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Red Wine

Jack Lhasa — Thu, 26 Apr 2012 03:16:42 +0000

The spirit is
sweet and warm.
A tawny red
flashes from
bottle to glass.
Red, like the
tint of my
brightest memories.

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Jack.
I Listen.

Poetry: Hammers & Hatchets

Jack Lhasa — Mon, 09 Apr 2012 18:15:07 +0000

Free the reins
on the broken steed.
Let lose the ropes
around your ankles.
When will is lost,
chains are redundant.

Chains, ropes, reins,
a saddle for the steed.
The man chained to the wall
is already on his knees.

We walk with morning,
glory lost.
Emancipated,
but never sanctioned
with our own sovereignty.

No release,
No rest,
No right,
that was not learned
in captivity.

Freedom in his Kingdom,
the Animal Supreme.
Liberty of the Mind,
the Slave might be a King.

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first draft, no edits or proofing yet. I’m sure it will get better with time.

-Jack
I Listen.

Poetry
Hammers & Hatchets

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Jack Lhasa — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 12:55:03 +0000

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Jack

I Listen.

Windows Live Writer

Jack Lhasa — Sun, 18 Dec 2011 20:02:27 +0000

Just posting a test from the Windows Live Writer to see how well it does.

-J

“It’s a Jungle Out There”

Jack Lhasa — Sat, 10 Dec 2011 01:14:31 +0000

Also known as the theme song for the TV series, “Monk.”

“It’s a Jungle Out There”
Lyrics by Randy Newman

It’s a jungle out there
Disorder and confusion everywhere
No one seems to care
Well I do
Hey who’s in charge here?

It’s a jungle out there
Poison in the very air we breathe
Do you know what’s in the water that you drink?
Well I do, and it’s amazing

People think I’m crazy
’cause I worry all the time
If you paid attention
You’d be worried too
You better pay attention
Or this world we love so much
Might just kill you

I could be wrong now
but I don’t think so
‘Cause it’s a jungle out there
It’s a jungle out there.

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Wonderful.

-Jack
I Listen.

Blessings

Jack Lhasa — Thu, 27 Oct 2011 14:29:01 +0000

May the Lords of Happiness always protect us from the Legions of Misery.

Death is the absence of Being.

Life is the process of Being.

-Jack
I Listen.

Journals

Jack Lhasa — Tue, 25 Oct 2011 03:34:41 +0000

For the past 5 or 6 years, I’ve been absolutely terrible about writing in my notebooks. I wrote here, and many other places, but I never really set ink to paper anymore.

This past year, on the other hand, things have changed. I’ve almost completed my 3rd 240 notebook! Here is a list of my 4 recent notebooks, the titles, and the dates which they contain. Just for shits and giggles.

November 9, 2010 – June 6, 2011
- Suicide for Beginners – Seven months to fill.

June 7, 2011 – September 4, 2011
- Existential Therapy – Taking only slightly less than three months to fill.

September 4, 2011 – Unknown(but soon)
- Rhapsody – One month in. Doubt it will contain another week or so before its full.

Unknown – Unknown
- This Wine – This will be my next notebook. I expect to be starting it by the second week of November at the latest.

Each notebook is the same brand and size. CR Gibson Markings 240 ruled pages, 8″ x 5″

-Jack
I Listen.

Update

The Folly of a Warrior

Jack Lhasa — Sun, 18 Sep 2011 06:10:36 +0000

A warrior grows complacent in his pleasures. Forgetting fast, his fight, when he goes unchallenged. Is he not enough of a man to challenge for honor? Is he too much of a man, for other men to brave the challenge? Whether either is true, neither is right. The warrior knows this, but in silence, he grows continuously more subdued. To be, a warrior must know song; a warrior must know battle. It is not enough to enjoy music, or fighting, a warrior must join in with the chorus, and join in the fight!

But love can soften and break a warrior. It’s so easy to give in to those pleasures. A warrior can love, without giving up what he is, but it is a hard fight, and only the strongest remain so, under the arms of a beautiful woman.

A warrior must fight! A warrior must sing! A warrior must love, but with ferocity! A warrior must never forget from wince he came, or to where his sword is pledged, even in the sovereign of his own abode.

Jack
I Listen.

Fragment

Some Writings Move to Scribd

Jack Lhasa — Wed, 20 Jul 2011 11:29:17 +0000

Moving a lot of my poetry and fiction over to scribd, where it will be collected in anthologies, if it proves successful. Check out my profile there.

Jack
I Listen.
Aside.

Rumi-Styled

Jack Lhasa — Sat, 09 Jul 2011 19:40:13 +0000

Life is not life.
You are so much more.
Your light is my smile.
In the grass, we sit,
playing young lovers games.
You fill my dream with desire.
God is no name.
Not for a lover.
Not for a friend.
I am yours.
The wind blows
through our hair,
and speaks to us;
Saying your name,
over and over.

-Jack
I Listen.
Poetry.