jpaulgorman

In space it must be quiet. Silence we've never not heard. Eternal empty hollowness. Nothing filling the space. Blank. Blank. Blank. Answers to questions of the day. The puzzle is always taking form. Billions of eyes continue the search. Soundwaves of mute. Silence. Silence. Silence. Points of view and scripts. Intellectuals cannot be understood. They are well known to be wrong. Common fools in the end. Echo. Echo. Echo. Bribery will not work anymore. These scoundrels and thieves. Innocent palms were nailed. To the money tree. Greed. Greed. Greed. This prizefight is full of action. Body punches and hooks. Jabs connecting with iron chins. Spit buckets and broken noses. Ring. Ring. Ring. Rumble on, rumble on.

To the end of the age. Teaching, not judging. Not commanding. That has already been done. And go it is. To make, create. For no selfish reason. As best as possible. No power, just knowledge. Simple logic. With supernatural elements. Articulation of some sort. About love and how faith is made. With the participation of God. At Sicily's the bread keeps coming. Your wine is free. The body keeps going. Until blood is cheap. Individuals and associations. Get together to protest lies. Anything other than the truth. Regardless of what is lit up. Despite the observations.

No relevancy and time for a walk. The outsiders don't understand. Where the living is good and easy. Boxes stacked on boxes. No keys fit the locks. Numbered and labeled. Jarred and stashed on the shelf. Made to wait and waste time. As glory gets ever closer. Through the best and worst. Towards the daylight of the gate. For a long time. No busting out. Just a bust.

Determination and all its flaws. The chant of the infected...... Control the scene completely. The envisioning involved...... Imagining all sorts of things. The blanks have been filled...... In with the water and faith. When the spirit arrives...... When the Word comes alive. And the Truth is sweet...... Like candy or fruit or jelly. The Light has set you free...... No expectations are attached. Live forgiven...... Happened a long time ago. Determined and done......

"Our Gals Are The Best Gals" by jpg The reports from Birmingham kept arriving.  Glowing and descriptive, the styles distinctive, the words sparse, as requested.  Only the words that mattered:  Blue Monkey at Nine, Bucket, Veljovic, J Clyde, The Magic City, A 1000 dying suns, Delaney on the mind.  Incidents and no accidents, glaring and demanding victory.  Americans, the Swiss killers.  Alabama Shirly was right.  Everything was fine.  Documented and recorded, accessible digitally forever.  Memories are obsolete.   Making experiences is the modern day making memories.  Do it.  Go.  This is our time.  Houston loomed, a Super time for GaGa to fly, followed by red, white, and blue drones.  A pledge to the flag and a dive.  Piano song showed them all.  Women do rule.  Red clay ahead, River Oaks and the fashion shows.  Feliciano Lopez groupies and discussions with Brad Gilbert.  He was right...

Napoleon was a creep.  The power grubber of barbaric Europe.  The civilized moved to Texas.  Back when the cattle roamed back and forth across the Rio Grande.  Like Lonesome Dove.  Visions of McMurtry, our finest writer.  On his terms of endearment and his last picture show.  Duane's depressed. Rhino wars.  The Archer City book man.  Gone hollywood, gone on the road, gone back.  Live and let live, and write it down.  It is some kind of life.  A future, perhaps. Yes, Napoleon was a creep.  Envied by all the creeps in history, evidently.  Admired for this ridiculous trait.  Hysterics of the sore kind.  Bitterness and snarks.  The boots will snuff em out.  Like a thousand cigarette butts.  Common litter is all.  Your mess is your own mess.  The world needs light, and the world has light.  Good is better than bad.  Happy is better than sad.  The creeps should be drowned...

-That ole nothing feeling.  No good or bad or otherwise. -Lord knows you're up and with it.  Caught my look into your eyes. -Bring back the Commonwealth. We'll invite y'all to apply. -Keep out the snakes and suckers.  Might just be you and I. Wanna hear about your dreams. Aw yeah, tell me more, tell me more. Its all gone crazy in New Orleans. Slipped out the back room door. -So drive on my outter space friends.  See all the rock formations. -Point west for the big picture show.  Catch it on the TV station. -Blow east for wisdom and tricked up zen.  In touch with all creation. -Go north and know the rusted past that built this metal nation. Wanna hear about your dreams. Aw yeah, tell me more, tell me more. Its all gone crazy in New Orleans. Slipped out the back room door. cg dcg cg amg

"That Dog Bites" by peoplesDuke T-Top almost whipped a street guitarist's ass for calling him an ass-hole.  For taking a pic of his Husky who was licking his hand.  The dude says "watch out, that dog bites!"  T-Top spoke to the chic on the ground next to the Siberian Husky, the petting approved and implied consent.  The Husky had beautiful blue eyes, the girl had a brown hue all round her.  The clothes, the hair/eyes, the imagined smell.  The entitled 6th St.-type millennial never took his finger off the pick.  He sat on top of a trash bin kept plucking the E string nervously.  T-Top moved aggressively with a clenched fist.  It went from 0 to 60 fast.  Immediately we realized it was not worth it.  We headed down the hill to our hotel.  He called us "Yuppies" when we were 20 ft. away.  We laughed. "Blue Monkey at 9" by CB After the commanding Singles performance of Sock and Isner, confidence levels were high acros...

"Delaney on the Mind" by T-Top Tracking through the deep south with the hint of andouille sausage, pimento cheese, and local honey seeping from our pores, we are 10 miles outside of Birmingham, AL. headed to the civil rights museum for some historical perspective ...antebellum homes, stars, bars, and pick up trucks ...the Alabama hot biscuit still on our minds. "Bucket" by CB Birmingham, the nucleus for race relations on Redneck Island Season 3. Scattered, capped, gravy on the side.  Tennis and more tennis with Delaney itching my mind and other parts.  Black market karaoke with no one to sing.  Executive orders by accused undercover racist.  Our time has come and gone, the dream of unification stays real but seems distant. "Revolution & Reconciliation" by peoplesDuke Just under the surface of 21st century life, the City of Birmingham's past is viewed with an intense, unforgiving microscope.  The prayer marchers gathered near a firehou...

...feel like a dweller, act like a rebel... .all the while knowing everything's fine. ...feel like a loner, act like a stoner... .keeping busy and gazing to the sky. ...feel like a downer, can't be a frowner... .natural born skeptic, gonna give it a try. ...feel like maybe trusting, haven't yet  rusted... .life is to live, so live it on the fly. ...feel understated, act motivated... .paid a wage to make it all seem alright. ...feeling really lucky, life seems really lovely... .falling asleep with a clear and lit up mind. gdcg ddcg

"Disguted & Embarrassed" by peoplesDuke ATM incident in E. TX., 2 wheels off the ground in Louisiana, listening to ABBA whilst weaving through the endless caravan of 18 wheelers. Nightfall has come and the quiet whir of the road resonates up through the "may-pop" tires. 63k miles on the Elantra and no recollection by the JBK that the tires have been replaced. Will we get there... Transaction not authorized. $200 requested, $0 dispensed. Alabama Shirley guaranteed late arrival. Mary, Jenny, Steffi, et. al have settled in for the night. T-Top, peoplesDuke, and "CB" ChillyBilly have taken flight. Evenly spaced red lights mesmerize, hypnotize, and guide by soft light. Johnny & June sing along the way "I'm going to Jackson"  blares. "Ghosts of Vicksburg" by CB Mighty Miss the powerful river in our rear view. The ghosts of Vicksburg haunt us.  The stars, the sky, the north, and the south mix in the air we breathe as mo...