Happy NEW YEAR!!!
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws ...
The dead are always sacrosanct, whereas the living will always have scorn heaped upon them. Sometimes, one can surmise the best way to be appreciated by those whom we love is to remove ourselves from them; in a sense to underline and put an exclamation point to everything we've ever done, to force them to look back upon the past to remember and cherish that which they took for granted while it still drew a breath.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Jerry's Father & the 4 Noble Truths
Ongoing periods of silence from my own father, whom I will grant I have given reason to be distant from me, inspires me to be calling my own son almost everyday lately. It's not easy to hear from his mother stories of him acting up, acting like I do from time to time, full of self-pity and desperation. I know it's not easy for him, the oldest child among a brood of kids from two different sets of parents. He is facing the onset of puberty and adulthood, and this is not an easy time for him. He is short among his peers, and I know he gets teased about it.
He has said lately, "Life Sucks," and of course I have used this observation of his to remind him what I have explained to him before, the first noble truth of the Buddha: All Life is Sorrowful. It's funny, I remember him one day anguishing before me to tell me something hard to tell, because I had been talking to him about the Buddhist point of view, and he needed to tell me that he goes to church with his mother and they are Christian, and he thought I would be upset that he was a Christian. He was so relieved when I wasn't upset. I told him Buddhism in many ways has no problem with Christianity, they way Christians might have a problem with Buddhism.
He has said lately, "Life Sucks," and of course I have used this observation of his to remind him what I have explained to him before, the first noble truth of the Buddha: All Life is Sorrowful. It's funny, I remember him one day anguishing before me to tell me something hard to tell, because I had been talking to him about the Buddhist point of view, and he needed to tell me that he goes to church with his mother and they are Christian, and he thought I would be upset that he was a Christian. He was so relieved when I wasn't upset. I told him Buddhism in many ways has no problem with Christianity, they way Christians might have a problem with Buddhism.
Friday, October 10, 2008
radiance
radiant blue
the sky god & you
beneath wide clouded horizons
these fires aglow in castles & hillside villages
children murmur
among the relics
& undress the night
w/ savage ritual
music is a religion
the inward road
to the sacred soul
our love unites us
across seas frozen by gold
make the world one
make it grow
wings of electric delight.
the sky god & you
beneath wide clouded horizons
these fires aglow in castles & hillside villages
children murmur
among the relics
& undress the night
w/ savage ritual
music is a religion
the inward road
to the sacred soul
our love unites us
across seas frozen by gold
make the world one
make it grow
wings of electric delight.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Spaceball
It's a circle, it's a dot
It's Everything that it's not
And everything that you do, was meant for only you.
And what is is what you get
When you remember you forget
and we're the perfect clowns
reflections in a mirror
from rags to wedding gowns
and the distance between here
& an endless now
is as vast as the Universe
and and tiny as a seed upon the ground
It's Everything that it's not
And everything that you do, was meant for only you.
And what is is what you get
When you remember you forget
at the Spaceball tonight
everybody is getting round
at the Spaceball tonight
you can feel the sound
of love softly splashing on the ground
at the Spaceball tonight
We'll get it right
And you know it will come around.
and we're the perfect clowns
reflections in a mirror
from rags to wedding gowns
and the distance between here
& an endless now
is as vast as the Universe
and and tiny as a seed upon the ground
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Set List
- Me and My Uncle
- Monkey & the Engineer
- Five to One
- Fantasy
- UPS Girl
- Heaven Can't Make Up Her Mind
- Not Fade Away
- Every Star Must Fade
- Garden of Psychedelic Delights
- Riders on the Storm
- Light My Fire
- Desolation Row
- Tangled Up In Blue
- Sex W/ An Angel
- Brainflower
- Love Her Like The Rain
- Spaceball
- Freedom Sally
- Angels By The Sea
- Grace
- Round Black Eyes
- Gone Like The Sea
- Shaking Dreams (neat dark Andrea)
- Sex Drive Back
- Friend of the Devil
- Love Game
Poem for 9/11/08
9/11/2008
it's been awhile now
since the morning air burned w/sadness
rising plumes of smoke
screaming silver death
& clouds of dust
what god awful thoughts of hell bent minds
that fateful day, riding the bus
talking to strangers, the universe seeming to be
on the edge of irrevocable disrepair
the t.v.'s were on everywhere
no one talked of anything else
we were united in our shock
& disbelief
the twins freedom & enterprise
stand no more;
a scar on history
a sign of misery
forever
what human element
can be factored
what hope can be mustered
for those so desolate
& w/ out hope, or meaning
must succumb to hatred's
fatal grip?
still i rue the way the ragged, proud peoples
scurried after the rats with lusts of vengeance
just as the rats had hoped
the scrawny playground kid who throws rocks at the bullies,
because he wants attention
they were craving attention, any kind of attention
& we gave it to them, 10-fold
chasing after delusional Jedi's
in their rebel caverns, & grimy scenes.
silver linings abound in liberated burkas
the undoing of tyrants
oh the spoils of war
& all her paradoxical glory
can it happen any other way?
could peace be fought & paid for with
non-violence
could the slaves have walked free
not because of Shiloh & Sherman's scorched earth
but by a cold war of bluffing & cool detente?
what implication than for future lives
must bombs of infinite destruction be
forever a possible antidote for mankind.
earth's cursed parasite, or sons of Gods.
We so flatter ourselves, but in the annals of time
what are we but a short term event
in the life of planet, born before time
like the Egyptians, Greeks or the Neanderthals
our fates will studied, our lives will pondered
& represented by half-truths & theories as to why.
it's been awhile now
since the morning air burned w/sadness
rising plumes of smoke
screaming silver death
& clouds of dust
what god awful thoughts of hell bent minds
that fateful day, riding the bus
talking to strangers, the universe seeming to be
on the edge of irrevocable disrepair
the t.v.'s were on everywhere
no one talked of anything else
we were united in our shock
& disbelief
the twins freedom & enterprise
stand no more;
a scar on history
a sign of misery
forever
what human element
can be factored
what hope can be mustered
for those so desolate
& w/ out hope, or meaning
must succumb to hatred's
fatal grip?
still i rue the way the ragged, proud peoples
scurried after the rats with lusts of vengeance
just as the rats had hoped
the scrawny playground kid who throws rocks at the bullies,
because he wants attention
they were craving attention, any kind of attention
& we gave it to them, 10-fold
chasing after delusional Jedi's
in their rebel caverns, & grimy scenes.
silver linings abound in liberated burkas
the undoing of tyrants
oh the spoils of war
& all her paradoxical glory
can it happen any other way?
could peace be fought & paid for with
non-violence
could the slaves have walked free
not because of Shiloh & Sherman's scorched earth
but by a cold war of bluffing & cool detente?
what implication than for future lives
must bombs of infinite destruction be
forever a possible antidote for mankind.
earth's cursed parasite, or sons of Gods.
We so flatter ourselves, but in the annals of time
what are we but a short term event
in the life of planet, born before time
like the Egyptians, Greeks or the Neanderthals
our fates will studied, our lives will pondered
& represented by half-truths & theories as to why.
Lost In Time ...
lost in time
on the edge of history
or smack dab in the middle
of eternity
searching for something
in the word forests
& dream galleries
of Time's production
looking for identity
in fluid scenes
looking for stability
on hot flowing magma
learning to surf the lava
love the myriad ways
dance with the decay
make peace w/ the motions
of history underway.
from the big bang to the Cosmic Dance
we are just jesters costumed as if to say
we are players in the Greatest Play.
on the edge of history
or smack dab in the middle
of eternity
searching for something
in the word forests
& dream galleries
of Time's production
looking for identity
in fluid scenes
looking for stability
on hot flowing magma
learning to surf the lava
love the myriad ways
dance with the decay
make peace w/ the motions
of history underway.
from the big bang to the Cosmic Dance
we are just jesters costumed as if to say
we are players in the Greatest Play.
Monday, June 30, 2008
what's a breadwinner to do
what's a breadwinner to do
when he can't seem to win enough bread?
when doubt & depression
run roughshod all through his head
when he sees his children
he thinks they'd be better off
were he dead
when he reaches out
only to find silence & dread
when he calls out
only to hear nothing but
the voices in his own head?
when he can't seem to win enough bread?
when doubt & depression
run roughshod all through his head
when he sees his children
he thinks they'd be better off
were he dead
when he reaches out
only to find silence & dread
when he calls out
only to hear nothing but
the voices in his own head?
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Across These Skies ...
I ramble on through
drought breakfast pain
the summer rain
in Spring.
she, out there out of focus
& on the edge
dangling like a false, loose diamond
cave of coals
& winter’s breath
i think of Rich & his fast
quiet get away on the dharma bus
all these friends they knew swim in seas of certain doubts
onward through this distasteful fog towards morning
hear the gentle hiccup of midnight, the fog rolls out across
waves & rising tides of seething noise
into the lake, a certain fate
to burn in hatred, disgust & lies
& turn into something we all despise
forgive me your litany
your history of lies.
we all come to this parade
in disguise
me I was given hobbled writer, happy go lucky type
in Italian robes, echoing a fabled singer
of yore, whose dead bolt eyes stole
whole lifetimes in flashes felt across the globe
and found future friends in feasts & tomes
still, I dream the dreams of my father
whose candied, studied aplomb bought beach houses
& elegant feasts
large Italian broods, whose matriarch lies in gated splendor
no this isn’t Michael Corleone’s alma mater
humble souls of hard work, legal craft & artistry
casting plaster, stone shapes for the Getty’s of the world
i love my family, precious souls, on the West Coast
i will never call the Armadillo of Waterloo my home.
& I recalled my precious reagan flower moonburn
lost in a dank Dallas night (club)
faraway now ten years removed
probably married, a mother, maybe a Maven, or owns a sports team
who knows
the Wake, she remains in full force
& never-ending.
drought breakfast pain
the summer rain
in Spring.
she, out there out of focus
& on the edge
dangling like a false, loose diamond
cave of coals
& winter’s breath
i think of Rich & his fast
quiet get away on the dharma bus
all these friends they knew swim in seas of certain doubts
onward through this distasteful fog towards morning
hear the gentle hiccup of midnight, the fog rolls out across
waves & rising tides of seething noise
into the lake, a certain fate
to burn in hatred, disgust & lies
& turn into something we all despise
forgive me your litany
your history of lies.
we all come to this parade
in disguise
me I was given hobbled writer, happy go lucky type
in Italian robes, echoing a fabled singer
of yore, whose dead bolt eyes stole
whole lifetimes in flashes felt across the globe
and found future friends in feasts & tomes
still, I dream the dreams of my father
whose candied, studied aplomb bought beach houses
& elegant feasts
large Italian broods, whose matriarch lies in gated splendor
no this isn’t Michael Corleone’s alma mater
humble souls of hard work, legal craft & artistry
casting plaster, stone shapes for the Getty’s of the world
i love my family, precious souls, on the West Coast
i will never call the Armadillo of Waterloo my home.
& I recalled my precious reagan flower moonburn
lost in a dank Dallas night (club)
faraway now ten years removed
probably married, a mother, maybe a Maven, or owns a sports team
who knows
the Wake, she remains in full force
& never-ending.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
Horton Hears MOJO JOJO, THE 100TH MONKEY
For over a year now, as I have gone about my business on YouTube, and MySpace, the best analogy in my mind that I could come up with was "Horton Hears a Who!"
And the Universe in its mystical abundance and synchronistic style seems to offer up almost magically at this juncture in history, a movie version of the cartoon and book I remember seeing and reading all those years ago, almost as a way of helping me make my point. Indeed, I feel that I am lot like little JoJo of Who-ville. From Wikipedia: "The Whos finally make themselves heard by ensuring that all members of their society play their part. In the end it is the smallest Who of all, Jo-Jo, who provides the last volume lift to be heard, thus reinforcing the moral of "a person’s a person no matter how small."
And here I am, striving at almost impossible odds to make my little voice be heard, thinking that if enough people hear my songs, watch my videos; maybe just maybe I might make a little magic happen.
The other analogy is the 100th Monkey Syndrome. From Wikipeda: "The "Hundredth Monkey Effect" is a theory that a learned behavior spreads instantaneously from one group of monkeys to all related monkeys once a critical number is reached. By generalization it means the instant, paranormal spreading of an idea or ability to the remainder of a population once a certain portion of that population has heard of the new idea or learned the new ability."
Indeed, MySpace and YouTube have provided wonderful mediums for all of us, to share our own creative efforts as well as support and enjoy the creative efforts of others. And so you can understand how I see myself somewhat as cheerleader of a worldwide "loosely-connected" group of people who believe that the best answer to all life’s problems is L O V E, as expounded by Christ and exemplified by the compassion of the Buddha. And we are a lot like the Whos of Who-ville trying to make enough noise to wake up that 100th monkey thus spreading the ideas of love, peace and forgiveness to all of humanity.
And the Universe in its mystical abundance and synchronistic style seems to offer up almost magically at this juncture in history, a movie version of the cartoon and book I remember seeing and reading all those years ago, almost as a way of helping me make my point. Indeed, I feel that I am lot like little JoJo of Who-ville. From Wikipedia: "The Whos finally make themselves heard by ensuring that all members of their society play their part. In the end it is the smallest Who of all, Jo-Jo, who provides the last volume lift to be heard, thus reinforcing the moral of "a person’s a person no matter how small."
And here I am, striving at almost impossible odds to make my little voice be heard, thinking that if enough people hear my songs, watch my videos; maybe just maybe I might make a little magic happen.
The other analogy is the 100th Monkey Syndrome. From Wikipeda: "The "Hundredth Monkey Effect" is a theory that a learned behavior spreads instantaneously from one group of monkeys to all related monkeys once a critical number is reached. By generalization it means the instant, paranormal spreading of an idea or ability to the remainder of a population once a certain portion of that population has heard of the new idea or learned the new ability."
Indeed, MySpace and YouTube have provided wonderful mediums for all of us, to share our own creative efforts as well as support and enjoy the creative efforts of others. And so you can understand how I see myself somewhat as cheerleader of a worldwide "loosely-connected" group of people who believe that the best answer to all life’s problems is L O V E, as expounded by Christ and exemplified by the compassion of the Buddha. And we are a lot like the Whos of Who-ville trying to make enough noise to wake up that 100th monkey thus spreading the ideas of love, peace and forgiveness to all of humanity.
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Sunday, February 03, 2008
The J. Ro Report for February 2008
Wake UP! It's all 'bout the L O V E!
Greetings everyone. Some of this is a repost from last month. I'll probably use this post as template for quite some time, but I did add some stuff, put up some new videos and poems as well added to my list of the type of people I like to add, which will no doubt grow and expand as times go on!
Why I Add People?
I sort of feel like I'm creating this fantastic cosmic rock concert
taking place in the future, and like all the people I add
are like the people in the audience and all the bands are the lineup
and it's this concert that just goes on forever, so I really don't add just anyone,
but cool sounding bands, cool logos, cool looking people, real people,
girls w/ soft brown angelic hair, girls w/eyes green & electric, lizard queens &
their lizard kings, mojos, mojo risers, l.a. women, fair sisters, peace frogs, peaceniks,
tribal jazzers, storm riders,peace and love symbols, uncle john's, stagger lee's, Dylans,
twentieth-century foxanas, hippies, star girls, lost angels, mystics,
crawling king snakes, Morrisons, Rays, Robbys, Jimis, Mr. Joneses, Jerrys
gurus, cosmic graphics, poets, shamans, erotic politicians, Wizards, gods, goddesses,
gurus, reinas del legarto y sus reyes, Yogis, Yogas, Yo-Yo's, Yahoos, Yippies, Rastafarians
Wiccans, Christians, Saints, Buddhists, Taoists, hwys & their queens
things that grab my eye, that stir my mind, that recall in me the Primal & Universal Mind.
I'm having fun doing this and it's a hell of a time to be alive. Thank
you to all who have gathered together on this thin raft.
The Brainflower Video
Election Year Prediction
Clinton/Obama beat McCain/Guliani
To Obama supporters, I hear you. I like Obama too,
but I think this is a better way for this to play out.
And if we play things right, in 8 years, we'll have
the first black president, as well as make amazing history this year!
Poem Star Flow Poetry at Kozmic Avenues
the voice of future prophecy
this ancient angel sings
in soft dulcet tones
& emerald-like
candles lifting flames twisting at the sky
her crescent shape; the moon
dangles like an ear lobe, lost in
an eerie emptiness
wander along her paved highway into dark hills
disappear into a fog
leave on your Shaman's voyage
crash the party way too soon
voices echo in words they fall
upon a future face painted tall
into glass electric neon fiber optic sight
digitized, into spiral downfall
collapse into fertile fatal
ball of light.
words from last night
words from today
words so often
come to us in moments
of decay
& letting go
into the harsh
vision bright
swim into her sea
& glisten w/ despair
rage all summer
if you dare
words
too often
cause us to stir
wonder what became
of us
wonder why
anybody
even
cares
i wear a heart
on a bleeding liberal sleeve
& bleed in public
like the man himself elegantly
died his robust death
upon a cross at Golgotha
the way Martin Luther lurched on a motel ledge
to his martyrdom so complete
they would soon rename the streets & call for holidays
most deaths aren't so renown
most come anonymously, quietly
though certainly there are those that care
the noise surrounds us
the din she rises
plead your case
& just look at your enemy
& stare.
Join the conversation at Kozmic Avenues
How to Help Us Out!
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Last Words
February finds us counting our blessings and waxing philosophical about life. More and more, I realize the way my own life has unfolded has been perfect in providing me with the impetus to write, learn, create and helpmake a positive impact on my world. Years ago, I thought I might be a successful recording star or writer by now in my life, and here I am just another working class hero, struggling along in this unforgiving world, like so many others. Should I be bitter or angry or should I be thankful that my life lets me share a bond with millions of working class parents all over the world?
Jim Morrison Quote, to paraphrase: fuck the naysayers and keep on keeping on!
"For musicians and poets, and artists in general, just keep exploring your own field, and if you're popular go with it, if you go out of favor, just keep doing it."
--Jim Morrison, Soundstage Interview
Speaking of Jim, I'm at a loss as to why to some people think I have an uncanny resemblance to Jim. I'm just another guy, like so many, but I'm the guy who didn't run off to Vegas to start a lounge act and bill and myself as the most amazing recreation ever. Financially, that might have been a wise move, but oh well. It's a whim of fancy for me to think that perhaps when Jim boarded that plane for Paris in 1971, the Indian's soul that had leaped into his soul in the New Mexico desert in the late 1940's, left at this point and began wandering the streets and suburbs of Los Angeles and found a home in me. For me that idea is more metaphorical then literal. It's what they call a metaphorical conceit.
I do consider it a gift and it's a matter of following my bliss that I do what I do. I wouldn't have it any other way!
Happy Valentines Day Everyone!!!! Go Giants!!!! Go Hillary!!! Go Obama!!!!
Joe Rossi February 2008
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