An American Prayer

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!

call your local radio station and request Sex W/An Angel by Joe Rossi
when in your local record or CD shop ask them if they can get our CD A Last Fling W/Decadence & Democracy
download a tune at snocap



See my gallery at Zazzle

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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