All You Lost Souls

Well I was reading over my poetry workshop class poems and there was always one poem for me that stood out. With this poem I was really trying to do something different, in fact I submitted it as a resume to a law firm ahem who wanted something creative submitted. I think they meant an essay...apparently, oh well as there question was vague I blame them not me. They wanted someone out of the box, how more out of the box is writing a poem right?

 Anyway the earlier version of what I'm going to share is what I gave them. Now this poem runs for several pages, my original idea was a rant on Self-Help books. In the end I reshaped it and made it look like several smaller poems in a "book". I thought this might make it a bit better, I'll admit it's a bit different and I understand what's going on here, but it's quite an odd little poem, which is why I thought I'd share it. It was created in the same spirit of creativity as Jolly One-Click Shoe Hero and it is an example of the extent of what you can do in poetry, although Next year I intend to start showing you all some truly strange and wonderful poets and poems and perhaps have a gamble of my own. Anyway here it is from the Vaults, All You Lost Souls (each title represents a new page).

ALL YOU LOST SOULS

THE INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLER

I looked up...but no voice responded

Anonymous

Perhaps I should consult my horoscope...

The Inquirer$

(I)Ac(know)ledge(me)nts

For all of you Anthony Robbinses,

sexperts,

relationship handymen

and radio doctors

and all of you Jubilant Alternative Zany Zealous Youths in your various fields

that have helped us all gain such a great insight into the human psyche.

Why without you all studying that big lump of grey matter we might all be walking blind. Now we have the power, testify! Unlike those religious gods of old you have saved us. No please! I need to finish you have saved me and so many of my friends.

 The Power of N(H)ow(?)

I can right now, I can!

It’s all in the knowing, the feeling.

                Now how did you apply that formula again?

               

This Time

MayBe Bullet

Proof

the ballad

of the overly optimistic

radio doc

Hi I want to sue

I think you got the wrong place

buddy this is a radio station

Isn’t this where you report rape?

<laughs>  you’re a comedian huh.

No just a specialist in sarcasm

Well after all who needs a Phd these days...

<laughs>

            ...caller line 2

Your show sucks

<laughs> (sure thing kid)

Emotional rape your honour

It’s Called a Law-Suit cos it’s

Broken (and all that jazz)

Emotional rape your honour

As he explained the facts I began to get suspicious.

“All we care about is love.”

That and the wad of bills in your wallets.

           

            “...And they promised, promised, they promised I would be the best...I could be? It’s just not fair, I’m still only waiting bars, scraping plates and don’t get me started on those drunk bastards on Thursdays.”

            Listen buddy, we never said you would, only that you could.

            “Maybe that should be the title of your next book, ass hole!”

i looked up.

it was my turn after this amazing display of etiquette

 grace and need I say common-sensical-babble:

“I suppose it’s my turn to ramble then?

now let me see emotional rape

can you quantify those damages...

Now for you, come here.

Thatta boy.

A good slap on the wrist for you.

           

Well off you go then!”

Chicken soup for (you) the soul(s)

Hey I just got an idea

Yeah?

The ‘Smile-Diet’ reckon I could get 200 pages on it

There’s never too many smiles

“Ever find yourself searching for that smiling stranger. Wouldn’t it be nice to stare across a crowded street and feel that connection not just those cold eyes. Well why wait at all. After learning the seven symptoms of the Rainy Day we will start to integrate the ‘Smile-Diet’ in order to avoid these shades of grayness so common in everyday life.

            But first a question? Why are you waiting for the world to smile for you?

Get up right now flick to page two and start smiling, your Smile-Diet has begun.”

What it

said on Page 2

“I read a book recently and you know it was funny, it said right at the end. Everything up to this point is theory. I nearly laughed you know, like actually laughed out loud. It then went on mind you”

forget everything,

every line,

every syllable,

every word,

every symbol.

I will be frustrated if I’m not seeing the sides of the trash can.

Jolly One-Click Shoe Hero

Hey all,

I thought as this may very well be one of if not my last post for 2011, I thought I might post the poem I named the title of my blog after. I began this poem by putting my name into an acronym generator. Basically you type in your name or any word and it'll spit out random words as if each letter in your name stood for something. Hence I got:


J olly O ne-click S hoe H ero or J.O.S.H

Anyway i though that this ridiculous phrase epitomised who I was so well that I decided to use a poem not with my imagination, but with this random generator. What I produced was a bit of an interesting poem, it's actually about a past relationship I had and as such is somewhat personal. In any case I'll post it, because it was an interesting experiment. If you know me it won't be too hard to work out who and what it's about as for everyone else, I hope this poem encourages you to really flex your creative muscle and try something completely different.

Jolly One-click Shoe Hero    

:)

Spoiled Omnivore Peasant Hiatus

Blonde Uranium Boyfriend

:(

Jolly one-click shoe hero

Loving Unit vendor

Skintight Optimal Penetration Horizon

                                                                                    Fissure Agony Tribune

Juicy Outline Sword Hypocrite

Deconstructed Insect Existence

                                                                                   

Sinking Overnight Parabolic Happiness

Enigmatic Neglect Database

Jungle Obscene Sundae Healer

Translucent Investment Target

                                                Spoiled one-click Penetration Hypocrite

                                                Juicy overnight sundae hiatus

                                                Jungle omnivore shoe horizon

                                                Skintight outline parabolic healer

Jolly one-click hero

Spoiled omnivore peasant hiatus :)

Real Hero by College feat. Electric Youth

When I saw the movie Drive I think I almost loved this song as much as the movie. It's such a beautiful song really, I just love the chorus. It goes "be a  human being and a real hero" and to me that's what the movie was all about, it was about this everyman only known as the driver and in his own world he was a hero. He was extraordinairy true, but the song is good because it says to me that the ordinairy can be extraordinairy.

 It's a really nice synthy song that makes me nostalgic for the 80's a time I spent in dipers and struggling to say my first words. You don't need to see the movie (although I highly recommend it), you must however listen to this song. I'll post the lyrics below, but check out this link as well if you have time you will not regret it.

 Real Hero

Be a human being ( being bein being... )
And a real hero ( hero hero hero... )

Back against the wall and odds
With the strength of a militant cause
A pursuit some called outstanding
Or emotionally complex
Against the grain of dystopic claims
Not the thoughts your actions entertained
 
And you, have proved, to be
A real human being, and a real hero
be a human being, and a real hero
be a human being, and a real hero
be a human being, and a real hero
be a human being ( being being being... )

A pilot on a cold, cold morn'
One hundred fifty-five people on board
All safe and all rescued
From the slowly sinking ship
Water warmer than
His head so cool
In that tight bind knew what to do
 
And you, have proved, to be
A real human being, and a real hero
be a human being, and a real hero
Be a human being, and a real hero
Be a human being
Be a human being ( being being being... )
Be a human being.

[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/a-real-hero-lyrics-college.html ]

Big by Sneaky Sound System

It might seem odd for me to post this up, but when I first heard this song I really liked how sweet it was. So many pop songs these days aren't about the really sweet stuff. This song though to me is really beautiful at capturing that moment where a relationship goes to the next level and it's really hard to put yourself completely on the line. In fact in the song they sort of talk around what they're trying to say, which really just works to make it seem like a bigger deal, hence the title Big.

So why do I like it? I'll admit I've felt like this a lot, both in my head hoping for something Big and also in real life scared when I'm ready to admit to some girl that I think what we have could be big. So here it is everyone, Big and Sneaky Sound System's third album is pretty awesome so any fans of their music check it out you won't be dissapointed, I'll post a link to the video on youtube here if you want to check it out. I highly recommend it.


Big

I won't forget the time,
When you told me, we could be something,
The memory, it is mine.

We talked so many times,
You were always, my medicine.
You mean everything to me.

And every time I thought you'd take my hand,
And you would volunteer to understand... me.

This is the moment we've been waiting for.
This could be big for me and you.
This could be more than we both care to know.
This could be big for me and you,
We could do anything.

Of all the things you said,
But there's one thing, we can't escape.
Like a bird who's wings, are no more.

You said every time I thought you'd take my hand,
And you would volunteer to understand... me.

This is the moment we've been waiting for.
This could be big for me and you.
This could be more than we both care to know.
This could be big for me and you,
We could do anything.
We could do anything.
We could do anything.

Always by your side, up until it ends.
Always by your side, up until it ends.
Always by your side, up until it ends.
Always by your side, up until it ends.

This is the moment we've been waiting for.
This could be big for me and you.
We could do anything.
This could be more than we both care to know.
This could be big for me and you,
We could do anything

No One

Good morning everyone,

I'll try and post as much as I can today and perhaps Wednesday. I'm leaving for America for the next month so my very loyal and important readers, most of December will be a postless vacuum. The next poem I wanted to post, is really a nice thought or perhaps a critical one. I wanted it to be a bit more poetical. It's rather simple really, I've been reading a book of Les Murray Poetry and I think...by god, boy you confuse the heck out of me. Naturally people think that poetry should at least be decipherable to poets...maybe it is but not to me, but I have another theory whcih helps my confidence. I know for me Poetry is a particularly unique thing like an abstract painting sometimes and really the only one who can completely know what the poem was or where it came from was the poet, so hence why I'll share a little here so you can get what I'm sayin.

Basically, I was thinking what a shame it would be if people kept everything inside and then I thought so much of who we are is about connecting to other things so really inside we are "no one". Anyway readers please enjoy this next poem and in your own lives try and connect with as much as you can!

No one

No one on this earth can admit the plainest

Bounds of our minds are our real homes

Trapped behind a glass wall of nerves

And pulsing electrons

Inside we are no one

Outside we become something

We build our neurons around other bodies

Things shapes landscapes lives

We breathe and we feel

We breathe to feel and

Feel to breathe

Apart and together and interconnected

Laced clumsily and tightly

The knots are where we thrive

The places between things and connections

Before this and before our entry and exits

Within the glob of bile and swelling brain though

We are truly no one

A Girl by Ezra Pound

I wanted to find a poem by Ezra Pound who I was convinced is credited with writing the shortest poem. I don't know where I pulled that ahem fact from, but my search led me to this poem.

Quite frankly I love it. This is such a beautiful and flowing metaphor of love a relationship and a girl.

A Girl

The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast -
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms

Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.

The Brood

Greetings all,

So we have arrived to December and now that we are so close to 2012 I'd like to post some older stuff I've written and also some songs that have been on my radar and whose lyrics I adore! Anyway we will begin November with a bit of dark and brooding. Read on for the chilling intro and dark words.

I was haunted this afternoon by something from the past. Looking back I saw it with greater clarity. This is intentionally vague needless to say this poem is that sense of collective belonging and sharing. All of us are part of the brood and we all go to drink by the pools of the black :-)

The Brood

Lurking darkness strays as
Lines divide it turn it
Make it yours make it mine

Ours is the brooding dark
My dark one my only one
Fair spell fair night

Your truth thicker than black
As obscure as night
As deep as mine
as broken as the spaces

Kneel and so will I
Under the yellow into the black
Stray to me intoxicate me

Beside me be and exist
Pleasant and singing silent
Hymns down and darker

Melding smelting forming
Collecting gathering Spawning
My Sweetest sadness so far below