn
anger, hatred never walks tall but always seems to fall
all these things gifts that are born
but what extent should a gift be
should it rule your reality
or must you simpilfy
moderate in a pig's eye
gone so long without any confession
and you feel another soul lost without any reflection
still waters never has done nothing for you
now you go buy the brand new pair of shoes
forget about yesterday and even for get about today
they will never amount to any sense any way
escape again and again you will finally lose it all my friend
A functioning police state needs no police.
-William S. Burroughs
implanted with ideas never known
all a drift and all a blown
never to see the seas again
in prison by nature
dare to cater
to this side of society
now all you need is a machete
balance between deceit and knowledge complete
will see the seems ripped to shreds
never know what on in her head
cold her eyes and lost her soul
guarantee cyclical renderings
twist the knife so slow that all your heart exposed
close the third eye born and follow dumb and living in scorn
anger, hatred never walks tall but always seems to fall
all these things gifts that are born
but what extent should a gift be
should it rule your reality
or must you simpilfy
moderate in a pig's eye
gone so long without any confession
and you feel another soul lost without any reflection
still waters never has done nothing for you
now you go buy the brand new pair of shoes
forget about yesterday and even for get about today
they will never amount to any sense any way
escape again and again you will finally lose it all my friend
A functioning police state needs no police.
-William S. Burroughs
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Circular life lessons begin new cycles as others fade
The night just brings silence unto me.
Worn beyond belief,but titillated to different energies
Today turned out a lot better than i could imagine. I had a decent day at work, a wonderful time with my wife and spent time with my daughter. I communicated with my wife fairly clearly today and there wasn't much agitation. Life in general feels pretty good. I am getting a little more hours this week so things appear to be looking up.
Reflect and dissect
what has been done
protest when it can be done.
Direct and point to A
Explication tossed in temptation
drape from the sea
like a sirens call
and I fall to it
smokes clouds my mind
it makes me feel fine
just as designed
placated to much
so much that I just shut up
i need to win over this battle
my will is up to the task
but moderation can i still ask?
hardest thing in life to do
will will balance at one state
I hope it is not too late,
think it is going to last forever
it can slip quick if you don' fix
one it fall through those track
they jest gonna collapse
strength and will i have been blessed
I again will put them to the test
clutch in my conclusion I must be
or impending doom must find me
I must take the path less chosen
and that will make all the difference
This has been some broken word streaming thoughts that float about in me head and sometimes need to be said in different language.
Worn beyond belief,but titillated to different energies
Today turned out a lot better than i could imagine. I had a decent day at work, a wonderful time with my wife and spent time with my daughter. I communicated with my wife fairly clearly today and there wasn't much agitation. Life in general feels pretty good. I am getting a little more hours this week so things appear to be looking up.
Reflect and dissect
what has been done
protest when it can be done.
Direct and point to A
Explication tossed in temptation
drape from the sea
like a sirens call
and I fall to it
smokes clouds my mind
it makes me feel fine
just as designed
placated to much
so much that I just shut up
i need to win over this battle
my will is up to the task
but moderation can i still ask?
hardest thing in life to do
will will balance at one state
I hope it is not too late,
think it is going to last forever
it can slip quick if you don' fix
one it fall through those track
they jest gonna collapse
strength and will i have been blessed
I again will put them to the test
clutch in my conclusion I must be
or impending doom must find me
I must take the path less chosen
and that will make all the difference
This has been some broken word streaming thoughts that float about in me head and sometimes need to be said in different language.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Life is work in progress.... with some digression
Hello,
This is going to be stream of conscience. The inner ear is broken from listening to the same dam music on the radio, it seems to degrade by the week. The radio corporate wrung has dissected music and formulated it into marketing and research. It makes me want to vomit most of the time, or scream so incessantly that my head would be rendered useless. I hear so many bands that have that sound that makes you want to cry, sing and listen to it so many times. Sublime language spoken trough notes wrote at intense passion points. Joints jazzed and blazed into new territory that makes you insecure and unsure about your self. This is where people question. Clear channel reproduced reprocessed rubbish.There is some good music on the radio still, just like when you play darts odds are if you throw enough darts you will eventually hit a bulls eye. I know satellite and HD offer more, but I can't afford to look into those options. I get most of my music from the internet. There is one way that good music is leaking out. It is a vast market waiting to be tapped dry. I only get amazed more and more with the new music that I find. People that are not even on labels and are not exposed, but then the question is how far do you want to release yourself from your art. Is it yours or will it end up in the next vagasil commercial for extreme odors. Also to being and avid audiophile I do create music. Not many would say that, I use a computer. I had to get rid of most of my gear due to a child rearing into this world balancing act. I have come to terms with a lot in my head. I can dream still to say, "I will one day be successful in music" This is vague optimism trying to push its way to the for-front. This is where the dilemma becomes in my own hypocritical notions. Would I do a score for a vagasil commercial who the fuck knows. It is hard to say if I want to take my music away from passion. I don't want to make it a droning heartless automated guidelines to have tracks. I ope that one day some weird label will try my music and sell a small EP of mine. I would be happy even just to have this happen. I cross my fingers hoping one day I can create something that a bigger audience can hear.
Feet on the ground head in the clouds confused cat calling for more diverse tracks and matching listeners to boot.
Cyrillic: У том грму чучи зец! - Latin: U tom grmu čuči zec!
Translation: That's the bush where the rabbit squats! (to find a solution to the problem)
-Serbian proverb
This is going to be stream of conscience. The inner ear is broken from listening to the same dam music on the radio, it seems to degrade by the week. The radio corporate wrung has dissected music and formulated it into marketing and research. It makes me want to vomit most of the time, or scream so incessantly that my head would be rendered useless. I hear so many bands that have that sound that makes you want to cry, sing and listen to it so many times. Sublime language spoken trough notes wrote at intense passion points. Joints jazzed and blazed into new territory that makes you insecure and unsure about your self. This is where people question. Clear channel reproduced reprocessed rubbish.There is some good music on the radio still, just like when you play darts odds are if you throw enough darts you will eventually hit a bulls eye. I know satellite and HD offer more, but I can't afford to look into those options. I get most of my music from the internet. There is one way that good music is leaking out. It is a vast market waiting to be tapped dry. I only get amazed more and more with the new music that I find. People that are not even on labels and are not exposed, but then the question is how far do you want to release yourself from your art. Is it yours or will it end up in the next vagasil commercial for extreme odors. Also to being and avid audiophile I do create music. Not many would say that, I use a computer. I had to get rid of most of my gear due to a child rearing into this world balancing act. I have come to terms with a lot in my head. I can dream still to say, "I will one day be successful in music" This is vague optimism trying to push its way to the for-front. This is where the dilemma becomes in my own hypocritical notions. Would I do a score for a vagasil commercial who the fuck knows. It is hard to say if I want to take my music away from passion. I don't want to make it a droning heartless automated guidelines to have tracks. I ope that one day some weird label will try my music and sell a small EP of mine. I would be happy even just to have this happen. I cross my fingers hoping one day I can create something that a bigger audience can hear.
Feet on the ground head in the clouds confused cat calling for more diverse tracks and matching listeners to boot.
Cyrillic: У том грму чучи зец! - Latin: U tom grmu čuči zec!
Translation: That's the bush where the rabbit squats! (to find a solution to the problem)
-Serbian proverb
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