jpaulgorman

the walkers, the deciders the flimsy and the flooded claiming repeatedly always sayin' through the tunnels and flows near paradise and ebbs slurring words and stumbling always sayin' the junkies and the beaten the heartless, the wailers counting days and nights and seasons always sayin' the screamers, the lush the noiseless space scattered and starved always sayin'

e                               had a dream about losing a girl              a my girl, independent and wise e saw a scene where flags unfurled                a                          salute the folks who had to die d you are the princes a you are the queens e dancing in the clouds                       a i can hear you sing  walked the plank of blackbeard's ship anchored just off the shore kissed her lips and whispered prayers she'll get her merc...

naw man, i'm gonna stay right here. you guy's go on and have yer fun. i'm gonna sit here and feel the sitting. "aw man, that's jus crazy talk." naw it ain't. "you jus a fool ol man." yep. a fool to you. if you a fool to a fool that makes you not a fool. you'll figure it out one day boy. "shiiit." like i says, go on and have yer fun. but before you scoot. let me give you another bit of advise. if ye ain't too dumb to listen. now now, shut up, I'm talking. if yer gonna be all into sin. sin bravely will ya please. "what's this crazy cat talkin' 'bout sinning bravely." crazy's right. crazy for love, crazy for peace, crazy for joy. i almost can't take it no mo'. your jive talkin' struttin' fool self don't have love, peace, or joy. looks like t' me. now run on, i'm tryin' to feel myself sit. "aw, you jus a fool ol man." Martin Luther i...

a lion in a japanese shop, you've heard the term, whistling so everyone hears, big noggin and flowing hair, always want to inflict knee damage, a quick hit to the patella, aim for the acl or mcl, bring that loudmouth down, make him shake in pain, humbled and repentant. cross the i's and dot the t's, you've heard the term, nothing left to chance, meticulous and planned, from where no time exists, grave markers are frauds, giving an end to the unending, mark me with a memory, and a quick song, punk rocks.

three were applying makeup, masterfully and precise. about eight of ten wore frowns, like permanent mourning. one guy looked catatonic, literally with one eye asleep. at least ten or twelve were laughing, alone, but laughing, probably the radio. most wore shades and pulled shades, all kinds of eye protection and cool. some looked paniced at the late hour, those the world somehow really needs. only two of them looked back at me, and i nodded, the observers of faces. thumbwork and audio communication didn't stop, the social circle pulse continues. don't like to idle, like to move, so i can get settled.

blues are real stories set to music. and if missing real stories and music, real stories must be made to music. first, get a guitar. it's the easiest travel instrument, and travel is what it'll take to get good stories. kiss somebody goodbye, pack lightly, and start walking. some of them stories would haunt the listener, sending them into your blue moments. temporary relocations are available to anywhere. national geographic scenes, underwater, in space, spiney deserts, erased forests, natives clad in rags. from there, find a good chord combination and tap out a melody. don't forget about minor chords and seven chords, e the moaner, a the yeller, d the weeper. sing what you wrote, aloud to brothers and sisters you've never met. many will nod, some will hand you cash, most will ignore, but it won't matter, cause you'll have the blues.

incredible voice, a masterpiece of sound the presence you possess, impressive you are on your way, your destiny awaits our arrows mean we love you, you're welcome diversity is what seperates you, just impressive moved, inspired, lifted, the range of emotions the journey of the road ahead, spotlight moments glitter and glamour, multiple personal assistants show tunes and dances, bass players and drummers respect is scarce, the known reality of the production morning shows and late shows, magazine interviews freedom of expression clouding the judgments chase the camera, then the camera chases you you pretend to be annoyed, but you're hooked hits and plays and cuts and tracks and drinks performance art and creative art confused again

to make a good chili, you gotta start with the meat selection. shoulder roast is best, for sure, but more importantly the way you get it ground up is critical. ask the butcher for the chili meat cut and get about 3 pounds. it will be lean so that will make quite a bit. enough for six to eight. mainly with chili, it's about the spices you don't use. many will dazzle you with concoctions of ridiculous proportions. spices of unknown orgin. strangely, always leaving out the pepper. here's the deal, all you need is a bunch of chili power and cumin, perhaps combining whole seeds and cumin powder, in a 2/1 ratio. you then have the basis of chili. salt and pepper at the very end. i've eaten horrible chili before. chili with kahlua, chili with chocolate, white chili. i've left many full bowls of chili on the table due to taste issues. the creativity comes next. tomato sauce and diced tomatoes are a given, but here's where you should take note. rotel. yes, the mexican and...

your big beautiful eyes, still beautiful your shining light of hope, still shining your loving servant heart, still serving your glorious smile, still glorious your peaceful sleeping, still peaceful your mother soul, still mothering your scents of flowers, still scenting your love of God, still absolute your family is together, still your family loves you, still your family adores you, still and always.

what he said he could never take back the careful reluctance of his words understanding the fate ahead with anticipation and restlessness a confused state of affairs to be sure but at times completely exhilarating this world with its distractions and taboos tip-toeing the border of repentance and grace oh, and it becomes more important than anything else this wayward albatross sleep is taken like candy beat out of a pineada rash colors prevail and a slow-cooked peace hovers what he wrote will be forgotten forgotten, absolutely, by most who looked and read but one will remember, remember a phrase, a glance keep on the light, let the night linger, write at the coolness of dawn

g failing love, is there any other kind c failing love, like a nursury ryhme g                                                   f failing love, with your heart in your hand             c            g                  f               c   put that bum that you loved in the garbage can funny love, tries hard every time funny love, clears hearts and minds funny love, when love is at it's most hit the hills in the summer, in the winter hit the coast stubborn lov...