I love the Blogstream. I have to ease up a bit,
now that I have received the first proofs of my novel
from editors. I have to [peruse it and give my
okay to the set-up.
God, I'm excited. This thing has been going on in my mind
since 1983. Well, it was a lot different story then, and
I didn't have time to write until my health went to hell.
But it has driven me since 1998. I will be so glad to get
this damn thing out of my brain!
Anyway, I'll keep an eye out and visit. But probably won't
be commenting much.
Target date is end of the September, whatever that means.
I love you guys, see you later, next week.
Joe

I remember folding my hands into my face when I heard the news. I guess when we were kids, and ‘the bomb’ could drop any day, we kind of felt our lives drifting away to some other place.
We knew that others, in other places, felt the same, but, what could we do? We were kids and, the heavens were opening! When our life’s mentor-messengers were falling into die, we were
disturbed by the hole left in our effigies. We felt the angels must be angry at us for our frustrations to seek peace.
The fingers laced up into my brows and thought they felt the tear. Why wouldn’t we cry? It was our generation that was coming apart! Our stars were falling out of the night sky...someone help us! Please, let this dying end!
My head rose as the finger tips touched the sides of my face. At first, there was no solace from the elders who didn’t understand what freedom these Kings had brought, and given to us.
Oh no! The music didn’t end that night. But we had been changed by the tragedy of this. Suddenly, there was a suffering in us, that gave us, us. We were defined by this moment, destined to remember the roots.
A silent tear rolls to my hand. I had to get up and face the day. How could they die on us like that? Why did they have to do that? I had to be with my kind to suffer this loss. We will be silent for just this moment; then, get wild again, in their names! Because, we are ‘rockers’! This was our cause!
The elders were afraid of Jerry Lee and, thought Buddy Holly was a Christmas decoration. Bless, you, Mother!
Three saviors would come to lend our souls some ease for, we suffered so. One arrived in sleeves of work. Yes, he came here to slow this lonely ‘hotrod’ down. Our wild generation had finally become tired!
Then, there was this crude ambler, who came upon the stage of our lives. Out of the Blues and rustic, lowdown, belch of the underworld. The Farmer; the Working man; That old guy down on the corner, who just wants someone to recognize that he is alive.
The third was the real ‘King’. We knew he was finally up there where he belonged. He had survived the crush, and crash, of hate, suspicion, and fear that would take us the rest of the way.
He brought with him, a reckoning, of who we really were. Brothers, cut from of the same cloth, and, he brought that smile, and, ‘duck-walked’ through our own Armageddon with us.
The Boss, The Poet, and, The Father. We were not alone, after all! They were rhythm and words that lie, etched, in our stones.
We woke up one day and, became our Fathers and, our Mothers. They were Tommy Dorsey, and we were Chuck Berry.
But now, we knew that the mantle had been passed and, we can see their smiling faces. And, we all knew this was life!
When they saw our children and realized we really were human beings; that was the day they knew everything was all right and, they could go ahead and let us go! We’d had our fling with freedom’s dance; now it was our turn to say good bye to all of those who had fallen before us. We made it! We did okay, didn’t we? Look at us, Mom! How we doing, Dad?
We will be silent, then go wild again in their names. Because we are still ‘rockers’ and this will always be our cause!

Joe

I went down to Texas to find myself a girl; I ended up with an oily cup, and some big ole girl named Earl.
I decided it was time to leave so I was looking for the door; then I stopped, looked at my watch, and said “what’s all this fussin’ for?”
Oh, the state of Texas is messed up on their sexes; hell, they’re just like us for sure! (Wahoo!)

I met another Texas girl with a really messed up mind; she said “I know I’m sexy, but I just don’t know what kind”!
So I wined her, danced, dined her, then I looked at her and said: “If you don’t mind, I’d like to find, what kind you are in bed!”
Oh, the state of Texas is messed up on their sexes, hell, they’re just like us, in their head! (Yahoo!)

you see, there ain’t nothin’ special ‘bout Texas, they’re all just blowin’ wind; but I’d like to decide what horse to ride, I’ll pick the sin I’m in!
I thought ‘bout goin’ lower, to where they see the light; this Texas group don’t seem to stoop enough for a right, tight, night!
Oh, them people in Texas don’t know where their necks is, and their dogs don’t have much bite!

This cute little girl said “give me a whirl” so I gave her all I could; she whirled me good, I laid my wood, she did me where I stood!
Now I ain’t no Don Juan creature, but that girl made me sing; I never got done on the dance floor for fun, she’s a diamond with a sting!
Oh, that girl in Texas gave me erect’s, an angel, if there’s such a thing

then I met this shy girl who didn’t know the way, to please, and seize, and squeeze a man, in a loving lay
“I don’t know if I should go with a man I hardly know. I’m just a small town girl, who loves the world, and the "Jerry Springer show.”
But that little girl in Texas sure knows what the hell sex is; she lent me one damn good blow!

That’s what she said to me that day, and it change everything I know. This beautiful dream had a brain it seems; I’ll be damned, she ain’t no ‘ho’!
She beamed me up, I was a horny pup; now I’m ready for the show!
Oh, the state of Texas might be okay after all. If dirt is dust, then corrosion is rust, in a world called the status quo?

I dreamed I’s back in Austin, scrappin’ for a fight; I punched ‘em out, and tossed ‘em, into the mean street night.
I’s five feet nine, he’s eight foot four, but I made him cry and scream; it’s all nonsense, don’t take offense, HEY! it was only a dream!
I dreamed the state a’ Texas was nothing but a fake; they’re good folks, they just make jokes, at everybody else’s sake

I met this girl in Texas, who said she’d change my life; she found a lord in a ‘55 Ford, love is what she had for light
I ain’t never been so pleased to be wrong about that state; I’m gonna go back and hit the sack with every girl I date
Oh the state of Texas, got girls on every street; livin’ is lovin’, just me above ‘em; with a place to heat my meat.

So, I met this guy in Texas who said he had a plan, to save the world from themselves; he was going to burn the land.
“I’m going to take this country to the Christian right, real hard; but first I gotta squirm out this here Texas National Guard.
Oh, the state of Texas, got a lot chicken peck’ses, a man outa do his duty, and work hard!

He squirmed and wormed his way again, and got his Daddy’s pat; a spoiled little rich kid, God help us all from that!
He had his hand on the trigger, all the power of the devil’s worth; he thought it was his calling, a rendering of the Earth.
He said” I’m above all the people, I can’t held to blame; I’ll kill, and torture, and make ‘em cry; and I’ll do it in my people’s name!
Oh the state of Texas, done got us all in wreck’s; and brother, we ain’t never gonna be the same.

Joe

Fibers

I have lent my life to the dense fragments of dark,
when an eminent loss was approaching
A stark, dark way to a white-light fright.
How was I supposed to know the sun
wouldn’t dare shine in a mausoleum
The great divide of life is not the way we are;
it is the way we have been, that leads to the way we will be.
It is the first, the last, the eventual.

The who-we-are does not stay; it is gone before thinking
Enigmas-- what the hell is this strange crux?
The fuss of rage, be it soon, or now,
will not leave the home’s dome of despair.
Until a peace can come, even in a war zone,
there is no where, where we were.
There is a there, where we are!
We are lost; we are found; and we are regained.
The twinkle in an eye, from a strange, and merciful, God;
this is what we have. It has no boundaries;
it has no time; it is, endlessly, ending.
It is first; it is last; it is eventual.

This, among the fibers, is all we have to live upon.
It is the fiber that lends the “you”, to the “we”.
We are that unique blend of mind, soul, and fiber
that make us all, whoever we all are.
Crack open the lips, and be happy, for you are here.
What good is hovering over a loss;
what can that gain; and is it gain that we seek?
Gain is realized through loss; defeat most teaches.
What we learn from loss, we gain in life,
and the only good gain is that which helps others.
I am the first; you are the last; we are the eventual.
But, in the end, we are the same, you and I.

The stone that lies upon the ground will not move of its own.
Its only duty, to the man, is to lie unmoving.
It will only take up its cause when the man picks it up.
The cause for which it lies, is in how the man uses it.
Does he keep it; does he look at it; or does he throw it?
Nature leaves the stone for the man.
Eventually, some one will see it, and take an action.
The action he takes is in his nature.
The nature of his action is in him!
Nature is that abounding love that rims our mind.

Nature was first, we were last; a God is the eventual.

There is this nothing, but everything is the Nature.
She is friend, companion, grace, eloquence;
she is all that is love.
Nature is first, we are the last; a God is the eventual.
She is this mind of humankind,
and she loves all, even the stones

Joe

I remember folding my hands into my face when I heard the news. I guess when we were kids and ‘the bomb’ could drop any day, we kind of felt our lives drifting away to some other place. We knew that others, in other places, felt the same. But what could we do? We were kids and, the heavens were opening!
When our life’s mentor-messengers were falling into dying, we were
disturbed by the hole left in our souls. We felt like the angels must be angry at us for our frustrations to seek freedom. The fingers laced up into my brows and thought they felt the tear. Why wouldn’t we cry? It was our generation that was coming apart!
Our stars were falling out of the night sky...let this dying end!
My head rose as the finger tips touched the sides of my face. At first, there was no solace from the elders who didn’t understand
what freedom these Kings had brought, and given to us.
Oh no! The music didn’t end that night.
But, we had been changed by the tragedy of this. Suddenly, there was a suffering in us, that gave us, us. We were ready for change. We were defined by this moment, destined to remember the roots.
Our elders were afraid of Jerry Lee and, thought Buddy Holly was a Christmas decoration. Bless, you, Mother!

Three saviors came to lend our souls some ease, for we suffered so.
One arrived in sleeves of work. Yes, he came to slow this lonely ‘hotrod’ down. His words were geniused; telling us all we were born to run. Our wild generation had finally become tired!

Then, there was this crude ambler, who came upon the stage of our lives. Out of the Blues and rustic, lowdown, belch of the underworld.
The Farmer; the Working man; That old guy down on the corner,
who just wants someone to recognize that he is alive.

The third was the real ‘King’. We knew he was, finally up where he belonged. He had survived the crush, and crash, of hate, suspicion, and fear that would take us the rest of the way. He brought with him, a reckoning, of who we really were. Brothers, cut from of the same cloth, and, he brought that smile, and his funny ‘duck-walk’. Through our own Armageddon he walked with us.
The Boss, The Poet, and, The Father. We were not alone, after all!
Rhythm and words that lie, etched, on our stone.

We woke up one day to our Fathers and, our Mothers. We were Chuck Berry, they the Dorsey brothers. Now, we knew that the mantle had been passed and, we can see smiling faces at last. And, we all knew; this his was our life! When they saw their children and realized we really were human beings, that was the day they knew everything was all right and, they could go ahead and let us go!
Good bye to all of those who now fallen before us. Sam, Eddie, Buddy, The Bopper, Ritchie, Johnny Ace, were all gone and we had to move on with our lives. And, we did! We made it! We did okay, didn’t we? Look at us, Mom! How we doing, Dad?
A silent tear rolls to my hand. I had to get up and face the day.
How could they die on us like that? Why did they have to do that?
I had to be with my kind, to suffer this loss. We will be silent for just that moment; then, we will get wild again, in their names!
Because, we were ‘Rockers’! This was our cause!

Joe