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The Adam and Eve Blues by Johnny-Mo, literature

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The Adam and Eve Blues

I feel like I've been missin' you Too long for me to tell Long before the sea was blue, Before the ocean swell; I've been here, waiting alone Before those stars ever shone; Long before the moon had a face, Back when we were the whole human race: Those days when scratch was only a snake When the sun dawned just for our sake And when it set first behind hills of blue- I was still there, waitin' for you.

Peacemaker by Johnny-Mo, literature

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Peacemaker

She puts me at peace with the world, she makes me slow my pace; so let's call off the race, I've already got my prize. She makes me feel so wise like I really could forgive just live and go let live like I'm some saintly guy; And why oh why ask why, Why can she make me be so good make me as I should correct me in my sins; I guess I know where life begins, and all the sad truths I knew don't seem so true compared to you don't seem so worth cryin' at. So no more tit-for-tat, I will lay down my arms and whosoever harms is no friend of mine. My dear, if I'm all wine And roses, it's 'cause you put me at peace with the world.

Speechless by Johnny-Mo, literature

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Speechless

Not sure what to say anymore- All the colors I adore Have gone to a winter's sleeping Beneath the gentle snows of weeping; All the ice has froze the roses And the king of summer dozes In his ransacked palace by the sea; And what it all must be Is more than I can ever know. This weeping sky has laid me low And sent me to the vales of always dreaming, Among the nightmares ever reaming Where even jet is always gleaming With the shadows of my woe. It's more than I will ever know, Or ever understand.

The Troublesome Troubadours by Johnny-Mo, literature

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The Troublesome Troubadours

There are a pair who walk the hills And villages of the isle; For a fee (not much for thee) They'll sing a song a while; Songs of life and songs of death, Songs of kings and bores, They'll mock your pop, call mom's food slop, For they're troublesome troubadours! "Righting wrongs and wronging rights, We may seem to have madness in scores; But making foes and picking fights Is our life as a troubadours! No friend too low, no foe too high, We've the utmost sense of fair, So that no matter who you are You'll wish we weren't there!" So bar your ears and hide your kids, Find a bolt for all your doors, The next two bards who come y

The Madman's Lament by Johnny-Mo, literature

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The Madman's Lament

For the last few days, it seems I've been walking through my dreams Walking under trees that are not trees Hearing lilting songs that can't appease Can't match the music of your laugh that fades Echoes in the night as it dulls to shades And tones that my mind will never find Goes to places I will never find... I danced down the sidewalk with a broken heart My strange gypsy dance without a part For you, without a part for you. And do you suppose it's true That the mad never really know they are That they could wander to the furthest far And never see themselves, never know themselves...

Set Sail by Johnny-Mo, literature

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Set Sail

Sometimes I sit on coast and ask if I ever sailed the ships, Sailed the ships to all the shores I meant to; I've seen the oars go slicing through the sea, Watched them race on over the horizon. They chase the sun, it seems; My eyes follow, but cannot catch them As light and black ships vanish And I'm left alone beneath the endless night. My weary eyes don't want sleep, They want to stand and see Until the last ship goes; Until I'm left alone here.

On Forgetting by Johnny-Mo, literature

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On Forgetting

And why should your face fade from memory? Sometimes I see it clearly, each detail Sketched out, the lines of the chin, the lips, The eyes drawn crisply, not a strand forgot From all the flowing locks upon your head; All the pigments measured now, shade by shade The skin is colored pink, the hair bright red, Lips like rose petals clothed in mist; the way The light fell across you is what comes next, Hard, soft, bright and dim, the subtle tone tints The shades so slightly, but my mind recalls. Bound up with the picture is the timbre Of your voice, pitch and pleasing melody Of words that were sung along so smoothly, An even pace o

Epistle to my First Love by Johnny-Mo, literature

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Epistle to my First Love

Sometimes I look in mirrors, try to see Whatever it was that you saw in me: We were resting in the dark, side by side I turn to you, and in you I confide "The stars, they seem like God's little lamplight." The cliche thought's been said more than one night- This was before when my muses found me, When they descended and circled 'round me, Before my shelves were stocked with poets' books And maybe they are to tell of the looks We exchanged that night, when under the moon I looked at your lips, and wondered if soon We would be kissing, loving, and clinging Arms around us and our hearts for singing; Perhaps that new life was just n

The Consolation of Poetry by Johnny-Mo, literature

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The Consolation of Poetry

Bo' was wrong to send away the muses They can console as well as wisdom, or At least poesie can preserve our feelings, As Horace wrote verse raging at a tree: So one who reads the Odes will not forget The hapless poet or accursèd bark: Thus the muses can so console a man To let him know his rage will never die. Or is Achilles not consoled to know That Agamemmnon's deed will never fade As long as Homer sings so vividly Of ancient wrath, a hero and his King? Come, O muses, grant your consolation To your humble poets, filled up with wrath, Sing, O muses, of righteous anger, tell All ages of their sorry pain and woe.

The Local Monarch by Johnny-Mo, literature

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The Preacher by Johnny-Mo, literature

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The Preacher

The most pointless, absurd thing, I say, ludicrous- all is absurd and pointless. What good does it do me to work every day? People die, and new people are born to replace them; and the world just keeps going on forever. Just as the sun rises and sets. The winds of fate blow in this direction or that, but they always return cyclically to where they began. Water pours from the springs and streams into the ocean, but the ocean is not a static vessal; the waters pass away from it again and back to the springs and streams. All things are difficult and trying; words cannot express: nothing I can see with my eyes or hear with my ears sate

Let me hold you, my love by Johnny-Mo, literature

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Let me hold you, my love

Let me put my arms around you, like this- And hold you, like this- And look into your eyes, like this- And kiss you softly on your lips, like this. Such pretty full lips, glossy and pursed, In expectation of the press. So soft and warm you feel against me, Held closely in my arms. Don't ask me to let go, for I can't- I've no choice but to be with you here forever.

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Elegy for Papa by Johnny-Mo, literature

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Elegy for Papa

Papa finally found his Calvary: But it did not come from a killer's gun Nor on a cross by vicious state's decree But what they were, it is, as all's been done. Papa said we had our cross to bear, all: And now he showed us how, and we Must bear one more (that he carried, proud, tall) So how well we do, we will come to see. The weight of love will give us ease the more We carry: for, the burden grants us grace All the more we look to God, and adore So we will look beside, and love His race. Papa finally found his Calvary: When our own may come, we will some day see.

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Bellucci and Friends by Johnny-Mo, visual art

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Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: Somewhere between eternal bliss and a lousy headache
Favourite genre of music: Classical
Favourite style of art: Neoclassical
Favourite cartoon character: Brain, the mouse
Personal Quote: Why treat the symptoms when you can cure the disease?

Favourite Visual Artist

Thomas Gainsborough

Favourite Movies

Blues Brothers

Favourite Writers

Homer, Horace, Virgil, Alexander Pope

Favourite Games

Chess

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Fountain pen, Espresso, Moxie, Wit

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Poetry, chess, coffee, foppery, philosophy

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Johnny-Mo

Dec 15, 2005

My Favorite Favorites

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"Sad, Drunk Jean" ( http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/18575662/ ) By Toureille ( http://toureille.deviantart.com/ ) This is probably my favorite photograph ever; the emotions are distinct and palpable, and it couldn't possibly be mistaken for anything but what it says it is. "Vector IV" ( http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/9914329/ ) By xEmotearzx ( http://xemotearzx.deviantart.com/ ) Simple, elegant, clean lines, great colors. "Knees of Him" ( http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/13792148/ ) By aPrayerForHarper ( http://aprayerforharper.deviantart.com/ ) You can't read this and not be pulled along by the emotions of the poet; word

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Johnny-Mo

Jul 7, 2005

tell me quando, quando, quando...

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I'm loving this Michael Buble CD... nice stuff :D My reading assignment on quantum thermodynamics is going a little slower than I'd hope. I hope to heck it's done by saturday.