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 SOME  
ORIGINAL  POEMS
JAZZ STANDARDS, BALLADS, AND STUFF
                               

The-days-of-wine-and-roses

The Diaper Pin (that ole black magic)

ROUND MID'NITE....T. MONK

ALL THE THINGS YOU ARE

MY FUNNY VALENTINE + ME WHISELING

HERES THAT RAINY DAY

EQUINOX J.COLTRANE (MY LYRICS-VOCALS)

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                      

NEIGHBORS

 

I can see the beauty in a blessed day

I can sense the Music of the Spheres

as I look around in my neighborhood

can I see any beauty there?                                                                                                             

 

In the stately oak tree

I can see magnificence

 the warmth of the sun I can share

but in that "one" who lives across the street from me

 can I see magnificence there?

 

As I ponder the Eternal/Internal Mysteries

 while diligently pursue my Destiny

 I’m compelled to seek a Unity 

and be that Unity

I claim to seek which of course

excludes

 only "nothing” and includes "ALL" of my Neighbors

every thing "real", is but apart of me

or could this just be some

senti-mental

Poetree?

 

 

 

 

                               “RADICAL RAMBLINS”

 

It’s a crucial thing

When the Truth sets in

and

The one you love needs a shot of gin

To relate to you (on a con-vo) tip

It’s a Fraudian slip, is she still on a trip

Checkin my motives out

 is it all about

Trading Love for “lumps”

 I ain’t Forrest Gumps

But my heart’s on fire

she’s a habitual liar

So the jokes on me, as any fool can see

 

There’s a brother named Sam

 a real hard “workin man”

At the Labor Pool

 He’s in the image of “cool”

He gets paid every day 

 thinks that its sho’ nuf, ok

To go straight to his room

 After pushin that broom and

Screw like a rabbit

 Sam’s got a bad habit

No he don’t use drugs, Sam is addicted to lusty love

He’s a legend in his own sick mind

Both Sam and Love have got to be blind

 

Secrets scented with somnambulistic mood swings

Nicotine dreams, stained memories of Al Green

Croonin harmless songs in the key

Of “IM missin you girl”

We shared everything, including your lies and

Whatever lied beyond view

Inside your secret self, you never spoke of

Drove by

Or even glimpsed at

In your thousand mirrored mind

 

Set in Gemini phases

Unreal memories reviewed

From below yesterdays stuff

Caught up in a network of whispers and

Grand mall head-trips within, Stalled between Vibration and Paradox

Reluctantly aware of the ever changing

Mindscapes, brakes on, screeching

Slowing, knowing and gathering thought crops

Overripe wishes starting to gain on me

Headin upstream, asskickin currents, annoyin choices

To make or be broken

Thrown against the past, knocked unconscious

With and by future fantasies

Pain is the name of this game

By degrees it flows

Walks in and out, by degrees

Bittersweet tasteless thoughts

Flickering along broken lines

Levels of communication sweep clean

The hope of life

(aborted)

canvassed and framed

Inner tears, layer the terrain

Projected perceptions

 reflective miracles miraculously made

“belief”

 the medium who

Knows not for sure how this

Karma drama will end 

Act one, scene one?

 

 

Trippin

Orbiting the environment

Tiny like a nano

Once again gainin   

Through the remaining

stained

One sided recollections (smog forecasted)

                                     must the show go on?

                                Sadistic scribes

                                          Scripted in this

                                   heaven and hell stuff

                              Also sunsets and sunrises

                                       and   Me

                                I'm just  tryin to Be Whole

                                   While learnin to live within  these     unresolve   conflicts 

 

 

 

TO READ

To read, out loud

Turning off the radio, TV, the phone, and all others

Tuning into the sounds of the

Outer/inner, Universal Chorus

As they do away with each other

AAAAUUUUUMMMMM

READING outloud overcomes

The effect of dreams that linger

Dreams lingering, while I attempt to

Concentrate on a point of interest

Rest enters,at some point 

 

Reading out loud to the

ANCESTORS

To my immediate write

Left of the sleeping Soul, within

Becomes a deeper way of communicating

Self to self, deeper still

Inner galactically (BLACKHOLE DEEP)

Out of new dimensions and through the "planes"

deeper than holography

So much deeper than that

Deeper than even

Deep

 

I DON’ T BELIEVE IN ANYTHING YAW’LL

BY EUGENE R. JOHNSON 5/20/02

 

I HAVE INVESTIGATED MANY THINGS

I KNOW THAT A POEM IS NOT AN ONION RING

YET THE TRUTH IS WORTH REMEMBERING

I JUST CAN’T BELIEVE ANYTHING, ANYMORE

MY LIFE IS MINE, IT’S WHAT IM SINGING

MY SOUL IS NOT FOR SALE

I KNOW THAT I AM NOT ALONE

I WON’T BE BELIEVING IN BELIEVING

I’M NOT AWARE OF EVERYTHING, AT THIS TIME

WHY WE ARE BORN AND FEEL WHAT WE FEEL

CAUGHT IN A WEB OF BELIEF?….NOT

I USE TO BELIEVE IN MANY THINGS

DUALITY, GOD, INTEGRITY AND PEACE

INTELLECT, INFINITY, TRUTH AND FAMILY

SOME THINGS ARE KNOWABLE AND KNOWN

IM NOT SETTLING FOR BELIEF OR BELIEVING

THAT MUCH I HAVE LEARNED

I CAN DECIDE WHEN EVER I CAN

AND CONSCIOUSLY ADJUST TO NOW LATER, RIGHT?

I FEEL, I THINK, I LAUGH, I HATE

I KNOW, I DOUBT, I DECIDE, I FEAR

I LOVE, I CRY, I LIVE AND DIE

I WILL, I WON’T, I DREAM, I GRIEVE

I NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, NEVER WILL EVER BELIEVE

 

"WHAT BLUES?"

aah yea-yah,the Blues is strong
full of hope and endurance
persistently Honest
deeper than blue algae
bringing the dark/light view
from a different hue
creating through sights and sounds
IDEAS..ideas of comfort/conflict>
"lawdy what my po izz don seed"

Kinda Blue....Muddy Blues
Bird, Billy,and Be-bop Blues

early in the mornin,shadow hour blues
Spirited lesson,shared
country,city,and in your flag blues
Brahma blue,on azure blackground of

blue blackness:Krishna blue
"ALL" BLUES,smilin at me
and on into the wild blue yonder
mild and wild...
like MILES


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Question: Where do you get your ideas?

Paul: I try to draw my idea from real life as much as possible, such as things I notice on the street or conversations I overhear.

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Here I might include a picture of the interviewee.

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