4 My Love

"4 My Love"

My love, to me, you are the sweetest song ever sung.

Heaven's most delicious nectar ever imbibed by the Gods.

A rare culinary treat tasted by starving taste buds.

All the finest art work created by man.

A gift only God could make with a loving hand.

A strongest pull on all the planets.

The deepest of green seas.

The tallest Himalayan mountaintop.

All the riches that men can buy.

The abyss' inferno of tears in all the suns' universes.

A freezing glacier at the north pole.

My very soul.

The most mysterious black hole.

God's creation.

My adoration knows no limitation.

Infatuation is all I feel for you in this endless love.

It was sent by time's empty outer space from above.

My love for you travels to an unknown place in space.

You are the fires' pyres in purgatory's damnation.

All the love the world could spare to share with the universe.

Love u Honey Pie.

Jon       

Reel Dreams

"Reel Dreams"

Are our dreams real or part of someone else's overworked mind's imagination?

Do we live or die for eternity?

Is life forever?

If not, how long is it to keep up?

Always buy enough canned dog food for the poor.

Arrive smelling clean and fresh for the congregation. 

The supreme exalted leader will mesmerize from the pulpit.

The assembly will go into a deep sleep, never to awaken.

They will fall off their asses out of their pews onto the floor below them.

Only to mumble a few words of praise. 

Then they will stumble out of their place of worship.

They are now overtaken with goodness and respect for mankind.

Satisfied in the belief they have redeemed themselves until their next visit.

All members of a sanctimonious flock.

By Jonathan Billet - 02.21.14.       

A Pet's Zoo

"A Pet's Zoo"

Slide shows of orangutans and monkeys reacting to man in the fifties.

A pet's zoo.

A sip of tea.

A signal of a song's mental epiphany.

Giraffes live with me in my apartment.

Their heads stick out the windows.

The sun blocks its own ray.

Until the end of December's May.

When the clouds will give their rain.

I live in White Flames!i!i!i.....

A string has no beginning or end.

Neither does a life...

It goes on forever.

In the mind.

Eternity is Princeton University.

Made it halfway through the bottom to the top.

I will make the grade next time around.

From The Museum Of My Natural History.

By Jonathan Billet 02/04/14 

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This Dream Doesn't Seem Real!!!...

"This Dream Doesn't Seem Real!!!..."

Singing notes, while wearing my totes in the rain.

A hip cat walks into the Cafe Aroma with big ears and droopy eyes.

His name is Da Vinci.

I'm a part of his dream that doesn't seem real.

He's a happy dog and is wagging his tail.

It's not all in my mind but all in my feet, ears, and toes.

Only your nose really knows about your toes.

Depending on which way the river flows.

Cafe Aroma's mean green caffeine bean is my love's nectar.

We fly to a chiropractor, who fixes my sister's twists.

I'll be fine in five to ten years.

Recovery from life is a struggle. 

My love has a lovely set of teeth and luscious lips that I love to imbibe on.

She twists from the waist down.

Dancing bear does a tango to the chiropractor's office music.

By Jonathan Billet 02.19.14. 

Is Black White?

"Is Black White?"

A zebra is black with white stripes!

How can that be?

Only to the blind.

We are all sighted in the eyes of God.

God sees all colors.

God sees no colors.

God is blind.

We are the same.

Dreaming or awake.

A greenish moon.

There are many birds of different colors that fly high in the indigo sky.

Purple stars and orange streets.

Blue streets and red buildings.

A pink table with orange chairs that match the blue and orange streets' outdoors.

Mirrors that reflect the purple star's light.

I must be dreaming!

Are you still sleeping?

Wake up and see how blind you and your race really are.

So wear your shades and watch it rain different colors.

The deaf can hear those many colors.

Sound has different colors depending on pitch and tone.

The real colors are invisible ones.

Painted by God.

To a liking.

Remember God is the colors we see.

In a complete mystery.

Look at your colors and see how beautiful they are.

So are you if you wish to be.

Banana blue and yellow apples on the mango tree.

It's not up to you or me.

It's left upside down.

A translucent kind of beauty.

See the world's love, madly or sadly.

But the world's colors belong to nothing but heaven above.

Crying and laughing in different colors of time's universe.

By Jon Billet 02/17/14

Wild Raspberries

"Wild Raspberries"            

Do you know what a dingelberry is?

You pick them with your fingers and a bar of soap.

I was once caught in a storm of dingelberries.

They fly mighty high in the sky.

Life costs 9 dollars 11 cents.

It's 11 after 9.

Do you know where your children are at?

I'm writing of time and tragedy.

I see the owls hooting at the full moon.

Quite frankly, I don't give a hoot.

Tumors come and go just like our lives do!!!...

Dingleberries grow like strawberries down south.

They are quite edible but are taboo down there.

These berries are shipped all over the world.

They are quite popular among the unions in Germany.

That's what keeps their economy so robust!

That's the old south.

This is the new south.

The ice storms hit Georgia and the south.

All the cars go in slow motion.

Some even travel backwards because of ice.

The wheels run but the cars don't.

Cape Cod's where they produce delicious potato chips, and have beautiful beaches, is expecting 9 feet and 11 inches of snow.

Is this globular warming's warning like Hurricane Sandy?

The boy scout's motto was, "Be Prepared."

It can't apply itself.

Like modern medicine to an old fashioned remedy.

I ask you, is that right?

Or left unspoken?

Happy Valentine's Day on this full moon's night!

By my best friend Jon Billet on 02.14.14       

A Note To Quote

"A no good businessperson will ever lose their tempers."

Jon Billet

A Quote To Note

"A Quote To Note"

"Don't get angry, get even!!!..." 

Dear God

"Dear God"

I don't know what jail my brother broke out of.

Who left him in charge?

Why my sister thinks she's God's gift to mankind.

She probably is!

Why my other sister thinks the world owes her a living.

It probably does!

Or why my brother-in-law thinks the world is inferior.

I think not! 

Captain Moonlight alias Jon Billet 2014    

A Puking

"A Puking"

 Concerto in Vitamin D.

A greenish sea in Ireland in the key of C.

The keys to my car's door.

Bottles of Dewars Whiskey almost totally gone.

The biggest pair of knockers and nipples I've ever kissed and

the largest tush I've ever felt.

A brassiere and panties thrown on the  bathroom's floor.

The smell of rats' turds and puke coming from the halls.

Junkies shooting dope in the apartment next door.

The dead lock bolt attached to my front door.

Rap music blaring from the stereo while a T.V. is too loud for me to hear.

A rock n' scroll song playing Dylan while Stravinsky accompanies on a Fiddle.

A Lute's toot's blasting a car alarm.

Motorcycle engines roaring in the streets below.

A dealer trying to make some dough.

Me trying to get some more pieces of ass.

The woman is asking for more free blow jobs.

A punk outside my door robs the junkies.

They are really a bunch of monkeys.

Under my dresser draw lies a Colt 45.

Where it hides for another day.

Remember that anger never does any good.

You grasp that and you have the best keys money can't buy.

By And For Jon Billet on 02.09.14.

A Sun Is Missing

"A Sun Is Missing"

See me invisibly.

Be me visibly.

On a pale blue moonlight.

I'll always be, should your days last an eternity.

Should the sea have more than its share.

Like a deep breath of polluted yellow inhaled air.

To my lover's hair, nothing can compare.

So full of lustrous flair and very fair. 

My Belgian queen green pear, I love thee!!!....

By Jonathan Billet on the day after yesterday.

02/06/14       

Captain Moonlight's Glow

"Captain Moonlight's Glow"

Daisies grow on trees and out of my ears.

I have tall eyes and tiny nostrils.

It's a small night.

Tomorrow will be a big night to go along with the full moon.

The world will grow.

It's trapped in a spider's web.

An electric flute plays in sweet melodies.

It's accompanied by an electric piano and a mechanical horse.

A playground's worthless wonderland's fun house.

Where it all goes nobody knows.

The snows are phosphorescent glows of blues and greens. 

This mind needs a friend to function.

Sleep will solve all of the problems. 

Thanks for the air!

S.J. Pumpkin alias Jonathan Billet

Dedicated to P.A.G.       

My Flame

"My Flame"

My flame for you has gone out.

I really wish it were still burning.

Wanted to be dead.

But that was never said.

It stayed buried in my head.

What we had was everything.

I'll have to start from the beginning again.

Now that's a dead end's raw hand.

Can't we give the cards a new deal?

It would be a real steal.

An ace of lovers in fate's hands.

Just our new dawn's stand.

An ocean just found by us.

The rivers and lakes fell right into the ocean.

Why don't you fall back in my arms?                                 

Give me another try.

I am always standing by for your reply.

Love only you.

Dedicated to my love!!!....

By Jonathan Billet 02/04/14       

A Pet's Zoo

                                                            "A Pet's Zoo"

Slide shows of orangutans and monkeys reacting to man in the fifties.

A sip of tea.

A signal of a song's mental epiphany.

The drums of a voodoo dance.

That will always last in night twilight on a Hatian shore.

Giraffes live with me in my apartment.

Their heads stick out the windows.

The sun blocks its own ray.

Until the end of December's May.

When the clouds will give their rain.

I live in White Flames!i!i!i.....

A string has no beginning or ending.

Neither does a life...

It goes on forever.

In the mind.

Eternity is Princeton University.

Made it halfway through the bottom to the top.

I will make the grade next time around.

From The Museum Of My Natural History.

By Jonathan Billet 02/04/14

My Cafe

                                                   "My Cafe"

I often lose my mind but it's always waiting for me at the local cafe.

My thoughts are in The African Nectar's Teas.

I stir gently and drink them up and recover the old thoughts and find new ones.

In my mean green caffeine's beans shop.

I listen to the Kletzmer music blaring out of the radio iPod.

And my ears are wide open to all against my mirror's mind's thoughts.

Interesting new ideas and artist's concepts.

They are experimental experiences in writings etched steeply in my mind's caverns.

They will never be found or lost.

I shared secret kisses with a beautiful woman at the cafe on New Year's Day.

My wallet loses while my belly gains.

My thoughts gain like weight on my mind.

I also eat the thoughts they serve to me on my silver platter free of charge.

These thoughts popping around my mind like a popcorn's popping machine does.

If you don't use the beans God gave you to think.

You'll lose your divine mind and all your beans.

J. Billet's 01/31/14

2076

"2076"

I planned the revolution from my bathtub.

You may not have heard about it but a close

friend was responsible for The Great Pillow

Fight in San Francisco.  This led directly

into The Revolutionary War which made the

signing of The Declaration Of Independence

possible.

By Jonathan Billet

August 16th, 2013