Speaking Life

"Speaking Life"

You who love life laugh quietly and cry loudly.


I wish the world wasn't as afraid of itself as I am of myself.


My clarinet playing, banjo strumming sweetness.


Your hummingbird's tune is as unique as the rarest of all finds.


You capture souls with your strength, courage, knowledge, and beauty.


I wish I could be one of you.


You feed my starving body full of joy, forgiveness, and happiness.


Your beauty's colors create new skies in my eyes.


You are love.


Love is all.


Tú amó.

J. Billet to A. Dudet

"Bad News: We're Really Not Here And Neither Is Night Fall."

"No - God Does Play Dice With The Universe. God Plays A Mean Game Of Pong Ping In Quantum Leaps With It Too."

“Time’s tempo is the tick-tock of a heartbeat’s clock.”

- Billy

"I can't draw a straight line but I can write a pretty good one."

- Billy

A Rhythmical Rhododendron's Rhapsody

“A Rhythmical Rhododendron’s Rhapsody”

Life lost for seconds, hours, days, or years.

Oh, priceless and precious day of sighted sound.

Sunshines and copper moons.

Silver stars and a red mars.

A tomorrow’s tunes in next week’s noon’s clock.

It calls for singing.

A cantor’s song.

Harmonies for thought.

Thinking colors of a time.

A rhapsody of a rhododendron’s rocking rhyme.

J. Billet

My Divorce

“My Divorce”

I’m sleepwalking in the middle of the day.

Eyes wide open at night.

There was fire in the sun and we made love.

Clean up the fire and quench my thirsty desire.

Tremendous explosions heat my head in your bed.

It’s like I’m made out of tons of dead lead.

I know you think I was a snore of a farting roar.

One barfy, boisterous, bickering, bad breath's bore.

The tongue's canker sore.

Now I'm down and out, pacing the floor, with a different set of keys and a new front door.

Jon Billet

Divorced from the world.