It's a place....
It's a state of mind
It's something different
Javatown goes from listening to Alanis and slamming to Green Day to writing poetry about your self feelings,the music that you listen to.Javatown is what your dealing with as an aging modern rocker who listened to New Order and REM in the 80's but you're not ready for Micheal Bolton because you turned 30 or 27 and yet,you would rather have someone who's not on the mind level of Jenny McCarthy.This page,i hope will make you feel at home with who you are and where are you going with poetry written by myself along with links to great writers that influenced me and music that I can relate to.So grab that cup of mocha,grab that copy of the Washington Post or the New York Times and make yourself comfy in Javatown
He wrote some really harrowing tales of life in the big city and he made three great new wave albums in the 80's,the punk poet extrodinaire, Jim Carroll
Surrealism,word manipulation,drugs,everything...he was cool,he was THE MAN William S.Burroughs
> I will admit that I was raised on AM radio in the midwest,and this was one of the acts that I listened to and she made a great album in tapestry,now..years passed on and she still makes great musicCarole King
It's 2AM,the jazz club closes,you're on your way home as you enjoyed a great show and this man was a legend in his own timeJohn Coltrane
This band is just too cool to be believed,check out The Cardigans
Check out who's on The Babe List. some very interesting women who will make you swoon.
I have been very busy with other stuff...but new poems will follow and submissions are always welcome here
I also added a new page that's Bound By The Beauty The first poem there's inspired by a beautiful actress out there.
here are some of the poems that I'm working on,plans are to publish a book called "the love parade"-named after a song from The Dream Academy
that made you cry
I know that you lashed out at what I did
But what could I say
to bring you back
into my world
I would say these magic words
But you lay a deaf
Leaves me in tears
"I'm not a bad guy,just lonely" I say
But what can I do?
What can I say?
Should I see you eye to eye?
But I have too many tears
to tell you
that i'm sorry
I want you as my friend,I don't want you to hate me
Only want you to think
that while you and other people have somebody
There are others who by reason or another have NOBODY
I spent all of my pay on the groceries and what I owed
I Promised that I would write,but I was too busy to do so
We always would call and talk
Talk about God
Talk about Love
Talk about Music
Talk about Life
But we would always talk
Say that it was a beautiful thing for us
Didn't care about the bills
You were a main piece in my life
Fate bought us together,Fate led me to you
I couldn't been more happier when we connected
I couldn't have been more sadder when I had to leave home
There wasn't anything for me left in Toledo
Friends getting hitched,ruining the norm
I was too different for Toledo...so I had to move on
So I'm at a java house writing this
Knowing that you're far away in the flesh
But you're never far away in my heart
I'm sitting down,writing you this letter
Knowing full well that I said that I missed you and I do love you
But how good is a hug when your arms are too short to reach God
-Jennifer Anne is whom this poem is dedicated to for she is the closest thing I have to a girlfriend
I felt different than the others,I didn't become blue-collar
I didn't chug beer nor fish
I didn't become a dull yuppie..who took everything Toledo offered at face value
I wanted something different,I didn't want to be complacent
I lived my own quiet rebellion..rebelling against whitbread mid american culture
I did things differently than the rest...it set me apart but what was left
Whatever friends I knew of fell in line...I realized that I didn't have much time
Before I would fall in line...see my dreams wasted as Idream of pate never tasted
So I left Toledo...and its midwestern mediocrity
Headed for a new adventure...and times that became tender
I'm here now out east...I know it's been rough
But could i never go back...Back to what I never hope to be
A Dreamer in a midwestern city..who's trapped in the blanket of conformity
I still wanna be free...before time has to make me be
I love you so much to be a cliche
I love you with my soul
I love you when I feel cold
I love you like a soap opera cliche
I love you with words I gotta say
I love you for the love of god
I love you like an ad for a bod
I love you like I don't love myself
I love you even though you insult me
you tell me everything that I wanna hear
and I'm swept by your cliche
I love you even though I'm scared
Scared that I'm growing up
Scared that I'm becoming like everyone else
Scared that I'm doing everything for two
Scared that I'm trying something new
That's why I love you.....
You must see everything with rose colored glasses
You see black and white
but you don't see grey
But can't you see that we're in love?
Can't you see that we're together now?
Can't you see another level
that we're flying to?
Or is it that you've seen everything?
Can't you see what love has done?
Changed me for the best
It didn't change me for the worse
I'm still the same human
But can't you see?
Let love lead you
(to somewhere new)
Let love take you by the hand
(and show you how your life can be)
Let love tell that there's more than valentines day and flowers
Let love take you to incredible bliss and everything else ends on a kiss
personal note this one is about a woman who I would do anything for because she means the world to me and without her,I wouldn't know what to.
I Love your wit
I love your flaming red hair
I love your charm
It was fate that bought us together
It was a freshman thing that I went to
Didn't know anyone new
I just came out of school
It was far better than feeling baby blue
I didn't wanna be the hometown hero
Go to the local school
Be a hometown legend
But you became the reason..for me to stay
It took time
Something better became anew
I finally got something true
A close friend,one who's true blue
She was there for me
I only hope to be there for her
Somehow I'll never be far away
Not when she's always in my heart
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