CIRCLE IDEAL

C I R C L E    I  D  E  A   L

Sitting here alone trying to understand.

Trying to be a loving man.

Trying to comprehend between right and wrong.

I wonder if I’ve been on this Earth to long…

If it wasn’t for the summer coming after the spring.

We would just fall into winter again.

So, I’ll wait till Sunday;

go to church on time

and after the sermon I will drink the wine

and then I will shout:

Father forgive me, for I have sinned!

Please, please father take my confession!

Please take me in…

And that is the circle that always prevails

From April’s showers until August hails. .  .

John Tzortzis

oNCE AGAIN, oNCE Mo RE

oNCE AGAIN,  oNCE  MoRE

The distance beyond the amateur

abused by not just few.

Appealing to prospective folks,

seeking news from you.

Clip the monstrous beings, when

their fangs shine with delight.

Oh, princess, damsel, luscious lips,

have passion.  Glow with fright.

Lessen the weight proclaimed to me.

I sit in vain, with misery.

Trivial matters none at all;

Outrage, abusing alcohol.

Tear the pain.

Let's flail the flesh,

while long, red, manicured fingernails

moisturize in gel.

Burn up mortal industrialized, Manchurian,

apathetic chimp of an ape, less a mind for escape.

Run in caverns long & wide.

Feel the dampness cold and wet.

Can you digest recycled jargon spinning from infinity,

as it funnels into your inkling body.

The gastric juices eXplode; as a sense of reminiscence,

familiarity, is felt, but then the polarity of the grand facade 

makes you run to your porcelain god of yesteryear,

for a sudden upheaval; only then to safe in the grace of

Nirvana.

Strangers surround you.

Once again.

Once more.

DIMMING LIGHTS

D I M M I N G   L I G H T S

When I honestly try

to connect with The Light

from my loving Higher Power

whom I now call Divinity,

my prayer provides me

with a day immersed with

proper direction, meaning and purpose.

When I choose to ignore connecting

with His Light, does a Darkness feel

this lack of Light as

a cold, cold invitation?

Could it be possible

I let The Darkness in whenever

I do choose too sin?

Is a Darkness systematically beginning to

forcibly enter each of the rooms

of my somewhat well lit home

by ways of an unwarranted invasion?

Is a Darkness carelessly pillaging headstrong

with a certain and destructive agenda

to bust down the doors of

my sacred rooms which

it can not call its own?

Does a Darkness promptly proceed

some seemingly unfounded

dastardly duties of

shutting off each light

I've managed to turn on

one by one by one?

Is this Darkness acting childish, once again?

My solution is to invite His Light,

where Darkness cannot exist.

Time for repentance, once again, once more.

For this is what the battle is for.

Darkness flees quickly, for His light means death to it.

Darkness seeks solace in dark, dark shadows,

dark caverns running deep and wide

in remote recesses where

filthy and sultry secrets can be kept.

Fearing only exposure to Light.

Its dark out there

without prayer.

Vigilant prayer is The Way.

The Darkness is always

looking for some way in.

Keep guard at all of the portals.

Keep guard all day and night.

Discover all The Darkness and

Gently bring it into The Light.

THE ROLE OUR TEARS PLAY WITH DISCERNING OUR DIVINE DIRECTION

THE ROLE OUR TEARS PLAY 

WITH DISCERNING OUR DIVINE DIRECTION

Tears shedding, dripping... I feel my throat clenching, fighting with tiny spams as my chest whimpering, anticipating the drawing of a fresh new breathe.

Holding, resisting... my nose begins quietly flaring then fully outstretching in meek disobedience to release the childish  arrogance of self will and salute the One And Only True God.

With my head bowing down contemplatively.

Gratitude, forgiveness and clarity are humbly bestowed. Blink, blink. Blink blink.

Now, my eyes can clearly see the words I know will appear along the top third of the not so random youtube video showing a glimpse shot captured many, many moons ago of a rustic old world village which is a just outside of a forgetful metropolis, made up of thousands of interesting yet quantifiable people like me. 

The title fades in with dramatic force, in all bold white non sarif letters:  ‘The Conditioned’.

My struggle fades as I begin to embrace this new breathe and invite it into my somewhat relaxed throat. Becoming fully aware as it autonomously glides into my blessed lungs. I feel the rhythmically force of expansion and contraction persistantly continue the dynamic distribution of life energy to the rest of my able body.  Simultaneously feeling my ever so magnanimous and heroic heart bringing me a gentle, yet stern reminder of what I already know so well:

  

I’m always exactly where I’m supposed to be.

My tears once again reminding me, ever so kindly of my humble soul which gently flows in this present awareness:  

God is everywhere. 

My grateful tears flow as a simple and loving reminder; I can only do my part:

God is running the show.

My tears are the way God directs me to remember my part, to encourage me to follow my dream and to remind me He’s placed others to help me along the way and they too will be exactly where they're supposed to be.

God, thank you once again for helping me bring these tears to my eyes, so I may realize the role our tears play with discerning our divine direction.

Looking forward to the next tears.

Keep up you’re perfect timing.

Wipe, wipe…

Pray, pray...

H O U R. U P O N. H O U R.

H O U R.   U P O N.   H O U R.

hour upon hour

coming out of the blue

if I were without you,

what would I do?

hour upon hour

just slipping away

if I were without you, 

what would I say?

MARCH AND A ROSE

MARCH AND A ROSE

PINK BUBBLED JAIL CELL

I’M INSIDE

OTHERS SURROUND ME 

YET I HIDE

I TRY TO INVITE THEM

WILL THEY COME?

MARCH AND A ROSE

ONE BY ONE.

ANNA IS The Zseia

ANNA IS The Zseia

CALIGRAPHY IS  NICE TO SEE

BOUND BY DARKNESS, YET I SEE

DEEP IN THE OCEAN
DARKNESS GLOOMS

LIGHT IS FADING IN MY ROOMS

BRIGHT COLORED CANOPIES LACED WITH VINES

WILL THEY BREAK
OR
WILL THEY SHINE, 

OR

SWAY, IF THEY MAY, 

WELL MAYBE TODAY......

IF I COULD JUST SWALLOW, 

I’D CALL FOR APOLLO

HE’D RANT RAGE AND CALL

HE’S NOW SEEN IT ALL

 AND

THAT IS HOW
IT
MAY BE.

The Easy Peasy Formula for H A P P I N E S S :

The Easy Peasy 

Formula for

H A P P I N E S S :

F I R S T  A D D

THEN

POSSIBLY

CONSIDER

ANY

SUBTRACTION

DESIRE

DESIRE

Desire, 

a combustible force found prior

to engaging a precise dynamic of absorbing 

the proper amount of friction, resistance and tension 

while simultaneously sustaining a somewhat seemingly 

perpetual, palatable and perfect pattern of adherence towards 

the cold, tormenting and dismal subsequent formation of a slightly

murky chaos, looming, impending and superficially in primal control .

Together with an undying, supreme and everlasting

longing for freedom from

the slavery previously chosen,

the slavery formerly agreed upon and

the slavery previously desired.

During the absorption process its all placed up on a time table until
its ready for proper delivery and true manifestation of itself on this grand land.
Sincere silence is sensed only to suddenly embrace the appearance of
a breathtaking burst of radiance emanating and projecting in all directions
forever spreading the essence of Desire in the form of a sincerely Spiritual awakening delightfully choosing to unfold continually, creatively and instinctually following an original path set forth prior to its now apparent birth.

Making its mark on this side of this plane of this existence. 

Forever and everlasting this mark of desire is truly evident.

This art is a mark born of only one desire.

It is complete.  
It is good.
It is true.

From a Power that's Higher,

I accept this desire,

Please God light up my fire. 

John Tzortzis

1/11/16

MOMMA DOES COCAINE!

MOMMA DOES COCAINE!

I see her in the morning

She’s very, very scared

Has she ever loved me?

Has she ever cared?

Once I tried to ask her

To find out what was wrong.

She says she needs Nirvana

She says she’s waited long.

My father says she’s crazy

Let her be she is insane.

Is that why she’s like this?

NO!

Momma Does Cocaine!

She doesn’t do the housework.

She doesn’t have a care.

She sits out on the porch 

and all she’ll do is stare.

I don’t know who to turn to

I hope it isn’t true

But, I’ll tell you all the symptoms

Can you tell me what to do?

She laughs at the Three Stooges...

She laughs at old John Wayne...

Will she stop this laughing?

NO!

Momma Does Cocaine!

Is there a way to help her?

Can she ever be alright?

I truly, truly love her.

I can’t sleep another night!

She’s getting bad I tell you.

Her brain will not unlock

Her nose needs more nose candy

or her brain will go in shock.

She hears all sorts of colors.

Does not feel any pain.

When I talk will she see my voice?

YES!

Momma Does Cocaine!

Why won’t you even help me?

Cause you have nothing to gain.

What if it was your momma?

NO!

MY Momma Does Cocaine!

The Center of My Mind

T H E    C E N T E R    O F  M Y  M i N D

There is a place where I can find the serene center of my mind.

When I am there all is so still. I only try to find His will.

Many times I get off track. Then I have to double back.

Once I tell you, in the past, used dynamite to make a blast!

I was lost in the debris.

For days confusion gripped on me.

I ignored the DO NOT ENTER,

completely lost my lovely center.

What did I do? It was to late.

Now, there was not an escape.

I prayed to Him to save my life.

He gave me something for my strife.

He planted people in my way.

I thank Him almost every day.

Soon my mind was back on track.

The center found and still intact.

I realize that I may stray.

I can't be centered every day.

I am glad I have a guiding force,

a loving One that cares of course.

HIDING THE TRUTH

HIDING THE TRUTH?

MURDERER OF MEANDERING MOMENTS

KILLER OF FRESH SPRUNG IDEAS

SLAUGHTERER OF INFINITE OPPORTUNITIES

SELLER OF DECEPTIVE, DEFECTIVE AND HARMFUL GOODS

THIS SHAMELESS, ANNOYING AND PETTY DISTRACTOR

REJECTING THE ABILITY TO UNDERSTAND, COMPREHEND AND PORTRAY
WHY THE TRUTH LOVES HUMANS MORE THAN ITSELF

A FALSE DECEPTION IT INITIALLY CHOSE TO CREATE AND STILL ALOWS TO UNFOLD

THIS HEAVY DARKNESS IS EVER HUNTING THOSE FOLLOWING THE TRUTH

OH, WHERE DID IT GO?  OH, WHERE IS IT TRYING TO HIDE THIS TIME?

EVERYONE KNOWS WHERE IT’S HIDING, YET IT SOMEHOW FORCES US TO SEEK IT

LOOK OVER THERE IN THE DAMP, DARK SHADOWS OF ONCE AGAIN AND ONCE MORE

UNWORTHY SPINELESS CREATURE FOREVER SLITHERING ON ITS SLIMY COLD BELLY

UNWILLING TO ADMIT ITS TRANSGRESSIONS IT SLITHERS TO HIDE IN ITS DARKNESS

IT MIGHT BE ABLE TO SAY “TRUTH, YOU ARE ALL KNOWING AND RIGHTEOUS'

YET, WILL THE TIME EVER COME WHEN IT DECLARES:

TRUTH, I NO LONGER WANT TO HIDE FROM YOU ANYMORE

TRUTH, I ADMIT I WAS WRONG FOR EACH AND EVERY ONE OF MY TRANSGRESSIONS

TRUTH, I AM READY TO TAKE FULL RESPONSIBILITY FOR ALL OF MY ACTIONS

TRUTH, I WANT TO KNOW WHAT CAN I DO TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU?

WE MAY OR MAY NOT KNOW, HIDING THE TRUTH IS THE FORM OF DARKNESS

WE MAY CHOOSE TO BUY THESE HALF-TRUTHS FROM THE SLICK SALESFORCE
WE MAY ALLOW OUR CHILDREN TO BE CONDITIONED BY THIS ILL DARKNESS

WE MAY BLAME THE MERCHANT OR THE CONSUMER OF THESE HALF-TRUTHS

THE WORD TRUTH IN GREEK IS ALETHEIA, WHICH MEANS ‘NOTHING HIDDEN’ 

THE WORD TRUTH IN OUR MIND GIVES US DISCERNMENT OVER HALF-TRUTHS

THE WORD TRUTH IN OUR HEART GIVES US CONVICTION OVER HALF-TRUTHS

THE WORD TRUTH IN OUR SPIRIT GIVES US INSIGHT TO DENY HALF-TRUTHS

HALF-TRUTHS ARE MADE BY TAKING A LIE AND WRAPPING IT WITH THE TRUTH

HALF-TRUTHS ARE SOLD TO US VIA DARK FORCES PRETENDING TO BE 'LIGHT'

HALF-TRUTHS ARE CONSUMED ONLY IF WE BUY, ACCEPT OR INVITE THEM INSIDE

HALF-TRUTHS ARE SLOWLY SEEKING TO DENY US FROM KNOWING THE TRUTH

HALF-TRUTHS CAN EASILY BE DISCERNED AND WE ALL HAVE THE POWER TO 

USE OUR CONVICTION AND DENY ANY HALF-TRUTH BY NOT PURCHASING IT, CONSUMING IT, GIVING IT TO OUR LOVED ONES OR OUR CHILDREN, PAYING ATTENTION TO IT, WORSHIPPING IT, FLIRTING WITH IT, CONTEMPLATING IT, DEBATING IT, GLORIFYING IT, USING IT, SMOKING IT, PREPARING IT FOR BODILY CONSUMPTION, SELLING IT TO OTHERS, GIVING IT OUR POWER WHEN IT ASKS US TO OR ACCEPTING IT IN ANY FORM WETHER BY WORD, DEED OR THOUGHT.

WE HAVE THE POWER TO ACCEPT OR DENY THESE HALF-TRUTHS
BY ACCEPTING HALF-TRUTHS WE GIVE OUR POWER AND CONTROL TO DARKNESS
BY DENYING HALF-TRUTHS WE KEEP OUR POWER WHICH THE TRUTH HAS GIVEN US
HIDING THE TRUTH: A SCHEME DEVISED BY THE DARKNESS SO TRUTH MAY SEEK IT

HIDE AND SEEK IS A SCHEME DEVISED BY THE DARKNESS SO TRUTH MAY SEEK IT

THE TRUTH IS EVERYWHERE AND NOTHING CAN HIDE FROM THE TRUTH

IF HELL IS THE ABSENCE OF TRUTH MAY HALF-TRUTHS BECOME ITS CURRENCY?

HIDE AND SEEK DOES NOT MAKE ANY SENSE IF THE TRUTH CAN NOT BE HIDDEN

LOVE AND RESPECT

JOHN TZORTZIS

E c H o B r A i N

E c H o   B r A i N

when i am lonely, i am not alone,

even  though i stay at home.

i wasn't like this all of the time.

i remember when all was fine.

oh, the times that i once had,

always happy, never sad.

i recall long ago,

i knew many, had places to go.

now, my wishes could be forgot

and all the dreams that i have sought.

reflect myself from within me.

how can i feel?

i can't be free.

when all the people

are not like me.

Hypno Sandman

When we add 6, 7, 8 and 9 what we can get depends on how we define what we actually mean by 6, 7, 8 and 9 because when we're on the same page and we're certain how we communicate our ideas, what's left to interpretation is minimized to an extent.  Can words and numbers evoke feelings on command? It may depend on many, many factors.  For me, I would much rather investigate with both an open and closed mind.  Yes, our eyes blink because by the charge of our unconscious awareness so, why can't our minds also have this innate ability.  I honestly have never thought or considered this idea before so maybe its about time.

Wow, this makes a lot of sense.  No, I did not just take a hit of acid or snort a line.  I have not had any mind or mood altering drug for over 21 years. I did just see 'The Big Short' at the River East theater in Downtown Chicago by the lakefront.  It's getting close to 3am so I'm tired and a bit lucid. Wow, a blinking mind.  Something to consider, huh?

6, 7, 8 and 9 sounds like a countdown.  Come on Mr. Sandman help me to find my La La Land.  If anyone can do it is definitely my Mr. Sandman.  I gots to go.

Nighty nite,

JTZ

It's always about time.

Begin with the end in mind.
Becoming ready is a feat in itself.
By creating a goal we begin to harness time.
Before we know it, our year goes by smoother and we're making way more art than ever imagined.

Art is made with responsibility which is the-ability-to-respond,        time and time again.
Art is our reward for a job well done.
Art somehow creates a job where we are the boss.
Art gives us a job where we make our own goals.

Where we decide to accomplish our tasks using our own frameworks and our own timelines.
Where we devise our own metrics and can eliminate the word deadline in the blink of an eye.
Where we can ship our product to our target market and our customers can buy it and not be sold.
Where our reputation is completely on the line at all times.

I'm super excited for 2016!
I'm ready to be another productive member of our society, yet again.
I'm aware of emotion as energy-in-motion; it may play a role, but it's not good at running the show.
I'm grateful for my God, who is running the show and I know I simply have my part on His stage.


John Tzortzis
Jan 1 2016