jgtaylor – Page 49 – Soapbox Artist

The Weather Outside

December 19, 2006 by jgtaylor

it’s not dark. it’s not cold. it would be easier if it were dark and cold to feel this sullen despair at the very manifestation of the world; all of it filled with mother fuckers and trees that look better on fire. (Rage up when you feel small and step on some part of someone … Read moreThe Weather Outside

Understandings I

December 8, 2006 by jgtaylor

I am you and you are me i don’t see the difference between your body and mine, I know the tree is just an extension of my mind; like the rose, like your feet, all a part of me. the trick to love, you’ll soon see, is just what you can do with me in … Read moreUnderstandings I

Taking Sides

December 8, 2006 by jgtaylor

hey pig, you got a job to do and I will have to do mine; and if one of us should die first then that’s just the battle line. You’ll dehumanize me and I’ll dehumanize you and when we look into the other’s eyes we’ll still not see the warm truth. It’s fighting that’s in … Read moreTaking Sides

broken heads

December 6, 2006 by jgtaylor

I knew it when I woke up this was one of those sundays – ‘the kind that betray ‘themselves in a moment ‘of panic and heat. But still I rose for this burning sunshine. Eucalyptic in its camphor rise rise rise and belong to all the things i’ve never fit in before and still not … Read morebroken heads

ode to a muse

December 6, 2006 by jgtaylor

left your touch on high now fires start: whole lifetimes made into deserts; fidgeting night long, dying thank you for breath: come morning, trees suspend sky line drives grown out of last nights fires; carnitas aphrodisiac: come evening, left your touch on high.

How many ways can You love a Pig?

December 5, 2006 by jgtaylor

Good Christ! Who doesn’t love the pigs? Who doesn’t think they should have supreme reign over our lives? Who doesn’t believe that a Pig should ever have to work at anything? Shit, they’ve got guns, boys and girls, guns! And everyone knows that if you have a gun, you don’t have to actually do anything! … Read moreHow many ways can You love a Pig?

Shivering

December 4, 2006 by jgtaylor

these spots in the world,
they’re left out from me,
inside you, deep, can you feel?
the tear on the right side?
I read on the left,
when this happens.
it’s ok. it’s always been this way.
no worries, no shakes,
put you’re shivers away,
I’ll not scare you anymore today.
not anymore today.
No – today was about love.
though a lot of people don’t understand,
it’s not them, it’s the plan.
trust me, i know it.
i wrote it. – lots of places to be,
lots of plans to see. Write it for ME!
Don’t worry, thelonius monk never thought
outside of his jazz jurisdiction.
me, on the right side of wrong, well,
I thought of it all – i even tried to figure out
how to kill him with the North Western maul
said I’d take the TV into the forest
pretend it was just a robbery – do you know those?
where you chase the fiend with a vacuum rod?
out the window he came with the black and white tv –
the new one the insurance bought from the last robbery?
the one on Christmas?
Shit. I’d almost forgotten.
thank you god you were here.
no worries, no fear.
Aren’t we just playing with tears?

Shoot The Pigs

December 4, 2006 by jgtaylor

When one people have declared war on another, and have plotted to injure, oppress, and subdue those peaceful peoples, when is it right to rise up and defend those peaceful? And is defense simply removing oneself from harm’s way or does it involve an active offense? I don’t have the answer; instead, I’ve got ideals that say no violence is OK, no attack is OK, only living the way you need to live is, come what may. But these ideals don’t address the rage inside of my body, that every single cell pulsates with, as I watch videos like this. I have have been photographed, videotaped and, I’m sure, taken a little notice of. I don’t delude myself that I would be so important to the police state that they would plot against me; however, it seems you don’t have to be very important.

Grieving the Found

November 30, 2006 by jgtaylor

is winter so dreadful that I should expire the spring in bloom for my fear of its perpetual decay? letting snows fall in Autumn’s glory dampen the sounds of light hearted chatter where truest confessions fall to close to that which had rotted away. Was it so many years that sleep had reigned; or did … Read moreGrieving the Found

Pixie Notes II

November 29, 2006 by jgtaylor

the fall has come, just like it did for the Roman Empire. the fires burn columns in my heart and ravage the streets going to the coliseum. Winter will soon come to clean us all off, to make the ashes one more layer of ground for us to stand on.