newest poems: feedback welcome From: Jack Bowman LMFT To: Bob Bryan (bryworld@aol) Date: Wed, Dec 24, 2014 3:04 pm Mondo Music Following along, playin with the canned drum trying to replay whats been made so well before its been done so much better the scary okie singers; it doesnt bother them to remake the magic to record the voice, the mood but it is like Baby Doo said A mockingbird sing everyone elses song aint got one of its own I can be a mocker, on stage, real loud, Id rather spread wide, my wings Id rather make my own Mondo music, just because, then see if anyone else feels it; they do, fine, they dont, no loss, Im still real. --------------------------------- Love on a Leash Thrashes, burning stretches away from the master will not be permitted jerks, reactive, rough statements made will only bring more pain, more suffering, Frank tries regardless and finds only the tightening scarlet marks around his throat eyes blur, from a near fatal act of defiance there are rules, must be order and lessons, structure and form, must be maintained ...on the outside so that no one asks whats on the inside. --------------------------------- The Limits Adaptive radiation stretches dark energy through the frantic cosmos of our present reality there are no easy ways to pull back into the smallest green parkland and just stop expectations are high, tension is tight, the Wallendas are walking high again as people fall off the comet of life to crash land; ice particles on some barren asteroid try to find ride, to get back on the Orion capsule is not yet ready for the trip, space shuttle long retired, Kirk and Spock dream trek in their 80s if they can find a new director the answers are slow, direct, etches in stone passively waiting for the comet to crash rollercoaster wall street math akin to corporate Vegas with less morals its all made up self justified, stress and power over others based on a set of common beliefs, which in the end, mean nothing there is no rich white mans afterlife money cannot buy you a stairway to heaven and a box seat in the great beyond the games are over the dream of the sleeping Vishnu is not what happens when he wakes for that we will all see later on. --------------------------------- My Irish is Up So, the walls close in; expectations are warped holiday presents, stress emerges as energy to be channeled into various power strips to fuel projects, events, work and handle crises when things happen, they do and venting is overdone, more often than processing, mistakes are made I hurt someone dear to me I feel waves of shame dishonor defeat there is no way to repair this quickly it demands healing which, if successful at all, takes something none of us have enough of love and time. -------------------------------- Jimi Said Sparks of infinity enlighten the blind, bind space, mute kings, dying for spectacle listen to the words behind the feedback under actions of reverb he speaks up, coughs, laughs, lays it down when the speech ends the lesson begins road trip pack your bags we have a long journey ahead. ---------------------------- Passage of Trolls We take a new trail, down into the dry river bed, near the dam, primarily ignored by all, but the riders who take horses down; through the scrub, sand, mud and rounded limestone, flint, marble the boys are ahead, I follow, call out, try to keep their eyes on the horseshoe prints, that will keep us progressing, safe, soon, we come upon a large pillar; cement support for New York Drive we head down the easier side the youngest yells, echo a response comes, not from the cement walls, but from above, sounds like Boris Karloff in the Mummy a moan of discomfort, after being disturbed, we look up, rows of cardboard, grime, graffiti, blankets, tarps, carefully packed in rows, beneath the roadside edge of the overpass on the other side, there are also wood planks along with similar, configured insulation this was not random debris but, a colony of disenfranchised humans packed below beams and concrete apparently upset by our presence I imagine huge grotesque creatures demanding payment of some perverse price for passage through their realm and the penalty for withholding; a vast agonizing penance, my eyes stay focused , vigilant, shhh I say to the boys, keep moving. Love, Peace and Knowledge Jack G Bowman MA LMFT 42855 youtube/JackGBowman facebook/jackgbowman goodreads/author/show/621420.Jack_Bowman bluecanvas/jackbowman amazon/-/e/B00F5DJ6TI My Poetry Books: Thanatos on a Southland Freeway (2001) Paranormal Libido (2002) Incarnate Canals of Mars (2003) Unnatural Fire (2004) Diamonds in the Sand (2007) Moths Singed by Moonlight (2008) Vision and Presence (2009) Serpents in the Stratosphere (2010) A Walk into Darkness (2011) Red Velvet Apocalypse (2012) Other Realms of Being (2013) Incandescent Silence (2014) My Therapy Books: The 8 week Self-Esteem Workbook (2011) The Dilemmas of Men (2014) all books available at Amazon or thebookpatch original music also available on Amazon see Jack Bowman and the VIPs Dark Passages Vol. 1,2,3.
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