Broken Record

Crimson lightning, stains the white skies

like cracks in the wall

scars on the fabric of time,

May I sleep yet one more time,

On a broken record, I skip

over every promise,

like an earthquake,

and the blood boils...

There's only one last breath, left in that old life...

Symbols along the drenched limbs,

traffic on the highway,

like a knife's edge the road is jagged

it's just enough to make you wonder,

when up is down,

to drown out the pain.

Placid Dreams

Ensnared, the wanderings of a mad man,
intertwined in layers, the
mind tears itself to pieces

Here, in the dark exquisite,
lions rear their ugly heads, gnashing of teeth
broken bones spear the way through
on the gentle tendrils of the mind

we sail on placid dreams ...

Along prevailing winds the waters shift,
on golden streams, stained by the blood-red sun,
sail on, my love...
soon the shoreline will stray into view,
another mirage painted on a canvas sky,

The years roll by,
trodden on, as boots to the ground
the shoreline wastes away
and the shadows creep upon the bay...
tired and tiered

Soon, the land will take us fallow,
usurp intentions, and planting fell will,

But at night, wings shall spread, splintered
in the dawn's cracks,
two lover's quarrel ends,

Streaked with pride and glory,
a new day comes...
And the story begins once more.

Innocuous Basterds Episode 1

T'was a good evening in NW PDX last night for our first "organized" episode. We have finally given the show a name - "Innocuous Basterds". It's pretty much who we are. All in all, I have to say it was a good effort. In time, we'll add more to the show - hopefully with input from the army of degenerates we hope to gather in the future. 

Anyway, here's how it went:

Obamacare, Pet Peeves, Bullshit PDX, and Phone a Friend: (this week, it was our friend Kimberly Allen nee Viernes; yes, she recently married). Enjoy!

https://soundcloud.com/jonamado/sounds-from-friday-evening

Podcast Project

This podcast represents our pilot episode. Future installments will be more organized and a bit less rambling. :)

https://soundcloud.com/jonamado/inaugural-episode-alcoholic/s-bzp9v

Our premise is to provide a bit of useless entertainment (duh), by discussing current events, pet peeves, bad movies, and other various sundries - some of which will be provided by friends (someday we may even have a few listeners!).

Afternoon Leaves

Rusted away, last night's dreams...
floating along the makeshift gutter's stream
like afternoon leaves on the fell wind,

Brown eyes reflected in a glassy stare,
her orange umbrella cast a shadow,
with a red handle in the pouring rain,
a waterfall cascade,
but still the blue in the skies
it was just that time of year...

Deathly yellow sun, pasted close
on the blackened pavement,
as she boarded the train, searching for
a clean seat
her legs wearied by the long game
she saw him once again, as she always did;
he smelled of the mists,
a poor soul, with endless travails
and a wry smile

Another night on the 5:15, she thought...
missed glances, and paper minds,
destined never to meet,
or wanting to meet for that matter...
it was just something to make the trip,

It was her stop, she turned towards the door,
Still their eyes met as the doors closed
"I'll see you again tomorrow, won't I?" she said
Unspoken

"Till then."

Moulting (Waiting for Season's Change)

The lake ripples in the sunken moonlight,

and the icy-blue fingertips of winter's night

caress the scattered stars resting upon

a hero's shoulders


The old man's feet wrestle the years

as the floor-tiles grow weary,

cold and brittle

like tree branches after a storm


Every step behind the windows,

caught in the mirror

one side white-hot, like molded steel

the other laid bare; a wasteland of snow

and a promise of days to come


A vision of intemperate times,

swept across a living-room floor;

dreams of fire and ice,

left in the recesses of the mind,

and cradled in the heart.

Burnouts Part 2

Sometimes I hate the words

despise them for all their little fucking paradigms,

sucking on our withered intentions

goddamn it! why is it every word is entangled in some witches brew of 

wanting to be admired,

when in the vast reality of shit this world is, 

nobody gives a damn about the words,

it's just the same fucking buttons I push over and over again

Fuck it all, all the words,

nothing we can do will ever compare...

the stickiness of a mind,

mired in the sameness of it all,

the same sun and stars, the same moon, the same mirror I look into every morning,

the same old worthless phrases

bandied about like so many lost souls in the street

It's hard to figure out the puzzle, you know

desire melds into one - 

anger of the past, the happiness of now, the flame of the future

while the windows remain closed, fresh air deceased

and the words grown stale.

I change my mind...I really do love the words I've grown to hate.