Falling Asleep While Listening to Alanis Morissette

In bed,
I'm still puzzling over why you didn't
"Peace be with you" me
What are you thinking? What's going through your head?
(I was hoping, I was hoping we could change each other)

I was behind your back, did you know I was there?
Were you thinking that a devious plot was going through my mind?
What was going through your head?
(I have stood here before inside the pouring rain...)
Do I irritate you like a piece of shit that you have stepped on?
(with the world turning circles, running around my brain...)
What am I to you... a nuisance????
(But still I was hoping that you'd end this reign...)
Dammit, speak up and tell me!!!

(...but it's my destiny to be the king of pain)

There are too many things to consider
And I'm tired from studying all night
Maybe I have better things to do
than fantasizing about you when I fall asleep....

One Half a Heinous Moon

I belee-belie-belee Poughkeepsie! damn these words trip off my mouth,
(wipe them off, young man!) wipe them off you say
from the spittle of my incongruity, half-laughing
Heck... do you even understand what 'incongruity' means?
Belee-belee-beleee Poughkeepsie!
That's wight wabbit, you can spout off rhetorics
shoot 'em up from the hip and leave them hanging
holding on to your magical, mystical words
like brainless addicts,
like heartless morons
drunk on the verses of your professed loves

Professions, indiscretions, lesions - whatever!
Just say the damn words, man!
Trip the ladies with the verses
or astound the critics with the definition of omnomatopeia
Just say the damn words and be done with it, I say
These are the Harvard rhythms that you learn off the street
which you add to enrich the vocabulary
of the rhythm, the jungle rhythm
the half-baked idea and chaos of the English language

Say the damn words, man and be done with it
before they know you for what you are
a belee-belie-belee Pecker! uncultured rapper fresh off the beat

Circles

(A Discussion of why Bradley Nowell was right)

Strange how the seasons seem to repeat themselves
One cycle repeating all throughout all time
and we... no, I... I'm caught within this resolute cycle
a victim of this unyielding king of pain

There are days that play itself over and over
as one point of solitude to the next
it seems that as though the years pass
again, the cycle of time relents

Jan Ralph walks alone

How I would love to stop and just stare out the endless sky
Perhaps open my mouth and then someone could tell me why

I NEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDD LOVE!!!

I walk alone, I've always walked alone, I'll always walk alone
As time has been, as time has proven again

Jan Ralph walks alone

I NEEEEEEEEEDDDDDD LOVE. 
Listen to any Sublime song, you know what I hafta say:

I said I need love.
Like the poets all need the pain --
I need love.
It sounds stupid, but if you knew me you couldn't blame

How time moves on
and I move on and everybody seems to move farther away from me.

I need love, but what can I do?
My soul will have to wait....

Thursday
(J.R.'s Bastos Remix)

dedicated to all the squirrels and squirrel fans

Thursday, Thursday
It's become our day
everyday
I remember all the hours
after hours
soaking in the sun, with everyone now
out there
Everywhere
you and me and all the rest
I'm impressed!
People say we're crazy
I say maybe
Just wanna have fun with all my friends now --

No I don't feel very lonely
Things did get bad and worse
but at least you were here beside me...

Now our Thursday, Thursday
has become a Monday
everyday
The gang has gone nowhere
still I don't care
I wanna have fun
and I miss you badly...
.
.
.
.
someone's screeching voice:
Stop your infernal singing, J.R.!!!! 
I don't ever want to grow old!!!!
.
.
.
.
Now I still feel very lonely
Things have been bad and worse
but not much better lately....

Forever Winter Nights

Forever winter nights,

a winter cold and scorned
a soul lost in shadows
morality swept by storm
you cannot trust on tomorrow
no you cannot trust anyone anymore
you cannot hinge on empty promises
when liars walk past your open door
you cannot love a robber
nor ask for something they cannot give
you cannot weep for what you have not lost
nor ask happy people not to leave
you cannot expect any miracles
cannot impose morality on a thief
having no claim to any happiness
inheriting a lifetime of want and need
How can you expect to discover love?
when all you have is another reason to grieve

Forever winter nights
a soul cold and scorned,
a blight of hopeless promises,
an existence no one mourns.