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Name: Jonathan Z
Metro: Anderson
Birthday: 1/26/1986
Gender: Male


Interests: i like alot of things.....like sports, hangin out w/ the fellas, sketching, longboarding, skiing, anything outdoors, gaining some knowledge, doing something worthwhile, road trips....ya know...normal stuff
Expertise: Indianapolis Colts, running, hopefully psychology by the time I graduate


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Member Since: 2/23/2006

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Wednesday, July 11, 2007

after a long hiatus...im back.

.success.

 

Allow me to entertain this thought

For a moment.

Allow me to babble about notions

And dabble amongst philosophies

So my conscience can be appeased.

Motion. I am encompassed by

An astonishing motion.

I stand in the eye of this storm

Slowly rotating and attempting to

Gather some sense of this ever-revolving

Blur in my orbit.

Hands extend through the hazy edges

Inviting me to add my energy to the masses.

Pleading with me to become a fraction .

A miniscule proportion of this cyclone

Of madness.

But my feet remain motionless and my

Arms at my side almost as if

I was catatonic.

Instead I focus my vision and peer

Through the seemingly impenetrable

Wall expecting to discover, well, something.

Something of significance.

Something must be there.

Surely my eyes will land upon a power

Previously unknown to my mind's eye.

Yes! I will locate with my heart and my

Eyes an extraordinary enticement

That will snatch these immobile bones

From their rigid foundation and be swept

Into this swirling tower of energy!

I will feel the electric pulse pounding

In my chest and the rhythmic thunder

Against my eardrums!

Yes, this is what I will find.

But wait, the persistence of my imagination

And ramblings of my tongue

Preoccupy my senses from knowing

My true discovery.

No, surely this isn’t it. 

The entirety of my discovery

Consists of….faces?

Not just faces but

Vacant facades.  Transparent masks.

These ghostly abysmal excuses

Of expression pay me no notice.

Each struggles against its neighbor

To push onward towards what

Appears to be the apex, although

Despite my efforts I am unsuccessful

In locating the conclusion of their

Never-ending civil war.

As eager as I was to enter I am now

As eager to exit. 

Luckily I have

Something anchoring my feet in

Place so that this frail body

Remains steadfast.

I take a moment to regain my

Composure and calm my adrenaline

And as I do so I notice my lips

Begin to curl into a smile.

For this dominating

Tempest which allegedly has all

Has not.  For my feet are anchored

By a vigorous and unrelenting

Stronghold of compassion.

By an adamant standard of passion.

By an uncompromising concept of love.

So success, you have had your chance.

Power, wealth, you have given me hell.

But move along, your storm is headed east

And I’m looking west.

The sun is painting a sensational picture

and I am going nowhere.


Tuesday, March 06, 2007

.Whatever.

 

Im talkin to myself again

Aint like you put your two cents in.

Might as well curse your mom

You sit there with your head phones on.

I wish I could tell you

What you’re listenin to

But you don’t give me a note

A rhythm, a clue.

So I’ll continue my game

Of charades with the wall.

When you’re done playin clueless

Gimme a call.

Just quit with this crap

Your obligation to me.

Maybe consider me human

And at least have the decency

To man up or get to leaving

Sow your wild oats

And see whos remaining

I’ll give you a clue

Its not who you think

Prolly that guy at the bar

Whos seein the shrink

For his ‘stable’ home life

And resume of crack

But you keep on truckin

Just don’t you look back

Cuz you might see a guy

Who cares what you think

but you forgot to listen

so please…enjoy the shrink.


Monday, March 05, 2007

I'll find you a lilly
You'll buy me a beer.
I became the King of Corny
When I called you 'my dear.'
But you don't mind
and can't let me forget that
you're the one who's smokin
those camel cigarettes.
How could I care
about the smoke in your hair
Some call you crude
and complain how you swear.
But they don't know
how you wrinkle your nose
How you beg for a kiss
when you stand on your toes
You're a sucker for cheesecake
and discount wine
You're the Queen of Disney
and hugs from behind
and slippin those tiny fingers
so smoothly in mine
You prefer skippin to walkin
and singin to talkin
You hate how I laugh
when you don't know
what you're doin.
But what you're doin is livin
and settin me free
from my skewed perception
of what they call 'reality'


Wednesday, October 04, 2006

.a love manifesto.

a simple idea.
a theory meant to erase confusion.
we have, instead, become
unsatisfied. thirsty. hungry
for something more.
no idea, no fraction of reality
can be simplified like this.
no concept can possibly be
controlled. reduced. minimized
into something so
uncomplicated. basic. straightforward.
out of the utter chaos
and selfish absurdity of human
nature and theory,
we have stolen a gift
so pure. so beautiful.
and constructed something
unrecognizable. we have
taken what is not ours
and reformed it into something
"better."
starving for our legalistic
limitations, we've left ourselves
with LESS.
laws and limits.
what if we reverse our thinking?
attempt to escape from our
created refuge.
No. reverse that.
allow this irresistable ferver to flow
through and beyond our
locked gates.
adopt hope.
allow hope to saturate
our dusty arid hearts.
drench us with hope.
out of fear, we've constructed
limits of containment, identifying it
as a makeshift refuge.
do we not realize we've created a
refuge for a refuge?
we cannot control what
is meant to control us.
let this simple idea
lead us beyond our
created boundaries to the
unknown boundaries of ourselves.
This simplistic idea of hope.
This simplistic thought of love.


i miss my bro's



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