Tribute

Tribute

Wind,
you’ve shown me that despite
my goodwill, there is a limit
to my physics.

Praise be
to the elemental existence,
that makes you: and you,
breath.

We walk because we are alive,
refusing to act out of rage,
instead this silent yawp,
will bring you forward,
and this will be brilliant.

New site for music

Hello,

Due to the many wonderful illogical fallacies of modern technology from now on all new songs will be posted from this site. Here are two new songs for starters, my tribute to Coltrane and Miles Davis.

Peace and Enlightenment,
Jon

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Public Jazz

Public Jazz

I trip to celestial rhythms
gliding over the cold steel
of the el, watching
birds sink into grey skies,
absorbed in wind,
the Earth repays us kindly.
North side rising on the East,
moving, roaring, roaming, revolving, pushing: back.
Interference creating a static pound in the quiet air,
gliding past holy shrines and faded signs.
City of Love has covered her streets
in orphaned material,
seeping deeper below wind burnt pavement
where I fell and lost my, my…something.

3 Shorts

Light

As much as you and I would like to see,
beyond this false hope: immortality,
reason to breath, and disgusted we seem,
the endless charade, it shall never cease,
when lights’ upon light, endless shall we weep,
the loss of true life is all we can keep,
the loss of this night, is all we can keep.

God

What is exchanged in fluorescent
hues remains fickle.
Questions so shallow,
commerce is GOD!
Weaved into the swollen
soul fabric, how they thirst
for this.
I must subject myself
to codes of conduct,
written by false prophets.
Waiting for the woman
with strange eyes
to play games with the
lost children, screaming
for senseless shit in tiny
islands, rejoice!

Advice

From this broken block of frigid air
and shattered images love comes.
Days where I feel like once a month,
I die, and am reborn.
I spoke to an old friend yesterday, telling him
of this; he says, it is necessary to continue on like this,
for each time we are reborn, we gain the compassion and
compulsion to carry on.

What If

What If

What if I told you
I’ve spent all night
walking through this green
desert, diamond hued,
I’d opt for water.
What if I told you
these cathartic hymns
mask a sadness for
the liquid burnt sunrise
climbing up these iced walls?
What if I showed you this?
Would you repent back into
the sustained, supreme dawn?
Crawling the ground and cursing the light
for this inherent blindness?

Evolution My Dear

Evolution My Dear

Many years ago,
you were born of dust and sun,
a strange light in spite of yourself.
Crawling eyes adjusting,
scent preparing,
consuming the emerald species
who ate their young,
declaring them: delicious, delicate, and decadent.
Pressing forth despite fatigue and starvation,
we sought to reinvent the city as a giant joke,
but everything disappeared leaving us sulfur burnt
and naked, starting over in endless abundant blue.

Water

Water

I’ve been thinking, scatting holy rhythms,
trying to cope, shadows on these walls,
they are as confused as I am.
Walking thru paradise,
listening to water roll across these stones,
I saw finite wisdom
carved into the stream,
out of focus to my tired eyes.
For every line written,
I cease to know,
standing in front of windows,
lit smoke,
I dream of tangled messes, and I
can’t understand this
urgency to begin and this
heart to end.
These eyes are haunting me, beautiful grace,
suspended in heaven telling me:
“Look, it’s all there!”

And the rhythms, the rhythms, the rhythms,
and the sound.
I am safe here with your cries of exasperated
orgasms shining like crosses, and god-like breasts.
Embracing in the river,
howling
I want this, like blind men wish for sight.
I want this like how we all suffer.
I seek enlightenment thru lowered lips,
reversed entry, going back to where I’ve come from.
I want to hear again:
you.

The Great Vison

Greetings from the age of indulgence.

Here are four new poems based on current thoughts and observations. Enjoy.


The Great Vision

Nirvana =
Peace & Wisdom

I obtain this:
no light opens us alone,
these hands must work too.

Eternity = nothing,
the bond between us and around.

When walking through time,
it is necessary to smash all clocks,
when traversing the great mountains
direction is only implied, not concrete.
To know peace you must spend countless
nights awake.
To awaken you must spend many lives:
asleep.

What Was Left Unspoken

What Was Left Unspoken

A few times he offered a ride,
seeing me walk down these streets.

“Hello” says the stranger,
(no response)
“How are you?”
(no response)

Sing, sigh, sight.
Look, nothing is…
(no words)
This ten second stare says all.
“I won’t be seeing you again…
keep the faith.”
Walking away I knew all too well.

So, with that comes disappearance &
acknowledgment.
These lights create the ominous
fading as he walks away.

Endless shall they weep…

Jan 1

January 1, 2009

My breath copulating
with the frigid air and smoke,
I reflect on walking long distances.

List of thoughts:
I created swooning goddesses,
and kiss instead of spat at my muse.
I embraced the warmth of static infused thought.
Losing everything taught me the fickle truth
of possessions.
Letting go of fleeting images taught me the meaning of peace.
I’ve no qualms with the realities of my life,
for I am free forevermore.
God bless us dreamers,
fuck complacency,
obtain light,
love the dichotomy.

It’s been real,
it’s been hell,
thank-you for the sleepless nights
contemplating spasms in 10 x 10
plastered rooms.

I love you, than-you,
let us begin again.