jpaulgorman

em fall in line (fall in line) am jitterbug (jitterbug) kick the cat (kick the cat) make some love (make some love) sisterhood (sisterhood) hand me downs (hand me downs) replace the carpet (replace the carpet) stand around (stand around) d7                                                  em the flavors of this life will make you sing d7                                                   am the stories of this life will make you sing d7        ...

when we finally close these eyes, we'll really see. the unexplained will seem perfectly logical. possibly, we'll breathe easier. absolutely, we'll hear trumpets. we'll slowly live eternal life. provisions obsolete and groans unknown. the bitter taste of life replaced by a rush of enlightenment. fully, completely, and always. oh the wonder! oh the glory! oh the peace!....................so we wait, sorrowful at times, but anxious mostly. burdens are light, but anticipation makes us restless. lost souls walking in the dark, reaching for answers, reaching for anything to guide their ways. they are creatures of the Divine too. listen to them plead, listen to them beg, listen to them moaning!.........take a moment right now, before it's too late, to banish understanding. forget your pride and listen to your gut. we are not alone.

a true mess it is the ridiculous irony manhunts and suicide bombers he looked out over the ridge dust in the distance could be a thousand things jackrabbit dinner a tree falling silently he imagined a lone predator stalking the river beds her baby girls sleeping on the bank eyes the prey looks it over for a while knowing every inch of the destined she manipulates and moves slow heart's at half speed suddenly a burst noises of the fierce and dying a final and merciful grip blood runs cold another day for the ladies.

thought in succession rapid and easy the day awaits like a mountain a hundred miles away loose but altered very selectively first thought best thought proposing actual thought as worthy of expression too these lines and patterns weaving, skipping, hiding, brutal and proud mind over body fades, mind over soul endures

between cowardice and bravery the decision of every man and woman just outside of recognition where mistakes are not considered flinging rose petals and ropes to the pirates on the other side jaw dropping feats of impossibility and a relatively pleasing peace of soul throughout history we soldier on facing gloomy days and winning most the insignificant create nothing like a user reading atlas shrugged lines in the sand drawn for nothing just a puppet in another game dust collects on the books and pictures microscopic shreds of life fully lived imperfections covered up by the millions one brush at a time theories and settings and character traits all coming to an end and leaving illumination just outside of recognition where the sane people dwell

a good man is like God's worn out jeans... a good man is like a fire's burning embers... a good man is like a good practical joke... a good man is like a map of asia... ...and asia never once quit calling me. a good man is like a starlet's double d's... a good man is like a second cup of coffee... a good man is like a raging dinner bell... a good man is like a smiling desperado... ...and desperados always have a plan. a good man is like a prince with wings... a good man is like a sundown on the bayou... a good man is like a lemon or a lemondrop... a good man is like a runner in a dream... ...and dreams are heaven's glimpses.

     The call he made to the prime minister of Mexico on a calm November day of 2017 was critical in Texico's road to nationhood. L. Dean had just finished a breakfast of 2 eggs and toast and over coffee he contacted Francisco Del Corona and told him what he was proposing.  "Fran, open your mind.” they spoke in english due to L. Dean's solitary language abilities, “A union of our two countries seems the most natural thing in the world t' me."      "Well amigo, I can see the benefits too, however, we pause due to our historical place at the heel of your boots. Remember the Mexican people haven't always been treated very well by the Texans, go back generations."      "Damn Fran! Who burned who at the Alamo? And who brought their war to San Antonio and San Angelo. You remember than little 7 year old girl the Mexican druggies kidnapped and tortured on TV. Those bastards are gone now. Long gone." He paused and cont...

.....woke up shell-shocked and alarmed.  starting to feel like i'm being controlled.  every man needs a path to walk, a woman's touch, and a pot of gold.  my path has become worn down to the dirt.  any top soil is gone.  the true earth is walked.  and drove.  over and over.  my path is a circle, it seems.  mentally, however, the circle creates a wonder.  the many lives of uneasiness.  a good and congenial soul.  at peace and rest.  a woman's face of desperation and worry.  alone and shaking at the world's monsters.  grateful she is for the confidence.  understanding the endurance required.  she makes a house and keeps a home.  stands by her truth and keeps the commands.  only herself she guards.  like a wasted garden.  left to restlessness and glances.  a poor man with a bank of cash.  perseverance rewarded.  the circle proved fruitful, and the vows rang true.  ou...

God is seperate, and no doubt superior. He is in the heavens, He is walking among us, and He is within us. The Trinity summed up. God in heaven is a cozy feeling, there is a place we will dwell. Among us is harder to grasp, but Jesus is the best known man to ever live on the earth. That Person of the Trinity rose from the dead. There seems a way to get to our dwelling place. Within us is the most misunderstood and unrealized aspect of our God. The true nature of God is to create, give, love. Do not make Him a God of yourself. For He is seperate. But know that He does live within you, guiding your daily actions and decisions. Some call it conscious, some call it my gut, some call it intuition, the women for sure. And remember, at His core, God is a creator. What you create can, and should, be God inspired. Even the dark creations.

once, when i was a little younger, and a little dumber, i tried to carry the weight of this damn ole world.  i'll tell you it was an awful feeling.  nights and nights of fret and worry.  days and days of toil and anguish.  for what?  a bag of nothing loaded with chest pains for those caught in the trap.  another day for those who've turned their backs on circumstance.  exsist in the moments, inspire and influence with a plan, stretch your limbs, and sleep a peaceful sleep.     

consider a small nuisance an annoying turn of events visualize a heart beat it's continuous pumping drive over to a painter's den old litter on the floor wrapers and smocks a towel hangs from a hook the painter wipes her brow and stares out an open window

rivers will find the true path always and without apology inevitability truth and all it's simplicity unloads the desperate inevitability but the flesh! the flesh! mmmmm, sang the choir inevitability

the light in here is a bit heavy all along the country lane she sweated all the cares of the entire world went the long way, by the gasoline station peering into store windows on the way some auction was going down in the round space girls with glitter and memories moving in unision to the beat of the band fear not was said ten thousand ways and the prophet's words fulfilled pardon me she moaned but would you mind taking me to dance blue, blue those eyes. and alive. become what you want to be, but hurry the crow's getting louder and louder thirty three degrees and the coffee shop closed at 8:30 what kind of joint are you running? the government's gonna make it fair karl marx was a well intentioned man but a seer he was not motivation is what turns the engine of capitalism another flawed system in it's pure form but right in it's harmoniuos relationship with human nature marxism and it's historical place of failure patronize the yo...

c                          g              we talked in that northern town f                         c on the forest highway f                                 g where the sisters and mothers f                     c gathered to pray. sang songs of knowing grace and thought of texico where the rightous get buried with sins that we know. em            ...