jpaulgorman

A peaceful, uneasy feeling. Like a wish it was over. Get on with it already. Find out human characteristics. The heartbeat within. Hand out compliments and rhyme. Suppose and occur. Consider and learn. Connections through existing entities. Equipping through expansion and space. Developing relationships along the way. One day at a time. The stage dweller. Thinking logistically and practically. Setting the props aside. Getting into minds. Fluidly and constantly. Extracting questions and revealing. This place is safe. A matter of scale. Lighten up everybody. Have some fun. Trust the good folks. They know what they are doing. Collectively, they are the best in the world. Admired and known. It is true.

Had a falling out. Had a falling out. Had a falling out. With your cultural rules. Need to shut your mouth. Need to shut your mouth. Need to shut your mouth. You intellectual fools. Went to the shop, was gonna make a drop, saw the truth at last, felt a bit harassed. Don't wanna go to war, what we fighting for, all the mammas been crying, cause all the babies been dying.  They been dying. Double crossed again. Double crossed again. Double crossed again. The devil and his lies. Thought you were my friend. Thought you were my friend. Thought you were my friend. But it was just a ride. Can't you take a no, told you to hit the road, not feeling the love, dragging me through the mud.  Not just being rude, these creepy creepy dudes, think its about time, call them out on their crimes.  Its about time. Had a falling out. Had a falling out. Had a falling out. With the latest news. Now there is no doubt. Now there is no doubt. Now there is no doubt....

Those eyes looked twice. It was an awful mistake. Mind of thoughtlessness. Captured by imagination. Filled with nostalgic awe. Greedy for youthful love. Selfishness beyond repair. Accelerated by mortality. Consequence ambivilence. Those eyes looked twice. Should've gone on then. Gone over to the highway. Took the eastern fast lane. Settle in with jazz music. Coltrane or Miles or both. Free the mind of emptiness. Isolate natural intelligence. Understand it specifically. Those eyes looked twice. Of all the ways to use time. Outlandish possibilities. The stupidity of our will. No rationale or beneficiary. Only illusions and delusions. Don't blame times or culture. Behaviors are responsible. The eyes that looked twice.

The quiet shattered. And the peace too. Never ending. Awake.

GCDGx2 CCGG DCDG At the entrance to Siam, better roll hot dice. A base of operations, gonna be at it all night. Europe seems scattered, too hard to defend. And no one at this table is really your friend. America's wide open, might slip over to Japan. Not too soon though, don't wanna show my hand. Leave a few troops down in Peru. Give em some doubt about the things you'll do. Looked up in a daze, took a peek at the clock. Just turned 3 and my stomach was in knots. Red, Blue, and Black still fighting it out. Green went out with an FBomb shout. Finally got to the final showdown. Black and Red in an African town. For the last roll was on my knees. Congo, they hide in the treeeeees!!!!!

Any old verse will do, the new ones too. They deal in prophecy and miracles. Told long ago, the fulfillment of our future. When our destiny disappears into forever. Please know the reason for your discontent. The void within, unable to be made whole. Drugs or sex or money or punk, nothing. Be weak and grow strong, humble yourself. Need someone, the stoics lost the debate. Celebrate another, be happy for their joy. Cynicism will destroy the world eventually. In reality, the worst hardly ever happens. Usually, we are safe from harm and woe. Our passions pushed aside for long enough. Calculations were wrong, need more love. The mind rules the body bout half the time. The other half is kept busy with activity. Insanity somehow avoided, narrowly.

CGFC CFGC If the blood's not there, then what's the point. Just a club of vipers, snaking through this joint. You read your own words, I'll read what I like. Not up for your debates, not inclined to fight. FFCG×3 CGFC Its just this lazyboy is made of leather. Its just that God decided on this weather. Not trying to be a wiseguy or too clever. This morning I just got the Whatever's. If there was nobody, whose gonna be at fault. Guess Jesus himself might need to get involved. Plenty of folks will stack those rows of seats. Clapping hands and stomping both their feet. Its just this lazyboy is made of leather. Its just that God decided on this weather. Not trying to be a wiseguy or too clever. This morning I just got the Whatever's.

The gender of our humanity is meaningless. *Our minds are above such matters. The collective thinking of all the geniouses. *And the void that is never understood. Lets talk back and forth about associations. *This hopeless pursuit of certain woe. Chimes of freedom from music obsessions. *These structures need more bridges.

This is only an imaginary friend, caught up in a daze of noble intentions and true affection.  Holding back from our natural tendencies, too stubborn to let go of the possibilities, knowing the futility of our future.  This instant makes quite a statement.  Now or never like its never been before.  Absolute time, stable and constant, will never heed, it will never bow down, it will never quit.  We can only fill it.  The reactions to the actions, and the reactions to those.  It continues perpetually, only pausing for our sleep, which is another dimention with its own desires and fears.  Now awakened, we are selective, choosing carefully the people we consider true friends.  Those we are willing, and eager, to experience life alongside.  Those in which we confide.  Our soul brothers and soul sisters.  Tribal folks.

Pick it up where we left it off. Majestic. Last time we said this and that. Lakewood. Just to be in a conversation, to agree. Granada. Encouraging and remembering. Kessler. Top of the game, making her own moves. Clearview. Some things are certainly inevitable.

Raise your arms for a full morning stretch. Groove to the groovy music, got enough rest. Now's the time for the wigging and the wagging. You'll be exhausted, your feet'll be dragging. Til one day when you learn about truth. Bout money and greed and what it makes people do. That's when you'll take that extra hour. To stop for the quiet, stop and smell the flowers.

The sound words of our Our Lord Jesus Christ said not to keep the children from him.  This was before communion debates.  Not to be be disrespectful brothers and sisters, but all those other Synods in 1917 were out of control!  Those predestinarians in Ohio were insane.  Worship, work, and party together.  Avoid everyone else.  Obviously, the drunkards won the liquer question.  This is for the benefit of the outsider, you see.  Unity throughout the length and breadth of the land.  All the men agreed.  Maybe, the ladies all agreed on everything too, but doubtful many were asked. Martin Luther might even be ashamed.  Wilhems's war cry, Franz claiming the faith as his own, Porterfield's denomination warnings.  Like sad brains had been closed for good, preferring to die than to open.  Even faith is not enough, it must be true faith.  Always the most smart in the room. Jesus fulfilled all the prophesies of the Old Tes...

Strategically, it was clear. The room should be made right. All the walls removed. Replaced with beads. Let the whole place sway. With the rhythms of the winds. Tactically, we should adjust our approach. What's happening now is not working. People left frustrated and confused. Gone are the laid back. The peaceful easy dealers. Bring back the joy. Practically, lets be real. Frame of reference still matters. Our own times are all our own. Lived with scoundrels and angels alike. Through to now and somehow forgiven. To the future of light. Statistically, lets divide it up. The main three categories. Yes and no and maybe. The percentages are wild and crazy. They must be lit up. Minds that have been closed are sad.

Em Like it or not, C Doc found a clot. G Was in my heart, Em                                 G      Gotta rip me apart. The morning came, was racking my brain. Gave me some pills, that gave me the chills. Folks lifting prayers, this just isn't fair. Prepared for the cure, this procedure. They looked again, before they went in. All were amazed, the clot went away. Went to the lungs, and that's still no fun. But lemme tell ya Jack, glad my chest ain't cracked. Damn, damn, damn, guess we'll stick to the plan. Melt that fucking clot, with drugs and shots. *prayer for Joey Giammarco.