Silver Song And White Clouds

"Silver Song And White Clouds"

A tune falls down from the sky into my golden tea cup.

I drink this heavenly prayer.

It sings a psalm that whispers in my ear.

I listen to the divine song all night long.

I can hear it while I sleep and dream.

The rest of the world can hear it too.

The sun filters a ray that wakens us to a new day.

It lives a life of love.

In cumulus clouds scattered about in lazy skies above.

By Jon Billet - 4.8.13

Word's Writing

"Word's Writing"


Excuse my medication's meditation's rehabilitation.

It's part of a premonition's reflection in God's eyes.

Is society fake and made up of phonies?

The world is full of funny jails where ideas and thoughts are warehoused.

It is here where people kill and fight amongst themselves.

Pull the strings and your shoes will be tied for life.

Times are rough enough without pain.

There's enough pain for us in five minutes to last a lifetime.

I wear diapers on my head and crap nickels and dimes.

Flush letters down the mailboxes and send my dirty laundry through the toilets.

I strike a clock like I strike my head against the wall.

The street's pavement, too.


By Jon Billet - 4.30.13

Pushing Schmutz

"Pushing Schmutz"

"Something may be better than nothing, but nothing is better than schmutz."

Jon Billet

Why's God Blue?

"Why's God Blue?"

When you wonder why's heaven cheating and hell robbing you.

What should you do?

Why is God so blue?

And then yellow sun breaks through.

Is it waning or merely feining.

Could it be raining?

Is life old or still new?

Is this why the birds fly to distant shores?

Or was it all made up below a floor in a trap door?

I ask you not to be like me.

Be free and try to see that distant sea.

She will try to be an illusion to which there is no conclusion.

But to be a delusion.

Part of somebody else's revolution.

Without a solution.

Part of the pollution.

By A.J. Weberman A.K.A. - Jon Billet

Electric Currents

"Electric Grid"

Keep the pockets in your sockets.

Let the currents keep flowing in your fire's oceans of love.

You hit me like a tsunami.

Driving passions forever more.

A never ending love.

I'll ponder and sit.

You're as powerful as an ocean's undertow.

The electric grid's fuse boxes have been blown.

In the tsunami's storm I dream furiously.

Thoughts full of colors are racing through my head.

My dream is a fantasy's line.

All mine until the end of time.

By Jon Billet 11/19/13       

God Is Dead

"God Is Dead"

Grey clouds were soaked with wet moisture.

I heard a burst and felt warm water covering my face.

A sunshine wearily broke through the sky.

My father's death seems incomprehensible.

My senses are dull.

Jonathan Billet

Who'd You Say You Were?

 "Who'd You Say You Were?"

Dreamed I was in bed and screamed.

Thought I was in a barber's chair imbibing.

Fell through the floor to the earth below.

To Daily Square in Dallas, Texas on November 22, 1963.

It was pouring rain and the top to the President's Limo was down.

The roof was bulletproof and the shots misfired.

Stone Cellar's Merlot.

Don't even know if it's Mano, Mano, Manochevitz.

Snoop ears droop.

Snooze smells the blues from to much booze.

Fish after a birthday wish.

Nonsense's consequence's incidences.

Dirty wordy.

Somewhere in my past-present I hung around a Purchase student.

An actor named Bud and his buddy Nick.

He had an apartment and I used to go there at 5:00 A.M.

My late nights with the Zerox machine at I.B.M. in Purchase.

We used to hang around the Candlelight Bar.

The three of us used to watch The Honey Mooners.

Late night at Bud's apartment.

I want more colllege!

Bud was studying acting at Purchase University in 78'.

Fourteen dollars for a hamburger!...

They even got automatic elevator operators.

Cross them and you're out on the roof!i!i!i!.

By Jonathan Billet