Stella's Space

"Stella's Space"

Your massive mind's moons and planet's stars meander to muse's music.

They hit the ceiling's floors and bounce off many doors echoing to you.

Guitars strum and musicians play while a flute toots melodic melodies.

Magic is in the air.

The castle of doom for a witch with a straw broom.

Dark pensive thoughts fool my sanity.

Don't want to meet up with a calamity.

Stellar stars swing and sing saintly songs.

The world sleeps and feet stomp to a new type of universal happiness.

It's really wide and full of mirth and joy.

Enjoy this new day or be on your way.

Starlit skies will guide your way.

The sun will keep you warm and safe.

Love your life.

And I'll love mine.

Drink the flask of wine.

From Bahama Bay's Paradise Island.

By Jonathan Billet 12/25/12

Life's Reams

 "Life's Reams"

Comforting chamomile citrus tea has gotten me trapped in a sea of eternity.

The better part of tea.

This tasty tea helps me see.

It pays its fee.

Gets me out of my mind's jail for free.

My egocentric Id's lid could use a kneester right in the keyster.

It's a late date with destiny's fate.

A state of bad luck introduced self-hate.

A tempest in a Buddha’s temple's teapot...

Very hot!

Life is like a snapshot's dreams.

Laughing screams.

An old print shop’s stacked shelves of faded schemes of multi-colored reams.

Not what this fake seems.

But it really is!

By Jonathan Billet 12/24/13

Some Space

"Some Space"

God created different words to have his say in many a day all to stray in a different way. 

New people in an old world.  Old visions for new recipes.

Deeper than a funky full moon.

More beautful than a heady flower or more fragrant than your sweet scent.

Your love doesn't set me free but captures me.

Why you do this to poor me!???!i!i!i!.

You blind my heart and my eyes refuse to see.

To me our love is yet to be.

Love lost will be found again.

At such a cost?

A painting of you is on my floor and my ceilings' walls all over my front door.

Surrounded by your beautiful flower petals.

There are are no metals as attractive as your fragrant flowers' petals.

Everything best will find you.

A small thought will turn into a bigger one.

Like a morning sun will turn into a stronger one.

Love brings new love.

Love brings new life.

So do you, like a winter, summer, spring, and fall.

The seasons are really all of your beautiful sunlight.

The night you bring is life's mystery.

A love for you is both old and new.

You are a few of the many things that are woth a living.

Never stealing anything but always giving.

You bring me everything.

When you love me I grunt and groan.

Like a drunk.

You make life sing like a Bhuddist Monk.

You put me in a pretty funk.

Without you I would be sunk.

Oh Lord of a castle where is the lady of it?

I am but a player in your skit.

My sky you keep lit and I love you for it.

By Jonathan Billet 1 Week Earlier

A-

 "A-"

A fool listens to everything and hears nothing.  The sage listens to nothing and hears everything.  They both live in the same universe but are strangers to its true absurdness.  The lives they live transcend time, space, the universe, and even life itself.  The universe is as strange to them as they are to each other and themselves.  The universe is a stranger to itself.  As the universe is strange to nature, nature has a strange affinity to the universe. 

Nature's animals have a strange relationship to the universe, but not to nature.  They see things more like sages than fools.  Animals are seemingly deaf, dumb, and blind, as though not part of life.  Detached from human life as though dead.  But in reality they understand all things and are quite alive. 

Fools for the most part don't understand animals, sages, or nature, even though they are a part of them. Fools don't know themselves, although they pretend to have an infinite understanding and insight into everything around them.  They don't care for others and degrade each other.  Their rhythm and reason rhyme as seasons dance with time.

Blood is thicker than water.  Money is thicker than blood.  Water is thicker than money or blood.  Is blood really thicker than water?  Life and love transcend all three.  Does life and love transcend the universe?  Some think not; others think so.  Time is the universe, and so is space.

She's Shiva

"She's Shiva"

The soldiers agree to disagree with each other.

This agreement has the devil's signature on it.

He has signed it for centuries' time.

Past disagreements have never been worked out.

I yearned to return to my mother's womb when I was away.

But she died and I was on my own and all alone.

An unknown part of me went to heaven with her.

Part of her remained with me here on earth.

Transmutation, soul travel, birth on earth, time travel.

Through space in a race to go nowhere.

Love and life are lost at such a cost.

Marriage is an intermission.

The new babies are born to travel to this place.

They go through the transformation of spirit and age.

Along with the dearly departed.

Angels sing songs of glory.

The story says Satan's red blood turns blue again.

God sends pennies from heaven.

They hit people.

Spit out your teeth reciting this.

By J. Billet's

To Kimrit

Nubian Goddess

"Nubian Goddess"

Pulled the chord and snow fell.

Butterflies walked the highest rock on Venus.

I saddled up a kangaroo.

It jumped from a green planet to an orange one's lofty mountaintop.

Children painted a sun just out of fun.

Tiny blue and green hummingbirds wing on wet morning streets.

Body writing and nose kissing with my Nubian Goddess.

I'm bleaching and dying my hair with diet Pepsi and Ammonia.

Mr. Clean's liquid.

Children with epilepsy released to heaven above.

Jonathan Billet - Revised 01/13/13

Press Release

Press Release

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Sleepy Times

"Sleepy Times"


The golden moon lost its flow in the Mississippi's bottom's mud.

A glow of a radio’s tube starts to flow.

While the rain beats against my windowpane.

Life is sane but love is not.

Hot paper flame burns to cinder fame.

I stir in my sleep.

But I never get in deep.

To the bottom of the top.

Then I stop in at the bagel shop.

Listen to blues and bebop.

Tap your shoes to the schools of fishy fools.

By Jon Billet's

Earth God

 "Earth God"

Dear Earth God,

Water the earth.

Not the sun.

Try to keep in mind that what we have is limited.

We should try to share more clean water.

Water is power.

It would be a pity if we put out the sun.

No light, heat, or growth.

We could get burned by the sun's anger.

Maybe freeze to death.

Where there's life - there's hope.

Love your oneness.

One of my few comforting thoughts!

We can get over this.

The world is one.

God is one.

Everything is one.

God bless one and all equally!

Please let us live.

Don't bother me!

By Jonathan Billet close to the age of 13.

The Innocent

"The Innocent"

Where is Jack and why am I turning green?

I asked the rebbe that made me watch the bewitched on T.V.

At that time, witches traveled with wind and through music.

"Normal" people didn't live that life style.

Now everybody listens to the musical winds' songs.

Advertising is considered to be the work of the advertising huckster.

Advertising was once looked up to and in our pasts survives.

What happened to the great Commander in Chief?

Those who fought have gone by the wayside.

We are still young and great, not old and decadent.

New voices are being heard.

The early 60's is dead.

Let us hope for golden days.

We grow older and wiser, younger and most liberated in life.

How much time is there?

A second lasts forever in time.

Many, as a matter of my opinion.

I'm just waiting for my woman to come down my stairs.

She'll be missed when these precious seconds end.

Love and By Jonnie Billet's 01/01/13