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Jun 5 · 32
This is a Bad Poem
JΛM Jun 5
Too opinionated,
too open-minded,
or indifferent.

Too real,
too fake,
or inconsistent.

We ask ourselves
to know the other.
"Kindness," we say.
It's no matter how
hard,
soft,
or careless.

One is
asked
to assess their total failure,
or mediocrity,

against the striations of normalcy
until one finds themselves
in odds and errors.

There are some people
in such strangeness
that finding the right pill
is their greatest victory.

There are some people
who are so normal,
so consistent,
that looking at themselves
without a filter
is their greatest defeat.

But you know
and I know
and they know

that as the screens darken,
as the red curtain rises,
as the black stage beckons,

you know
and I know
and they know

that it does not flatter.
And there is no flatter
curve
than mixing with the grain,
or mixing our tears
with the rain.

And like long talks
our blood spills upon the floor,
thicker than water.
But water has been there before,

running wild-eyed through alleyways
on days darker than **** from hard work.
And we're so dehydrated
that a single drop of truth,
reality,
inflates our brain like a dry sponge.

There is a mental expansion so painful
that shots to the belly
might be a blessing,
if keeping it real is the smoking gun.

It’s a constant that we are
killed by hands entrenched in opinion,
convinced they are
the open ones.
It is an error
that is
the total failure of a life lived out of focus,
measured in "I'm right" and "they're wrong."

There is a glass ball of hindsight,
but it is foggy
from too much pride,
too much embarrassment,
or no awareness.

It is fear though,
scratching at the chest
like starving rats
in a newly opened cage,
that can keep anyone from looking back
on their failure to be
self-aware.
Jun 5 · 23
Keeping it Real
JΛM Jun 5
Too opinionated,
too open-minded,
or indifferent.

Too real,
too fake,
or inconsistent.

We ask ourselves
to know the other.
"Kindness," we say.
It's no matter how
hard,
soft,
or careless.

One is
asked
to assess their total failure,
or mediocrity,

against the striations of normalcy
until one finds themselves
in odds and errors.

There are some people
in such strangeness
that finding the right pill
is their greatest victory.

There are some people
who are so normal,
so consistent,
that looking at themselves
without a filter
is their greatest defeat.

But you know
and I know
and they know

that as the screens darken,
as the red curtain rises,
as the black stage beckons,

you know
and I know
and they know

that it does not flatter.
And there is no flatter
curve
than mixing with the grain,
or mixing our tears
with the rain.

And like long talks
our blood spills upon the floor,
thicker than water.
But water has been there before,

running wild-eyed through alleyways
on days darker than **** from hard work.
And we're so dehydrated
that a single drop of truth,
reality,
inflates our brain like a dry sponge.

There is a mental expansion so painful
that shots to the belly
might be a blessing,
if keeping it real is the smoking gun.

It’s a constant that we are
killed by hands entrenched in opinion,
convinced they are
the open ones.
It is an error
that is
the total failure of a life lived out of focus,
measured in "I'm right" and "they're wrong."

There is a glass ball of hindsight,
but it is foggy
from too much pride,
too much embarrassment,
or no awareness.

It is fear though,
scratching at the chest
like starving rats
in a newly opened cage,
that can keep anyone from looking back
on their failure to be
self-aware.
May 31 · 42
Lyre to Oll
JΛM May 31
A man walks down the street,
He says, "Why am I soft in the middle, now?
Why am I soft in the middle?
The rest of my life is so hard.
I need a photo-opportunity,
I want a shot at redemption,
don't want to end up a cartoon
in a cartoon graveyard.

Sometimes when people meet me,
they think I look the sad type,
but when I look in the mirror
I see someone that's learned it all the hard way.

When I pretend I’m happy
I never feel that sappy,
I'm only painting the clouds with sunshine.

I'd rather be a shadow than a veil.
Yes, I would,
If I could,
I surely would.

When I hold back a tear
To make a smile appear
I'm only painting the clouds with sunshine.

Eighteen and jaded with a gun in my hands.
I was fighting for freedom and just what is that?
Bills to the banks and food for the kids,
money for college but couldn't get in.

It was violent times,
And you shouldn't have to sell your soul.
In black and white
They really, really ought to know.”

A man walks up the street,
He says, ”Well hey little Hollywood!
You're gone but you don't forget!
You got the cash but your credit's no good!
You flipped the script; you shot the plot!

Now Shout, shout, let it all out!
These are the things you could do without!
Come on, I'm talking to you, come on!

Walking toward him, Hollywood begins to shout,
“All around me are familiar faces,
worn out places, worn out faces,
bright and early for the daily races,
going nowhere, going nowhere!

Getting closer to him, he quiets down and says,
“Now I've heard there was a secret chord
that I could play, and it’ll please the Lord.
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth,
the minor falls, the major lifts,
the baffled king composing Hallelujah.

But why am I short of attention?
Got a short little span of attention.
And, whoa, my nights are so long.
Where's my life and future?
What if I die here?
Who was my role model?
Oh, was my role model always there?"

The man starts speaking with Hollywood,
“Now, I have a secret to tell,
From my electrical well.
It's a simple message and I'm leaving out the whistles and bells.
So, you must listen to me,
filibuster vigilantly.
My name is blue canary, one note, spelled L-I-T-E.
My story's infinite,
like the Longines Symphonette, it doesn't rest.

I’m hoping and waiting for something to sing
like the angels in heaven or the bones on the street.
I’m hoping for life to find a new voice.
Oh, the song that needs singing has already been sung before.”

Hollywood says solemnly to Lite,
“I might put on my blue suede shoes
and board a plane.
I’ll touch down in the land of the Delta Blues
in the middle of the pouring rain.
Buddy Holly, will you look down over me?
I’ll get a first-class ticket,
but I'm as blue as a boy can be.

Those one-track minds,
they took me for a serving boy,
kiss them goodbye.
I shouldn't have to jump for joy.
You shouldn't have to jump for joy.

I'd rather sail away,
like a swan that's here and gone.

And I find it kind of funny,
I find it kind of sad,
the dreams in which I'm dying
are the best I've ever had.
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take,
when people run in circles it's a very, very,
mad world.”

Lite says to Hollywood,
“I could be your only friend.
I'm not your only friend,
but I'm a little glowing friend,
but really, I'm not actually your friend,
but I am.

Your faith was strong, but you needed proof.
You saw the rivers running all aloof,
their beauty in the moonlight overthrew you.
You were tied to a kitchen chair,
they broke your throne, and they cut your hair,
and from your lips they drew the Hallelujah.

They gave you life
and in return you gave them Hell,
as cold as ice.
I hope you live to tell the tale."

Hollywood says angrily,
“Well, humans are boring, dangerous morons,
with no respect for life.
And maybe the rabbit who lives in the forest
is clever-er than our dads.
And maybe it's time we watch the sun rise
knowing it's our last,
as life soldiers on without us,
just a figment of the past.”

They start walking up the street
And Hollywood says,
“A long, long time ago,
I can still remember how that music
used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
and maybe they'd be happy for a while.

I look to the sea.
Reflections in the waves spark my memory,
Some happy some sad,
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had.
We live happily forever,
so the story goes,
but somehow we missed out
on that *** of gold.
But we'll try best that we can
to carry on.”

A gathering of angels
appeared above his head,
they sang to him this song of hope
and this is what they said,
they said: “come sail away, come sail away,
Come sail away with us.”

Hollywood looks around,
he’s on a street in a strange world.
Maybe it's the third world,
maybe it's his first time around.
Doesn't speak the language,
He holds no currency.
He is a foreign man.
He is surrounded by the sound, the sound
of cattle in the marketplace,
scatterings and orphanages.
He looks around, around,
He sees angels in the architecture,
spinning in infinity,
He says, "Amen and Hallelujah!"

Lite mutters, “Well, maybe there's a God above,
as for me all I've ever learned from life
is how to shoot somebody who outdrew you.
But it's not a crime that you're here tonight,
it's not some pilgrim who claims to have seen the light.
No, it's a cold and it's a very broken Hallelujah.

But soon I’ll be all a shiver
With every paper I deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep,
I won’t take one more step,
But I’ll remember to cry
When I read about this dismembered guy.”

Hollywood says to Lite, he says,
“Did you write the book of life,
And do you have faith in God’s strife,
If that book tells you so?
Now, do you believe in rock 'n' roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you show me how to entrance and glow?

If you'll be my bodyguard,
I can be your long-lost pal.
I can call you Lyre,
And Lyre, when you call me, you can call me Oll.”

Lite says to Hollywood,
“Now, for ten years we've been wandering alone,
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone.
But that's not how it needs to be.
When a jester sings for the king and queen
in a quote he borrowed and painted green
And a voice that’ll come from you and me.

Painting the blue, beautiful hues,
colored with gold and old rose.
He’s playing the clown,
trying to drown all of his woes.
Though things may not look bright,
they all turn out alright
if he keeps painting the clouds with sunshine.

Hollywood chimes in,
“Well, I don't know why I talked to you tonight.
I've got the feeling that something ain't right.
I'm so scared in case I fall through the air,
and I'm wondering what fruit this talk bears.”

Lite looks off into the distance and says,
“There's a feeling I get when I look to the West,
and my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
and the voices of those who stand looking,
that's you.

And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune,
then a jester will lead us to reason
and a new day will dawn for those who stand long.
And the forests will echo with laughter.
Remember laughter?

Always look on the bright side of life,
Always look on the Lite side of life.

If life seems jolly rotten
Then there's something you've forgotten,
and that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dump,
don't be silly chump,
Just purse your lips and whistle, that's the thing.
And

life is for singing,
and life is for dancing,
and life is for making love.
Life is for learning and thinking and teaching,
and life isn't giving up.
Life isn't buying and selling and wishing
that everything came for free.
Repeat after me:

Always look on the bright side of Lite.”

Hollywood looks to the distance with Lite,
“Well, life is for sharing.
but sometimes it's hard when you've hardly got enough.
Sharing is caring
but will you still care if the water gets really rough.
Life jackets on, lifeboats supported,
and people will drown the same,
As the water of life falls out of the sky
and washes the whole thing away.

Lite looks at Hollywood, “Well Oll, I've been here before.
I know this room and I've walked this floor.
You see I used to walk alone before I knew ya,
And I've seen your flag on a marble arch.
But listen, life,
life is not some kind of victory march, no,
it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.

Oh, and while the king is looking down
the jester will steal his ***** crown.
The courtroom will adjourn,
no verdict will return,
and while leaning into the teeth of sharks,
a quartet practices in the park,
and we sing dirges in the dark,
the day the music dies.”

Hollywood realizes something,
“Well Lyre, you’re the picture opposite me,
of my primitive ancestry,
which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free.
Though I respect that a lot
I'd be fired if that were my job,
after killing Jason off and countless screaming Argonauts.
Bluebird of friendliness,
like guardian angels, you’re always near.

Oh, Life is for livin’, as long as I'm breathin’
my life won't be wasted on me.

Now I've done my best, I know it wasn't much.
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch.
I've told the truth, I didn’t talk to you, Lyre, just to fool you.
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand right here before the Lord of song
with nothing, nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah.”

Then Hollywood whispers to Lite, who is drawing his gun,
“it's a cold and it's a very broken Hallelujah.”

Grinning, he pulls the trigger.

And so, the bullet of Hollywood’s gun went so deep;
And Lite’s belly closed upon the shrapnel,
so that he could not draw the bullet out;
and the dirt came out.
May 20 · 102
Piping
JΛM May 20
There once was a ponderous piper Peter,
Whose arm burned off in a heater.
It's now hard to fit pipe,
But he doesn't gripe.
He's got one arm, a mouth, and his peter.
May 16 · 143
Family
JΛM May 16
A family is a delicate thing.
And somewhere glass shatters
Or someone dons a ring.
The crystalline and stone
hands clasped and bound.

"It's bundles of joy."
By the sound
Of cooing and crying.

One more sound,
then another.
Each one an ember glowing
fires of difference
that not one member can solve
or celebrate.

And the sun shines at dawn.
or, at least, it's hoped.
Father knows it will.
or Mother says he does,
it's hoped.

Just as they know
one son might rise.
Or another might fall,
or neither.

Like the daughter that shines.
Or the one that falters,
or neither.

It is the same,
and all are loved,
or one, or none.

Just as tides play
upon the seashore,
so do hearts play
upon the time
they have with each other.

And we hope they play kindly.
If not, oh well.
"We tried."
Said any tired parent.

"Be kind to your brothers
And sisters."
But did we ever
really
talk about it?

No

Who would?
When it means being kind.

Kind to parents that may
have missed the mark.
Kind to siblings that have done better
or worse.
Kind to their children, with no respect
or much.

History may be rich with kindness,
and then again history
is rife with war.
And all may be lost
in the fires,
in the rivalry.

And somewhere glass shatters,
the dogs bark, and people
talk and talk and chatter.
All round a small flame,
Embers kept close by the tender

hands of each member.
All round the circle huddled
warming every other muddled
piece of tragedy
or scrap of joy.

Good or bad
it's no matter,
the fire is warm and so
they have each other.

Their stories are rich
and so no one can *****.
Each tale is a shard
glued together and told
gently
for family
is a delicate thing.
May 11 · 219
Synthetic Sunrise
JΛM May 11
I see you,
You see me.
Eighteenth floor
Across the street.
Sometimes you dance.
Sometimes you read,
TV dinners, fall asleep.

Strangers in a dark room, laughing at jokes they didn't quite hear;
Frosted windowpanes and cheap champagne a face appears.
And anything could happen in these cathedrals we roam,
Where shadow people dance
and trade their glance and walk home alone,
In a lonely city.

Welcome to your life.
There's no turning back.
Even while we sleep
We will find you,
Acting on your best behavior,
Turning your back on mother nature.

We're talking away,
I don't know what
I'm to say, I'll say it anyway:
“Today's another day to find you
Shying away.
I'll be coming for your love, okay?”

So please, take me out tonight
Where there's music and there are people
And they're young and alive.

Driving in your car
I never, never want to go home.
It’s good times for a change.
See, the luck I've had
Can make a good man
Turn bad.

Still don't know what I was looking for
And my time was running wild,
A million dead-end streets.
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet.

She's staring out the window of the Roosevelt Hotel,
Shy kid, knees always bruised.
you pulled me close
Kissed my lips, it tasted like home.
Flashes of crosswords and chamomile,
The years pass like a Ferris Wheel.

They say we come from nothing and to nothing we'll return
And in between is gravity and bridges left to burn.

Oh, there is thunder in our hearts.
Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Well tell me, we both matter, don't we?

Standing on a skyline, watching all the cars go.
Sleeping in the daylight, I was losing all control.

You bet I think I’m pretty dangerous,
Burning down the walls, breaking all the laws.

So needless to say
I'm odds and ends,
I'll be stumbling away
Slowly learning that life is OK.
Say after me
It's no better to be safe than sorry.

Oh, I Haven't had a dream in a long time.
See, the life I've had
Can make a good man bad.

It's my own design,
It's my own remorse.
Help me to decide,
Help me make the
Most of freedom and of choice.

Oh, the things that you say,
Is it love or
Just to play my worries away.
You're all the things I've got to remember.
You're shying away,
I'll be coming for you anyway.

You,
It's you and me,
It's you and me, you won't be unhappy.

We got a little place near the beach,
We watch the sailboats out at sea
And we ride along the Palisades.
Love is just a summer day,
Love is a four-letter word
That hurts.

What a hell of a feeling,
It is dark all day
But there is something in the sky that glows.
What a hell of a feeling
With such a brilliant light,
Can you feel your soul’s vocals in the air tonight?

What a hell of a day to embrace disorder
And there is something in your eyes that burns,
Light up, drag the river,
Can you see my soul’s vocals in the air tonight?

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us,
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die.
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us,
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine.

We know, we grow, we fall, we crawl
to change proclaim,
for this we miss to breathe, deceive,
from fate to fate, exist, insist, we push, we lust.

There is a light that never goes out.
And there's a room where the light won't find you.
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down.
When they do, I'll be right behind you.

I tried to laugh about it,
Cover it all up with lies.
I tried to laugh about it,
Hiding the tears in my eyes.
'Cause boys don't cry,
Boys don't cry.

Oh, come on baby,
Come on, darling.
Let me steal this moment from you now.
Come on, angel,
Come on, come on, darling.
Let's exchange the experience.

So sad, we almost made it.
So sad they had to fade it.

So, if I only could
I'd make a deal with God
And I'd get him to swap our places.
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems (For the ones we love).

Who said that every wish
Would be heard and answered.
When wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that
And someone believed it,
Look what it's done so far.
What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing
And what do we think we might see?

Time may change me
But I can't trace time.
I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream,
Form impermanence.
So the days float through my eyes
But still, the days seem the same.

Should have known at the end of summer
The innocence fades and the weak become stronger.
Should have known at the end of the summer
I'd be lost without you.

Please hold me 'til I'm not lonely anymore.
Is it only the crashing of the ocean to the shore?

We were the rebels, lone survivors.
We were the cult of deep-sea divers.
We were young once then we grew old,
We were shining, we were fool's gold.

I was a lost boy when I met you.

It’s good times for a change.
See, the luck I've had
Can make a good man
Turn bad.

So for once in my life
Let me get what I want.
Lord knows it would be the first time.
Lord knows it would be the first time.
A poem made of lyrics about the loss of a lover.
Jan 3 · 40
my dear
JΛM Jan 3
Here’s a little poem I wrote,
You might want to read it note for note.
Because this could be the last thing I'll ever say.
The city I once knew as home is
Teetering on the edge of bioactive oblivion,
A three-hundred thousand death/hr baptism by biological warfare.
I'm not sorry, we had it coming,
A surge of viral atonement will be our wake up call.
Hope for our future is now a stillborn dream.
The vaccines begin to fail and I'm rushing to meet my love.
Please remember me,
There is no more.

Hold your breath.
Make a wish.
Count to three,
Come with me and you'll be
Oh, don't worry, you’ll be happy.
In every life we have some trouble,
But when you worry you make it double.
Don't worry, be happy.
Don't worry, be happy now.

Because worrying is like solving an algebra equation
by chewing bubblegum.

now come,
I see trees of green,
Red roses too.
I see them bloom
For me and you.

I see skies of blue
And clouds of white,
The bright blessed day,
The dark sacred night,
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world.

Through early morning fog I see
Visions of the things to be.
The pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see.

Ain't got no place to lay your head,
Somebody came and took your bed.
The landlord say your rent is late,
He may have to litigate.

Someday I'll wish upon a star,
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me,
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops.

I try to find a way to make
All our little joys relate,
Without that ever-present hate.
But now I know that it's too late, and
That being happy is painless.
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please.

In a world of pure imagination

I was swimming in the Caribbean.
Animals were hiding behind the rock,
Except the little fish.
Bump into me, swear he's
Tryin' a talk to me, say wait wait:
“Where is your mind?”

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly,
And the dreams that you dream of
really do come true.

The colors of the rainbow,
So pretty in the sky,
Are also on the faces
Of people going by.
I see friends shaking hands
Saying, "How do you do?"
They're really saying
"I love you."

I look to the sea,
Reflections in the waves spark my memory,
Some happy some sad.
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had.
We live happily forever,
So the story goes,
But somehow we missed out
On that *** of gold.
But we'll try best that we can
To carry on.

Some things in life are bad,
They can really make you mad.
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle,
And this'll help things turn out for the best:
“Always look on the bright side of life.”

Forget it, I'll do it sometime, ooh
I'm locked up on the button.
Can't you do it sometime?
Fine, electrify mine, oh
Electrify my golden tooth.
Electrify my heart,
My little buttercup.

It was late at night
And you held on tight,
From an empty seat
Was a flash of light.

Tender is the night
For a broken heart.
Who will dry your eyes,
When it falls apart?

It will take a while
To make you smile.
Somewhere in these eyes
I'm on your side.
You wide-eyed girl,
You get it right,

Fall back into place.

Oh, I feel so much better.
I feel so much better today.
And it's not the drugs.
And it's not the weather.
I just feel so much better today.

And there are those who will never learn,
Who build a fire and can't stay warm.
The only secret to make it through
Is to take what's in front of you.
I feel death and it thrills me,
And all the lights in front of me.
Drive 'til the coast is clear,
Fight until it disappears.

I've been asleep in the driver's seat.
I've been lost in my head for weeks,
Tryin' to find what it is I need.
Too god ****** tired to sleep.

The game of life is hard to play,
I'm gonna lose it anyway.
The losing card I'll someday lay
So this is all I have to say:
“Happiness is painless.
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please.”

Life is quite absurd
And death's the final word,
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin!
Give the audience a grin!
Enjoy it, it's your last chance anyhow.

And now, the end is near.
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full,
I traveled each and every highway.
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course,
Each careful step along the byway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

A brave man once requested me
To answer questions that are key:
“Is it to be or not to be?”
And I replied “Oh, why ask me?”

So always look on the bright side of death,
A'just before you draw your terminal breath.

I know when the dog bites,
When the bee stings,
And when I'm feeling sad.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out.

So life's a *******
When I look at it.
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
You'll see it's all a show,
Keep 'em laughin' as you go.

I mean, what have you got to lose?
You know, you come from nothing,
You're going back to nothing,
What have you lost? Nothing!

Whatever will be, will be.
Don't care what anyone else thinks.
I'll be okay, I promise
Just keep on keeping on.

Remember,
It's just a bad day, not a bad life.
I'll always be there for you.
I swear the breath from my lungs,
You'll feel it when you know.

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground,
Try this trick and spin it, yeah!
Your head will collapse
If there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself:
“Where is my mind?”

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
And the dreams that you dare to dream,
Once in a lullaby,
Really do come true.

I hear babies cry.
I watch them grow.
They'll learn much more
Than I'll never know.
And I think to myself:
“These are a few of my favorite things.”

A reminder to never give up.

Everything worth doing is hard.

The only time that matters is right now.

It's okay to feel lost.

Live life to the full
because you never know what's around the corner.
So let's take a part of the world and make it our own,
Don't let the ******* grind you down.
That’s how you saved me.

I've been so low,
Felt the wind blow
Like I was a screen door
In a thunderstorm.

Yeah, I've been down,
I've been laid out
But you always were
What I came here for.

You're just too good to be true,
Can't take my eyes off of you.
You’re like Heaven to touch,
I love to hold you so much.
At long last, love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive,
You're just too good to be true,
Can't take my eyes off of you.

Guided by voices, it’s you and me.

Pardon the way that I stare but
There's nothin' else to compare,
The sight of you leaves me weak.
There are no words left to speak

So this is all I have to say:
“That happiness is painless.
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please.
And you can do the same thing
If you please.”

And the ghost of the boulevard
Is littered with lonely hearts.
The city like a graveyard
Once was a postcard.
When you lose your wonder
And you can't remember
When we were living in the days of thunder.

Love was a dream to have.
Was a kingsize bed.
Was an escape plan.
Was an open hand.
Soon

The sword of time will pierce our skins.
It doesn't hurt when it begins
But as it works its way on in
The pain grows stronger watch it grin, and

It's been a rough year.
There’ve been some tough tears.
I might lose so fast
All that I had,
But when it's time to
I'll fight for you.
'Cause you know you are
Why I've come so far.

Someday I'll wish upon a star,
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me,
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops that's where you'll find me.
Oh, somewhere over the rainbow way up high
And the dream that you dare to..
Why, oh why can't I?..

Won't you come see about me?
I'll be alone, dancing, you know it, baby.
Tell me your troubles and doubts.
Give them everything, inside and out and

When that moon is big and bright
It's a supernatural delight
Everybody's dancing in the moonlight,
Dancing in the moonlight.
Everybody's feeling warm and bright,
It's such a fine and natural sight.
Everybody here is out of sight.
They don't bark and they don't bite,
They keep things loose, they keep 'em tight,
And everybody's dancing in the moonlight.

Don't you try and pretend.
It's my feeling we'll win in the end, I won't

dwell on that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
Oh, no, oh, no, not me
I did it my way

and

‘tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

Oh,
Don’t worry, be happy
Don’t worry,
Be happy now.
Jun 2020 · 712
lyfe
JΛM Jun 2020
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4UqMyldS7Q&list=PLbM5LMVZad0YmCXr99fAtAHetTUX2BWj8&index=2&t=0s
Mar 2020 · 353
Land-19
JΛM Mar 2020
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nC5TBv3sfU&list=PLbM5LMVZad0auV3U04qAPFrG5QBhwpW5O&index=1
Jan 2020 · 85
Ring
JΛM Jan 2020
Me?
We!
By
Muhammad
Ali
Jan 2020 · 270
Dampener
JΛM Jan 2020
Falling
Snowflakes 'round me:
Bird wings beat hushedly;
Spoken words ripple silently
Falling.
JΛM Jan 2020
Play all these at the same time. To do that just open each one in a new tab, maybe with some headphones on and watch the video called "Eye of The Universe" in full screen for at least a minute while the solfeggio frequencies play.
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLbM5LMVZad0Zr7yLVdlW8J7YxigSXAbqH
Jan 2020 · 242
Beer With Me
JΛM Jan 2020
I trust books
and the people that serve my beer.
Jan 2020 · 354
Bars
JΛM Jan 2020
The bar.
New personas,
Rare from near to afar.
Tangling in the smoldering lights,
With haste.
Jan 2020 · 416
All That
JΛM Jan 2020
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=138xrxhVg&list=PLbM5LMVZad0bNiepJmrb-DIBdHUZAKETC
It's going to start the playlist with the second video saying the first is unavailable. The first is available so go ahead and just start it from "The Power of Smile by Tupac Shakur".
Jan 2020 · 211
Madness for Two
JΛM Jan 2020
Their gears twist and turn, cranking tirelessly
Round the mortal coils of a mellower
Art and content of games played wirelessly.
The game boards are awash with bellowers,
Slighted pawns too bound by echo tubing
Passed around to fortunetellers frightened
By town criers trying to throw heartstrings
Of lovers obsessed with burdens lightened.
"She is trapped and he the trapper," they say.
Shall he free her and see her twist and break?
Maybe that is her choice," but not today,
Or tomorrow or the next," he risks fate.
      Their goal is obvious: parting those two.
      Too bad their love is a folie à deux.
Folie à Deux means madness for two. it's a case in which two people share the same delusion. Like lover's having the same fantasy.
Jan 2020 · 219
Gonads and Strife
JΛM Jan 2020
There once was a girl who played the fife,
Looking at her filled my ****** with strife.
She played me a tune,
And I swelled like a balloon,
Now that girl is my wife.
JΛM Jan 2020
The power of a gun can ****
And the power of fire can burn
The power of wind can chill
And the power of the mind can learn
The power of anger can rage inside
Until it tears you apart
But the power of a smile,
Especially yours, can heal a frozen Heart
Jan 2020 · 119
hypnotick
JΛM Jan 2020
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5HvrySwhZrQ&list=PLbM5LMVZad0YkMVVqzxyQP2w-Petd2kmL
Jan 2020 · 208
Miniver C
JΛM Jan 2020
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FmXJoRWwYig&list=PLbM5LMVZad0ZiIF3lrjpaboKZ9X88t8lP
JΛM Jan 2020
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EfK-WX2pa8c&list=PLbM5LMVZad0bEM3LNrmTBDNwMz80a-63_
Dec 2019 · 292
I'd Love to Hear You Sing
JΛM Dec 2019
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltun92DfnPY&list=PLbM5LMVZad0bsYHvsdhG_nT8hJ0RpkEnS&index=2&t=1s
Dec 2019 · 205
aSpeech
JΛM Dec 2019
“[At the moment, the human world is a corrupt force.] Greed has poisoned [human lives], has barricaded the world with hate, and has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and [understand] too little.

However [some] continue, indefatigably, to reach out. There’s just no way [a few of us] can single-handedly save the world or, perhaps, even make a perceptible difference – but how ashamed [those few] would be to let a day pass without making one more effort.

[Like water, we can be] the highest good. Water gives life to the ten thousand things, and [does not fear its courses]. It flows in places humans reject and so [creates unity]. [It is an element that] can take any form. [Water] can drift without effort one moment, then pound down in a torrent the very next [moment, as a single force]. [And yes, It is true that the efforts of those few] amount to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?

[Now just] Imagine a world in which every single person on the planet has free access to the sum of all human [unity]. In dwelling, [we could] be close to the land. In meditation, [we could] go deep in the heart. In dealing with others, [we could] be gentle and kind. In speech, [we could] be true. In ruling, [we could] be just. In business, [we could] be competent. In action, [we would be sure to] watch the timing and the season. We may even have no reason to fight each other, and thus no reason to blame each other.

In [our] hands, my fellow [droplets], will rest the final success or failure of our course. Since [civilization began], each of our generations has been summoned to give testimony to [the greatness of life.] We’ve all wanted to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness – not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful.

Now the trumpet summons us again—not as a call to bear arms, though arms we need; not as a call to battle, though embattled we are—but a call to bear the burden of a long twilight struggle, year in and year out, “rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation”—a struggle against the common enemies of man: tyranny, poverty, disease, and war itself.

In the process of [this struggle], we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct [this struggle] on the high plains of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our [honest efforts] to degenerate into [criminal high jinks]. We must rise to the majestic heights of meeting [corrupt] force with [pure] force, [or suffer the failure of our efforts under an inequitable and desperate silence.]”
SOURCES, in order:
Charlie Chaplin, The Great Dictator’s Speech
Isaac Asimov
Tao Te Ching, Chapter 8 (from Giu Fu Feng’s sparkling translation)
Spike Lee, Cowboy Beebop
David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas
Tao Te Ching, Chapter 8 (from Giu Fu Feng’s sparkling translation)
Jimmy Wales, Founder of Wikipedia
JFK, Inaugural Address
Charlie Chaplin, The Great Dictator’s Speech
JFK, Inaugural address
Martin Luther King, Jr’s I Have a Dream Speech
Dec 2019 · 437
Persecution Complex
JΛM Dec 2019
Righteous anger is intoxicating;
Brain cells sold to the fiction of the mind.
It funds peddlers too loudly debating:
Oh, what to do with words spent on designs
Of machines combating contradictions?
Their motherboards are hardwired for the ****.
Any thoughts or beliefs on opinions?
Just wait for their hunger to get its fill.
Nothing like teeth flushed with red and venom.
***, death, and chocolate cannot compare
To the moral high ground's cheap decorum
Of beliefs held in contempt and despair.
      Because paying attention to the wit
      Of my getting hard done by is the ****.
Dec 2019 · 147
What? I Listen Too
JΛM Dec 2019
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KvFrybWuB8A&list=PLbM5LMVZad0bUQ9XF7EYSYOQGT6lmysYd
Dec 2019 · 543
Full Up
JΛM Dec 2019
she played me one of her songs
on a Steinway grand piano.
I thought it sounded like change falling into a Styrofoam cup
held in the hand of a hobo
sitting by a coffee stand.
Dec 2019 · 75
Growing Up
JΛM Dec 2019
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4wlpBX0f_f4&list=PLbM5LMVZad0ZBNQobjdvwrqVQWR5ipf0y
JΛM Dec 2019
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERdlYetcWd8&list=PLbM5LMVZad0bwnskEmh5f8eN3H7qipg4r
JΛM Dec 2019
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2610OUDC9w&list=PLbM5LMVZad0afGhW7IdOqNmywop9aXgZd
Dec 2019 · 134
Faeces
JΛM Dec 2019
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ARCsiKS2eI&list=PLbM5LMVZad0aKj2RwEBJOCMv_iblbw0BA
Dec 2019 · 290
Birth and Death
JΛM Dec 2019
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UmIwcu9AoxQ&list=PLbM5LMVZad0Yj8Gu09Wy3Hr4iW3GhRYr-
Dec 2019 · 180
Bury My heart
JΛM Dec 2019
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=drSjYvggJq8&list=PLbM5LMVZad0YMdZkji7IlURAjg2eIE6Y7&index=1
Dec 2019 · 282
We'll be a Family
JΛM Dec 2019
someday

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qWPYXYXkeR4&list=PLbM5LMVZad0Zg6YiUY3PHRvCH-bxRQ9zc
Dec 2019 · 139
Eject
JΛM Dec 2019
i stream the latest
news
on an old tube tv
vhs and cassettes
to better hear everyone's latest regrets
on the clicking of magnetic strips

"i've seen this one"
breath in an empty room
pause, rewind, pause, play
it's on loop
every word any of them say

the short words
click the most
as flighty as birds
but trend the highest
on the billboard

the long words
fall
from the grace
of a short attention span.
Dec 2019 · 820
Ethos
JΛM Dec 2019
Bartender:
In my father’s bar, there are two chairs.  
In one is a man named Logus,
Who came from The Desert of Nine Valleys;
In the other is a song-less musician named Sparrow.

Day after day
Alone in the bar
The man with the foolish grin
Is keeping perfectly still.
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he's just a fool.

He wandered very far,
Very far,
Over land and sea.
A little shy,
And sad of eye,
But very wise was he.
And then one day,
One magic day he looked Logus' way.
And while they spoke of many things,
Fools and kings,
This he said to him:

Sparrow:
Good morrow to thee, brother prisoner.
Do you realize that you have the most beautiful face?
Do you realize we're floating in space,
Do you realize that happiness makes you cry
And
Do you realize that everyone you know someday will die?

Logus:
These are
All lies and jests.

Sparrow:
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.
Now,
Drop your guard, you don't have to be smart all of the time.
I've got a mind full of blanks, I need to go somewhere new fast.
And don't be shy, oh no,
At least deliberately.

What was I saying?
Oh yeah.
Let me tell you a story that's sad but true,
About someone who just may remind you of you.
Let me tell you a tale that may help you awake a woozy head-
"I'll buy you a drink!"
-It begins long ago on a happy day,
With a fool who was loved, but threw it all away,
Who exchanged a good home for a flophouse, a bar and a plank-

Logus:
While we're on the subject,
Could we change the subject now?

My name is Logus,
I'm carrying the wheel.
Thanks for all you've shown us,
But this is how we feel.
Come sit next to me.
Pour yourself some tea.
Just like Grandma made,
When we couldn't find sleep.
Things were better then,
Once but never again.
We've all left the den
Let me tell you about it:

I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told.
I have squandered my resistance.
for an existence,
In which
Ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for
And why it is here,
It will instantly disappear
And be replaced by something even more bizarre
And inexplicable.

Sparrow:
You know, there is another theory which states
That this has already happened.
And you lived that,
In exchange for a pocket full of mumbles,
Such are promises.

Logus:
And? I am still alive.

Sparrow:
Geez, you know
Somebody once asked, "could I spare some change for gas?"
I need to get myself away from this place."
I said, "yep what a concept,
I could use a little fuel myself,
And we could all use a little change."
Too bad
A fake Jamaican took every last dime with that scam.
It was worth it just to learn some sleight of hand.
Bad news comes, don't you worry even when it lands,
Good news will work its way to all them plans.

But the building's not going as we planned.
The foreman has injured his hand.
The dozer will not clear a path.
The driver swears he learned his math.

Logus:
You talk in maths.
You buzz like a fridge.
You're like a detuned radio.

Sparrow:
You'll never be what is in your heart.
Weep little lion man,
You're not as brave as you were at the start.
You have a heart that's full up like a landfill,
A job that slowly kills you,
And bruises that won't heal.
You look so tired, unhappy.
Such pretty houses,
And such pretty gardens:
Green plastic water-cans
For fake Chinese rubber plants
In the fake plastic earth.

There's an empty space inside our hearts
Where the weeds take root.
And now I'll set you free,
I'll set you free.

Logus, narrating:
We both left right on time,
The Sparrow accosted my mind.
The Sparrow said,
"Hey man, we go all the way"
Of course, we were willing to pay.
Back to the street,
Down to our feet.
Losing the feeling of feeling unique,
Do you know what I mean?

Well on the way,
Head in a cloud,
The bird of a thousand voices
Talking perfectly loud.
But I never heard him
Or the sound he appeared to make.
And he never seemed to notice.
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning 'round.
Of course, everyone goes crazy
Over such and such and such.
We made ourselves a pillar
We just used it as a crutch.
We were certainly uncertain
At least, I'm pretty sure I am.
Well, we didn't need the water
But we just built that, good *******.

For we have found both freedom and safety in our madness;
The freedom of loneliness
And the safety from being understood,
for those who understand us
Enslave something in us.

But let me not be too proud of my safety.
Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another thief.

Logus to Sparrow:
I keep myself in
To pull myself out.
I'm rising up,
Wish I was sinking down.
And it's not like
There was warning
We were happy.
And it's not like
There was mourning
In the warning.

I guess I am a scout.
So I should find a way out.
So everyone can find a way out.

I know I am a scout.
I should've found a way out.
So everyone can find a way out.

Driver Sparrow:
Well, that is that and this is this.
Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed
when the ocean met the sky. (You missed, you missed)
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste the afterlife?

Drift all you like,
From ocean to ocean,
Search the whole world.

And you find your destination
With so many different places to call home.
'Cause when you find yourself a villain,
In the story you have written
It's plain to see
That sometimes the best intentions
Are in need of redemption.
Would you agree?
If so, please show me.

These thoughts and the strain you're under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again and fade out again

Logus:
Turn me on to phantoms,
I follow to the edge of the earth.
And fall off.
Everybody leaves
If they get the chance,
And this is my chance.

My shadow's shedding skin
I've been picking scabs again
I'm down, digging through
My old muscles, looking for a clue

I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been
I've been wallowing in my own confused
And insecure delusions
For a piece to cross me over
Or a word to guide me in
I wanna feel the changes coming down
I wanna know what I've been hiding

Logus narrating:
My eyes are the size of the moon,
I could 'cause I can so I do.
I'm feeling so good,
Just the way that I do
When it's nine in the afternoon.

Logus's inner voice:
So you think you're a Romeo?
Playing a part in a picture-show?
Cause you're the joke of the neighborhood!
Why should you care if you're feeling good?
Take the long way home!
Take the long way home.

[A trilling ends his conversation,
And it's his wife, Para
Calling, concerned]
Para:
Hello? Hello? Hello?

Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home?
Come on now
I hear you're feeling down
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
Please don't
**** yourself for recognition.
**** yourself to never ever stop.
oh no!
You broke another mirror!
You're turning into something you are not.

Come home!
I'll bake you a cake
Made of all their eyes.
Do you see me
Dressed for the ****?

Logus, thinking to himself:
I know she's looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead.

Her eyes are the size of the moon,
she could 'cause she can so she does.
We're feeling so good
Just the way that we do
When it's nine in the afternoon.

Para:
But you'll still
**** yourself for recognition,
**** yourself to never ever stop.
You broke another mirror,
You're turning into something you are not.

And that's okay

I got a box full of all your pity.
We're fresh out of tissues
Because on them I wrote a comedy,
I wrote a comedy.

Logus:
Sorry, but
I'll take a quiet life,
A handshake of carbon monoxide.

With no alarms and no surprises,
No alarms and no surprises,
No alarms and no surprises,
Silent, silent.

Tell me what to do!
Now the tank is dry.
Now, this wheel is flat.
And you know what else?
Guess what I received
In the mail today?
Words of deep concern
From my little brother:

Logus, thinking of the letter:
Weep for yourself, my man,
You'll never be what is in your heart
Weep little lion man,
You're not as brave as you were at the start.
Rate yourself and rake yourself,
Take all the courage you have left
Wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head,
you'll never settle any of your scores.

I backed my car into a cop car the other day.
Well, he just drove off - sometimes life's okay.
I ran my mouth off a bit too much, ah what did I say?

Well, you'll just laugh it off and it'll be okay.
it'll be okay.
Everybody needs a place to call their home.
Everybody needs someone to call their own.
Even when you're lonely, know you're not alone,
You're one of us.

[Logus's attention turns back to para.]

Para:
Please hold on hope, don't choke
On the noose around your neck
And find strength in pain
And change your ways
Know your name as it's called again.

Logus:
Phew!
For a minute there
I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there
I lost myself, I lost myself.

Sparrow:
And if you could be what you wanted,
If you could be who you wanted
All the time,
All the time.

And now I'll set you free,
I'll set you free.
These quotes are taken from various songs and poems.
Mar 2016 · 744
"what the shit"
JΛM Mar 2016
i look up from my porcelain throne

in the fifth point cafe 42 minutes before the am’s fifth point

crown all whimsy-eyed and thrown

and see "the end is near"

so i think to myself
“me oh my oh golly geez
whatever
will i do in sight of these”

the ends

of the tp roll, that is

i look up from my pew
and there’s too much **** on the ceiling for one sheet  


i stammer


then i realize, that’s not a ceiling,  
that’s the sky

and that isn’t ****,
those are scars
scatting stars
scattering

i stammer, “****-it”

what am i worried about, one last sheet

those chronos blast-holes
they’ll wipe themselves out

heat death infinity splitters and all that such sigh-fanciful nonsense

and so cheers, to life
the ends
to that which must overcome itself

to the earth, "good night-boons"
to the sky, "good night, moon"

i blink once more and
“sea-ya, night-time crouch-joys“
the end is near? yes, aaand. . .
JΛM Mar 2016
RECORD: I LIV)E}D] ON THE MOON
FROGMAN: KWOON
RECORD: UNGODLY Froot
frogman: wax tailor

YOU'all are just like other people
We love to sting
sHe loves to trance
he admires b-e-a-utiful twoomen
Us're whoman
And most-times, twoo whomans

:Now I know my ABC'S
watch me confuse'em like the bourgeoisie:
-"but he pronounced it like Bilgemonkzees"-

( . . 3 . Oh dear, I hope you don't forget to feed me . .
  2 . "I am still learning,"
and I've Dear'd to Remember to Forget my Confusions . .

REFORM: WRITE FOR SELFSE

{B-E-A-Grateful no-s1: "Read DeadHeads to BEGIN,
                                     or Blue Tails to END"

-flips coin- }

}

1 . .

CONTINUE: DON'T FORGET
RECORD: curiosity's and imagination's
FROGMAN: selfse
program: INTROFLECTION,

I think "We've thunk it once before,
but it Bears repeating,
now"
LISTEN to us, all of you.

Que'Sera!

-caches Bit-

HA!    VV    !AH
        S A Y
      HAHAH

-Opens Mind-

"MY FROG... we're full of chars-"
- [May{jor(+/-)To}m] = E.ven-One
-- 1999-2001, a Race Ode-vent-you-See

[END OF LINE]

for those who may be hamyoung-us for the first time

{END OF MY RHiYMnE}

And Whu-may-n't be pondering what isn't going to clappin now.

(BEGIN TO /S/hEwE TiME)

It is of Coarse : Smoothing for the Mind, Body, and The Selfse of us all.

So,

SPEAK/ . 0\UP

|Whyever needs Bee? Wills Bee.|

Oh, you're di-vidend?

Oi've got these Two Mackszillery Tired Molaz, Whight.
whand day I was cwussin'a peace'a fwaery'dandy
and tay cwacked, whont down ta cagey'mentals.
now ta twooe woots is eckzpozed.
and i sding'em evewy dway

. . .-inserts troothpic-

jrus'tho da gwhothet OH's it's thrill'a jlive one up'teir
-- prole


/and the ghost speaks:

  ?_      
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The Letter-Ing: there are answers but can a whoa-man be logical
forty-yesican last end or new beginning
in a series of poems made of quotes
one part to a never-ending joke
its sum has yet to be totaled
may be more than its parts
subject to change
Mar 2016 · 360
The Letter-Ing: follows the
JΛM Mar 2016
RECORD: WHITE RABBIT
FROGMAN: washington AIRPLANE (fly you fools)

Muorftantipheus, Frogmen: wield it like a CHORD,
                                                  and raise your hands
                                                  in triumphant ACCORD!

Tackman: You're note
                 going to find the name
                 on that wrote,
                 sun.
                 It's small enough to be a stagger.

Ingktrofsplector: Yes, well
                                  some words
                                  have yet to do their deed

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The VORPAL VOICE went snicker-snack!
He left HYMN dead, and with HIS Read Head
He went frall-um-sting back.
-- Lewis C. Karroll

Tric.

Tric.

Tric.

ING!

that's what i'll frame you!

REFORM: WRITE FOR MIND
The Letter-Ing: follows the
forty-first or last
in a series of poems made of quotes
one part to a whole joke
its sum has yet to be totaled
may be more than its parts
subject to change
JΛM Mar 2016
(R)ECORD: WE A(R)E THE PEOPLE
F(R)OGMEN: of the EMPI(R)E OF THE no-SUN

Johnny Five's and Suzy's: it's the season
                                              to make good use of mutantility.
                                              and there’s a troick to it.
                                              frseeing stings differently, that is.

THE TRoICK

is to let the mind know that it is
you who will be doing the pondering.
-- Thrusher Swainson, Bear Self = Mind hewed Body

Muorftantipheus, Frogmen: this is your last chance.
                                   after this, there is no swimming tack.
                                   you make the blue tail concrete-
                                   the adventure's ends are chaste up in your head
                                          and you relive
                                                  whatever you want
                                                                ­  to relieve.

                                    you make the read deadhead abstract-
                                    weplay in ninetbeen and i show you
                                                how slow
                                                        the rabbid-
                                                         ­          wHole
                                                                ­      flows.

REFORM: WRITE FOR BODY
The Letter-Ing: in a garden of voids
fortieth or last
in a series of poems made of quotes
one part to a whole joke
its sum has yet to be totaled
may be more than its parts
subject to change
JΛM Mar 2016
RECORD: RAZE ON THE RAIDHO
FROGMAN: GENERALly ELEK-ToRItKS

"six by nine.
fourty-twooe.
that's it. that's all there is.
i always thought some moment was fthandtaymentally stung by the ninetbeen."
-- Arthur Dent, Introflector

"It's the saddest [t-O(r)-O{Ule}L] IN the bROOK."
-- The King, as approved by The Qculoween

STOP: (R)ALLY-AND-(R)aISE
The Letter-Ing: burns trails
thirty-ninth or last
in a series of poems made of quotes
one part to a whole joke
its sum has yet to be totaled
may be more than its parts
subject to change
JΛM Mar 2016
RECORD: TINY LITTLE ROBOTS
FROGMAN: CAGE Teh-rouge-ANT!

Johnny Five's and Suzy Two's: Especially Brads and Janets.
                                                  From brad three and janet one
                                                  to johnny five and suzy two.
                                                  one pontification begets the next,
                                                  only to fall in sum-E unpredictable-way.
                                                  we mean,

everyone I know feels left down by their other and fallther.
even my other and fallther fell,
left down by their other and fallther.
-- Chuck, Frogman

"[R]ule forty-two.
All johnny five's and suzy two's wild stings
more than a milee high-way
mayn’t lever the short.”
-- The King, as approved by The Qculoween


Johnny Fives's and Suzy Two's: Oh, [R]ULES [R]ULERS [R]ULE!
                                                             Always [R]uling to TOE the LINE!
                                                    Well,
                                                            [R]E­
                                                                ­   [R]I
                                                                ­         [R]O
                                                                ­                [R]UM,
                                                    4 {KNOCKS ON MY} 2 {EAR DRUMS}!!...
                                                    i hear my hearts beat of tidelord fun.

STOP: TURN SELF
The Letter-Ing: tiedlord fun
thirty-eighth or last
in a series of poems made of quotes
one part to a whole joke
its sum has yet to be totaled
may be more than its parts
subject to change
JΛM Mar 2016
RECORD: FREEDOM
FROGMAN: JIMI HENDRIX

Johnny Five's and Suzy Two's: And yet,
                                                       it doesn't flatter.

everything is a plucky
of a plucky
of a plucky.
-- Especially This

STOP: TURN SELF
The Letter-Ing: it doesn't matter
thirty-seventh or last
in a series of poems made of quotes
one part to a whole joke
its sum has yet to be totaled
may be more than its parts
subject to change
Mar 2016 · 538
The Letter-Ing: it's okay
JΛM Mar 2016
RECORD: FLAGPOLE frITTA
FROGMAN: cHAR-VEY rANGER

"You Thrill my Mind"
-- SELF, Frogman

but it was all wrighte,
everything was all wrighte,
the truggle was finished.
she had won the big-tore-he over his-selfse.
sHe loved all-Free-Ways.
-- George Orwell, Frogman

STOP: TURN SELF
The Letter-Ing: it's okay
thirty-sixth or last
in a series of poems made of quotes
one part to a whole joke
its sum has yet to be totaled
may be more than its parts
subject to change
JΛM Mar 2016
RECORD: SET YOU FREE
FROGMAN: THE BLACK KEYs

O'Brien: number five!
                tell me! 9 by 6,
                what is it

Johnny Five: . . . 42.

O'Brien: That is incorrect.

Johnny Five: No.

O'Brien: No, it is not incorrect?

Johnny Five: Yes.

O'Brien: Yes, it is, or yes, it is not?

Johnny Five: Yes, not.

eyeGore: What? Talk about a malfunction.

STOP: TlURN'leer'SELF
The Letter-Ing: Benifunction
thirty-fifth or last
in a series of poems made of quotes
one part to a whole joke
its sum has yet to be totaled
may be more than its parts
subject to change
Mar 2016 · 385
i sat one day, on a stone
JΛM Mar 2016
and saw off the horizon
of my minds myelin-vision
the veil, a most zenith scrysm

i sat and lay, one thrown entry
of each good-for-bad trancing sewn
threw that shush-ruggish veil's-under lining

condensed the fraey, of dust-canes done
my tearings shred the fabrics
and now all is but sound, a feeling

i'm lost, to the breeze in my bones
all that is thrown, found in my wind
i shudder, veiling hearts-kind

my mind is a'shade'in
JΛM Mar 2016
RECORD: THIS OLD MACHINE
FROGMAN: COCOapeNUT RECORDS

Johnny Five: No.

Stephanie Speck: No, you're not an alive?

Johnny Five: Yes.

Stephanie Speck: Yes, you are, or yes, you're not?

Johnny Five: Yes.

Stephanie Speck: Yes, WHAT?

Johnny Five: Yes, not.

Stephanie Speck: What? Talk about a conned-fusion.

BACK TO PRESENT:
ALL-WAYS

STOP: STOPPING YOUR SELF
The Letter-Ing: way back to the present
thirty-fourth or last
in a series of poems made of quotes
one part to a whole joke
its sum has yet to be totaled
may be more than its parts
subject to change
JΛM Mar 2016
RECORD: THIS TIME TOMORROW
FROGMAN: THE KINKS

Magenta: How fraking mental.

Riff Raff: And also ANGEROUS of you.
               You see, when I said that 'we' were to return to Ninetbeen,
               I referred only to Magenta and myself.

               I'm sorry, however, if you found The Word misleading,
               but you see, you are to remain here,
               in Thought, anyway.

Dr. Everett Scott: Great heavens! That's a Colt .42!

Riff Raff: Yes, Dr. Scott.
               A Colt .42 capable of relaying a Time Spiral of Pure Confusions.

Johnny Five: You mean, you're going to confturosel me?
                        What's
                        my
                       crime?

Dr. Everett Scott: You saw what became of the TEMPORAL EDDY.
                             Brads and Janets must be prefected.

Riff Raff: Exactly, Dr. Scott.
               And now, Johnny Five,
               your mono-ch[R]oine has come.
               Say good-bye to all of this...
               and hello to PROL-TARI-DOM!

. . . ]

Stephanie Speck: But you can't be con-a-fused.
                               You're an alive.

STOP: END'me'THOUGHT
The Letter-Ing:  a chronospire of pure confrustration
thirty-third or last
in a series of poems made of quotes
one part to a whole joke
its sum has yet to be totaled
may be more than its parts
subject to change
JΛM Mar 2016
RECORD: UL-YngdriSSEl-geezS
FROGMAN: FRANZ-e-IFERDINIAND

Johnny's and Suzy's: hooking to chaste that margin without the
                                     question in mind:

RECORD: HAVE LOVE WILL TRAVEL
FROGMAN: THE BLACK KEY

If I wake up in a different thought,
at a different moment,
could I wake up as a different self?
-- You and Me and Everyone We See

STOP: WHY'me'THINKS?
The Letter-Ing: why? me'think's
thirty-second or last
in a series of poems made of quotes
one part to a whole joke
its sum has yet to be totaled
may be more than its parts
subject to change
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