How Can People Die?

"How Can People Die?"

How can people die when they're already dead?

The world finish before it began?

Is the world a stillbirth baby?

If they think they can kill life, let them eat candy!

Who wants to die when we already are living in heaven?

Bliss is what I call this.

A second lasts forever. 

So does life's eternal flame.

The universe has no time.

Earth is where an inch is a million miles in time.

Life is love and love is infinite.

Life and love go on like the endless galaxies.

Like a Buddhist monk is a butterfly when it dies.

Who's to say we aren't somebody else's life form?

God's, I'm told.

We were made in God's most beautiful image.

All life are God's beings.

God and the world's creatures are the living life's existence.

Who says we are alive when we don't really live in anything but a dream?

Is mankind really a rap song?

With the violence that is a tsunami.

Or is it really the moon's sea of tranquility.

Are we all superstars like Lennon thought and sung?

Or do we really live on Mars?

Like the drunks in bars.

Am I really water and blood made of my brain's grey matter.

Who is God?

What is God?

We are God.

Please make love to yourselves.

By And Love A Fan Named Jon Billet.       

Wearing Diapers

                            "Wearing Diapers"

Charles Colson was the special counsel to President Nixon.

A caption that he had hanging on his wall in a cartoon read,

"When you've got 'em by the balls, their hearts and minds

will follow."

I was listening to a talk show host ranting and raving about

these Arabs who go around wearing diapers on their heads.

This gave me an idea for a photo of myself with underwear

on my head.  I wrapped a pair of briefs around my head to

look like a turban.  Then I held a toilet plunger in my hands

in a threatening manner.  A photo was taken of me with an

eye patch and wearing the other articles of clothing by the

Duddettes.  It was posted on my facebook page.

So now I was the only Jewish Arab stereotype on the internet.

Remember that the politicians clean the executive toilets.

That way you'll be able to go into business and make your

millions before your twenty-one years of age.  Just stay for

four years at the college of your choice as long as it has an

Ivy League logo.  Then join a promising hedge fund asset

company.

I always wanted to be the Rush Limbaugh of radio's new

left.   Leftist radio was always in competition with the far

right.  Take Billy Sunday and Abbie Hoffman.  W.B.A.I. vs.

W.A.B.C.

I voted for Porky Pig and Grandfather Clock in the last two

Presidential elections.  Enough about me.  What about you?

My facebook page is Jonathan Billet!

By Jon Billet 12.30.14.

Rebbe Brucie

                                                   "Rebbe Brucie"

Rebbe Brucie, I look forward to seeing you and the politicians in Portchester at H.H.

I can only hope that I can puke into your swimming pool in Scarsdale this summer.

                                                     Love A Poet.

By Jonathan Billet             

P.S.- I bit off your nose in spite of my toes.

Like Life

"Like Life"

Life is like a basketball player dunking a hole in one.

The holy glazed doughnuts are being dunked in the morning coffee.

The world's a secret mystery that we can't see.

Sweeter than the sweetest maple syrup tapped from Red Maple Tree.

A sky is drying and birds are flying, crying through their ears to be free.

I smell my lover's fragrant black roses and she dances in artistic poses.

For my love there is no bound of sightless sound.

When I fail, a dead snail jumps over a third rail.

The conductor sends out an e-mail that will fly into a garbage pail.

I sleep with mosquito netting in a harvest's blue moon summer night.

It is a triple full moon and we are in the middle of a hot June.

After noon I sneak into the commissary for the one remaining spoon.

Soon to eat ice cream with my friend Farah at Citibank.

She watches the cars go by from her top shelf.

Then I go to Starbucks for espresso and cappuccino.  

Drink a passion tea too.

Raking, roasting, then tossing the beans sold in brazen Brazil.

Candelilla Jarrazo!!!

Spring has sprung from Mao's dung.

By Jon Billet 03.29.14.       

My Dog's Diabetes

"My Dog's Diabetes"

                       

My dog hides under trees from me. 

At night she hides under the stars.

Very obese and has diabetes.

This causes her to spend much of the day peeing.

A problem for my family.

They are frequently fighting over the constant desire to be walked.

She is so overweight that we can only feed her one meal a day.

Which makes it difficult because she is always howling for more food.

In certain countries there is very little adult diabetes.

Probably due to the fact that most of the population is starving.

Like my dog, they howl for food.

This is a sorry state of affairs.

This writing is dedicated to my friend Samantha who has a big rear.

She can float on water.

It waddles when she walks, like a healthy duck.

She exercises and knows how to feed herself.

Kudos for Samantha.

Love her friend - Jon.       

Sketchy Record - Written In Code

"Sketchy Record - Written In Code"         

Dear Steve,

Like the scratched records of yesteryear, my health

and wellness alert on my phone skips.

By Jonathan Billet 

In the Shoes

"In The Shoes"

In his own shoes,

talking about somebody's blues -

paying his dues.

You're in your womb -

waiting for God knows whom.

While I'm resting by my father's tomb.

Got total amnesia - 

from Doc Kroger's anesthesia.

My love - - thinking about you

in the neon's white light- -

Night into day - - Day into night.

Elvis believing in moral obligation - 

passed legislation - 

concerning the contemplation of creation....

Physical sensation is oral gratification

or mental masturbation.

Some people have no modulation.

Others have diarrhea of constipation.

Laugh hard and don't cry.

Who doesn't die in hypocrisy's lie?

I dream alone in my poems.

Writing to fill up a room.

At night there's always something to do.

Check in at the barracks at two-twenty-two.

Life can be so hairy, it's scary -

Expelled from life's schools - 

for having shit on my shoes.

Drunk on air and high on drink. 

I just cannot think.........

Puking yellow pumpkins -

and orange banana's stews.

Streets are painted a different

purple's blues.

Cars and apartments - 

many rainbows' multi -

colored hues.

Are my eyes shut tight?

Can I hear through only

one ear?

It's not altogether clear.

Today's salesman in leather shoes - 

selling nursery schools' current events - 

breaking in The Planet News.

By Jonathan Billet

10/21/09 

©        

CAVIAR FOR THE POLITICIAN

"CAVIAR FOR THE POLITICIAN"

SOMEBODY SHOULD PUT SOME DOG FOOD IN THIS POLITICIAN'S CAVIAR.

Feeling Low

                                            "Feeling Low"

Bottom of hell.

Top of heaven.

Bottom of the hill.

Top of my lungs.

Bottom of my ass.

Top of yours.

I sleep on the bottom of the hill.

Am wide awake on the top of heaven.

I'm at the bottom of a pit.

High on the pot.

Smoking from the bottom of my lungs.

Playing high tunes.

Singing soft ones.

Screaming funny puns.

From the top of my lungs.

Swimming low.

Flying high.

Cry loud.

Speak low...

Run fast.

Move slow.

Blow hard.

Breathe low.

Go fast.

Don't know?

I do.

Don't you?

Love me too.

Hate war.

What for?

Why?

Just get high!

Hi!Hi!

Bye, bye.

Spry sigh.

My, my.

By Jonathan Billet -03.23.14.

Puked In My Pants

"Puked In My Pants"

Shut the hell up already.

My head's exploding.

The CT scan clanging is toying with my brain.

The smoke detector is going off.

My alarm clock is too.

So is the 5th period bell for math class.

I'm late.

Music is blaring from a car.

And a window has just been broken.

Outside my window I can hear a car alarm beeping.

I listen to the phone ringing in my television.

Walking out my door, my phone is ringing.

Opening the door only to discover it was the neighbor's phone.

A store alarm sounds and won't shut off.

Two customers are getting in a yelling match at a crowded bar.

Fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars are blaring different sounds.

Church bells are ringing, the railroad speeds by on the tracks.

A distant ship is blowing its horn and so are the cars.

Fourth of July fireworks blow up.

So do the planes that hit the twin towers.

I can still hear and see different explosions on the t.v. news.

The newspapers are full of front pages of blood and gore.

A derailed gas leak explosion.

Motorcycles revving up their engines outside my window.

A junkie has just died and a crying baby is born in Africa.

Bells are going off in my computer.

A neurosurgeon has just cut into a brain.

Someone is throwing their guts up after chemotherapy.

A child has been beheaded on N.P.R.

The dog with the annoying howl won't stop barking.

It's tied up right now.

Like the telephone line I'm trying to get through.

A repeating message is all I can hear on my end.

Noise pollution.

Will it ever shut the hell up?

In My next dream? 

By Jonathan Billet 03.23.14       

Tuesday Is The Bluesday

                      

                                                                "Tuesday Is The Bluesday"

News day is Tuesday the other day.

Say, what's that you say?

Today is a holiday?

What day is today?

What do you mean, yesterday?

What does that make tomorrow?

A stormy day in May?

February's July grandchild?

Thought I'd lie to you and I still am.

"I Am Sam".

Purple eggs on ham!!!.....

Bambo Genesis stopped at the juice shop.

He still is my pop!

He buys the real baloney at the Stop N' Shop!

He must be nowhere.

Now that's no place to be!

Making a child is a hard thing to do.

Are you?

By Jonathan Billet 03.21.14.

A Sand Pit

"A Sand Pit"

Are we invisible and not really here?

Do we really exist except in our minds?

A teacher was told they were too smart to go to school?

A reservoir had a plug at the bottom.

Somebody pulled that plug.

The water emptied into the drain along with the fish.

A Starbuck's sink said it would flood if the water was left on.

It was left on, and like Noah's Ark it floated away with the customers.

They were reading their horoscopes in the paper and drinking coffee while it floated.

The horoscope is based on the position of planets, like religions of long ago.

Like the rest of the universe, we are all in a timed released capsule.

Electric sparks are flying around the earth.

The people from outer space kidnapped the earthlings centuries ago.

They started a new civilization on earth.

Water to be spread around the world like a new word.

By Jon Billet - 03.16.14.       

Painting In An Art Attack

"Painting In An Art Attack"

I started painting everything in sight.

Painted the moon gold and the sun a fiery yellow.

I painted the world in phosphorescence.

The stars glowed a dull purple.

The oceans and skies above in a deep blue.

I got so excited I colored a cow orange with brown spots.

A horse green and my dog tan with red polka dots.

I painted the streets and my apartment in many hues of a rainbow.

Take my showers, shave, and dream in painted colors.

Even walk among the colors.

I'm turning a pale blue.

So I'll paint my kisses all over you. 

Love my many colors.

I love yours.

By Jonathan Billet - 03.17.14.       

Your Shadows' Reflection Is Bright Tonight

                 "Your Shadows' Reflection Is Bright Tonight"

Your shadows' reflection blocks the bright red color of your hair on Mars.

The clouds get in the way of the view of people driving cars.

The imbibers are also blind to this sight in their house's bars.

As I simmer, the moon refuses to shine and the stars can't glimmer.

There is no light on this last night of winter.

The winter storm will see and know, that this year, spring will be a slow show.

Then the beer and time will flow.

By Poe alias Jon Billet 03-19-2014

Elegy For Flight 370

"Elegy For Flight 370"

Rolling around in the clouds on a timeless flight.

You and I are headed elsewhere.

China is our final destination.             

We've been there plenty of times before.

Love the cuisine.

Is China an island?

Any man's one?

How many people live there?

Do you know for sure?

Will we ever find out?

Unlucky, unlikely.

Love you more than I can say in words.

Dedicated with all my heart - for Andrea.

     

By Jonathan Billet alias Baby Cool.

Written on March 16, 2014.       

Love All My Lines

"Love All My Lines"

Was that you I saw sitting on a bench eating a bagel?

Everything I write coming out smelling like roses.

I love cents.

Don't you?

I can't express my gratitude in the world of words.

The world has no wealth compared to your treasures.

You make me taste the culinary delights of life's pleasures.

Children play with toys like you toy with my mind.

Your mind is a pleasant day's find that was left behind.

I love breaking bread on your feast.

You are the finest grapevine God could possibly cultivate.

In your world there is nothing to negotiate.

Your love is too difficult to contemplate.            

An arriving date in your mind's state.  

                                        

Destiny's fate.

Peace will come our way on a new day.

I love you.

By Jonathan Billet - 03.11.14.