Sunday, January 11, 2015

Poetic

                                   "Poetic"



There is a poem stored in my mind when I dream.

When I remember what it is or forget about it-

my abilities to create new ideas will be gone.

All people have the same dream but it is usually concealed.

Released after death sets in.



Your Friend- Jonathan Billet-01.10.2015

War's Score

"War's Score"


                                    
I don't want the draft.

I'll tell you why.

It smells like tomorrow's drunken beers.

I'm old and have enough fears.

Like wars' cheers makes me cry tears.

I can see with my eyes, smell with my nose, and listen to my ears hear.

Watching the world wonder in amazement for what was done before.

Would like to know a reality's score.

Forty billion dollars more.

It makes me bang my head against the sky's floor.

Opening up a door.

No more war.

I want to know the why and wherefore.

To it.

Don't want to throw a fit!

Life can be full of thrown up spit.

Like taking the shit.

For Andrea. my guiding star.

Together we will get far away.

On what she has to say.

I'll always listen.

To stay and play the day.

This will always pay.




By Jonathan Billet 01/09/2015

Waiting For The Time To Change

            "Waiting For The Time To Change"



Waiting on the end of a line for the beginning of time.                                         

Eyes are sunning and my nose is running in this deep heat.

It's Mid-July in the middle of winter's snowy sky.

I don't want to die while I am high.

Is this my fate that in my state I have reached death's gate?

Jagger sings Dylan as Dylan plays Jagger and Jimi did Hendrix.

The same way love is never a fix.

Only street lights know when it's time to come and go.





Jon Billet-On A Crystal's B-Day-Around 01.08.2014...       

Laugh's Cracked Star

                  "Laugh's Cracked Star"



You're my angel who never fell nor will you.

Sometimes I feel like a fallen angel.

I'm a shooting star.

A shot star.

You will always go far.

While I drink green tea at a sushi bar.

My future is told in a fortune cookie I was sold.

What a way to be alive.

I should really imbibe on some strong spirits.

Do you have any leftovers for me?

I'm to blind to see and too old to be.

I'll be glad to be at the moment when you set me free.

I'm sorry all I can lend is a deaf ear and bad sight.

You're always right when we fight.

My great wish is to hold you tight.

Won't you fulfill my heart's desire and extinguish my hell's fire?

Of you, I can't get enough to avoid a hell's mire.

That I fell into.

And can't get out of.

All I need is your love.

From the stars, moons, and planets above.




By Jon Billet to A. Dudet - Through All The Years - Great Cheers.        

Sunday, January 4, 2015

The World Is Upside Down

  "The World Is Upside Down"




Andrea-

My mind is in upheaval.

The world is upside down but spins around town.

I watch the world on a Tuesday which will turn into Monday.

If Sunday wasn't called Sunday it might be addressed to as Saturday.

Four o'clock is seven in heaven.

Yellow is blue and green orange.

God sees all colors but hears none.

To some humans aren't human.

Like the animals.

Deaf ears hear differences in sound.

Like humans and dogs hear and sound differently.

I can see through my mind's fifty-fifty vision.

But I can see only through my own eyes.

I'm called different because I don't see the same as other folks.

I was misdiagnosed when a child with autistic hyperactivity.

This wasn't the real case.

But whose is?




By Jonathan Billet B 4 New Year's Eve-2014

To Andrea: Whose Life I Love More Than Mine.         

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Dark Matter Particles

"Dark Matter Particles"




Does dark matter make any difference to the world?

All and none.

But they could chill the sun.

You romp and stomp.

A romper stomping dance in the sun's cloud.

Except when it thunders and gets too loud.

Then that cloud will burst and it will begin to rain.

Giving the planet and my skin a good soaking.

Fires are always smoking.

Not poking a joke.

While listening to folk.

Played without the sky's lightning's electricity.

A powerful velocity.

The world will save me.

Stick around and see.

Unless I fall from a tree prematurely.



Jon Billet- 01.03.2015

Echo's Canyon

"Echo's Canyon"




My footsteps echo in the park.

A voice I hear is moving through the dark.

I'm waiting for the Ark.

I write for myself alone in an empty house.

I'm invisible to a tree and dogs can barely see me. 

Want to swim in the sea of orange tea.

That will set the human race free.

We really all do exist in a box.

The box has plenty of locks.

Like my floor door.

Nobody will share with me what's in store.

The creator has an invention kit.

Like a front door's mail slit.

Wishing to hum songs to it.

It won't take long to write these songs.

The ideas they sell strike me as dumb.

Good while on Scotch and Rum.

But they take a mighty sum.

Except to a drunken wandering bum such as myself.

All alone by myself in one of the house's rooms.

Watching Jupiter's jumping moons.

While eating from utensil's pencils, called ice-cream spoons.

Made especially for buffoons.

Watch out for passing typhoons.


By Captain Stardust alias Captain Moonlight or J. Billet's.

To Andy Dudettes.