August 2009
just curious...
how does an angel walk down the street without bumping into others with their wings?
-j&
broken self
and if for a moment i let her speak
spread her wings
be…
what would she say?
what well
from what cup
would she drink?
what scent’d pervade her hair
hell’s sulfer…
or loves pungent sweet stink?
what new delights ‘d i taste
what vistas her wings take us o’er
if i let her
the broken self
speak?
-j&
livin'
pursuin’ ones passion
no matter the mastery
is livin’ life fully
-j&
givin'
going for a ride…
and
maybe
for a moment
forget
who i am
where i came from
what i lost
and what i came for
-j&
this is just a dream
this is not real this is just a dream and in this dream there is war where i desire peace to be
-j&
an atomē in cosmos
it’s ironic that here i’m alone. ‘tis bitter to swallow my fault. yet, how does one overcome such things? … isolation among millions.
-j&
plastic protozoa
Weary… Weary of the thin coat of veneer That doesn’t quite cover the sneer Hiding behind a “friends” smile Spilling over the edges Like fat From an obese woman’s jeans You can’t help but acknowledge With sadness and repulsion The paucity of spirit Before you avert your eyes There is no rest From the merciless drone Of brutality The suffocating, oppressive...
when you're having a bad day, when you've... →
http://youtu.be/YdQnuqFlD7U
being kalohe
i wonder what would happen
if i just… stopped… trying.
but it’s like leaving it stay,
the spoon that’s jumped the fence
to join the forks in the silverware tray.
it’s not happening…
anytime soon.
-j&
Learning to be
Learning to be
and liking me
without goal, purpose or condition
frees me from limitation
restoring natural expression
of love, power and creation.
-j&
someone
someone really smiling at you
seeing beauty, magic, power, wonder
love for you flows naturally
smiling, i surrender to mystery
creation, the unknown
-j&
habitual dna
i wonder at the times i
enjoy, endure, repeat
this pattern, this scene
so familiar
my cells reflexively replicate the warp
my beliefs, the weave
-j&
excruciating
excruciating is love
when received by
an impoverished heart
-j&
An Objective View
A foreign lense reframes events
past and present
in cold black and white stills
How can
I live so long
and not have the slightest clue
who I am?
For I see
what I fear and hate most,
clearly, within myself
from an objective point of view
-j&
rock paper scissors... (complete)
junk
(shred)
frantic is accurate
no one will remember
no one will see
no one will understand
who i was, what made me.
(proof)
receipts, cancelled checks, rental agreements
statements: bill, bank, credit
showing who i was
BY what i bought
how close to the edge i lived
for what i valued
and (implicitly) what i did not.
(story)
can you see my character
in...
“the only way to win the game… is to hold hands.”
– j&
the gem
peace
on this tumultuous
arduous journey
gained
like a jewel
faraway mined
deep deep
inside
old
review the pictures
record all the names
of people i’ve known and met
remember the details of all the (f*cking) jobs i’ve held
increasing net gains
by giving more than i’d ever get
reference my identity saved in .pdf’s
regurgitate resumes
for work, housing, dating, socializing
and credit
wonder
wondering
as i transition from wood
to 0’s and 1’s
do i retain the archaic frame?
life
what makes a life well lived?
me thinks
to love fully,
to receive graciously,
to give, to contribute
to your family,
to participate in a small
local national world community
small
however you want to frame it
global conspiracy,
collusion economics,
greed degeneracy,
(overthrowing fledgling democracies)
big serves the few
small benefits us all.
big &
i’ve been told
in more ways than one
that bigger is better
big houses, big money
big power, big energy
big security, big bombs
big spirituality, big farms
big food, big medicine
big boobs, big prisons
big esteem, big green
and no matter what color, sex or age
one needs wood, BIG wood to be happy.
