Junior: A Novel from the Mind of Erozeno

Junior: A Novel from the Mind of Erozeno
Available 2017

LOVE AND HOPE AND SCARY DREAMS I

I walked through the valley of darkness; the place where I lost my soul. I tried in vain to find a path to the light.

I saw a pair of headlights shining in the distance. I smelled burning metal and flesh.

The headlights became brighter as they steadily approached.

A burning car stopped within a few feet of me. My father was behind the wheel of Mustang Sally.

He got out of the car, and left the engine running. It was too dark to recognize his passenger.

A Mickey Newbury song blared from the car’s stereo speakers.

“…I tripped on a cloud and fell eight miles high
I tore my mind on a jagged sky…”

My father approached me. I reached to hug him but he resisted, saluting me. Half of his right arm was missing. The remainder of his sleeve swung limp and impotent.

His chest was full of medals. He wore a necklace of human ears from the victims he killed in Vietnam. Each pair of ears was a confirmed kill; my father’s souvenir from the war.

“I’m sorry son,” he said. “Sorry to leave you and your mother. But duty called, and a man must answer.”

My mother had been pregnant with me when my father was sent to Vietnam.

“Let me tell you,” he continued. “Vietnam is a great place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live there.”

“How about die there?” I joked.

He stared at me.

Some people can tell them and some people can’t.

“…I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in. I watched myself crawlin’ out as I was a-crawlin’ in…”

Junior: A Novel from the Mind of Erozeno

© 2016, Erozeno

Artwork / Photography © 2016, Erozeno

 

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Liars, Damn Liars, and Politicians

Liars Damn Liars and Politicians: a Parody

by Erozeno (Featuring J. Monroe)

Music & Sound Recording of Music © 2015 Erozeno, and J. Monroe

Credits:

Guitars: J. Monroe
Bass: Erozeno
Drums: Erozeno
Vocals: EZ Presley

Erozeno plays Slingerland Drums, and Zildjian Cymbals exclusively. He also uses DW Hardware, Evans drum heads, Vic Firth sticks, and Roc-and-Soc drum thrones exclusively.

J. Monroe plays Schecter Guitars, and uses Marshall amplification systems exclusively.

Erozeno plays Fender basses, and uses Marshall amplification systems exclusively.

Not appearing on this recording:

Kanye West
Abe Lincoln
Jerry Garcia
David Carradine
Joseph Stalin
Mary Tyler Moore
Demond Wilson
Charles Bukowski
Esther Rolle, and
Hannah Montana

Notice:

Audio clips of U.S. Presidents Bush, Nixon, Obama, and Clinton are Public Domain, and used for the purpose of political parody protected by the fair use, and My Lai/Zapruder exceptions to copyright law.

Video clips are Public Domain segments of a 1965 United States Department of Defense film called “Why Vietnam” and are used for the purpose of political parody protected by the fair use, and My Lai/Zapruder exceptions to copyright law.

The use of the above audio and/or video clips does not, in any way, suggest that its creators endorse Erozeno and/or his use of the above clips.

( by Erozeno )

( ) by Erozeno, love poem, erozeno love poem, love poetry, love, heart
She is my syntactic yin &
yang
     My alpha &
     omega
Her womb incubates my innermost thoughts
It is the tomb which inters my soul
     Her body is wholly balanced
     It is my shelter for dissymmetry
Her perfectly formed ( &
an equal and opposite )
     We are contradictory &
     we are complimentary
We are an endless cycle of polar opposites
Our dynamic forms balance as we become one
     I create her, and use her to create
     She completes my conceptual continuity
Within her, I have nothing to hide &
i have everything to lose
     We exert mutual dominion over each other &
     we maintain perpetual balance
Dark &
Light
     Fire &
     Water
Joy &
Sorrow
     Love &
     Hate
Sun &
Moon
     Heaven &
     Earth
Life &
Death
     Together, we are mutual portions of the whole
     Within her walls, my spirit lay bare
We are diametrically adverse
Two congruent bodies of exact phenomenon
     We are distinctive &
     we are identical
Her body is an interruption &
an explanation of meaning
     Her ideas are independent
     Yet dependent upon subject matter
She is not connected to primary thought
Yet she does not negatively affect it
     She shares,
     clarifies,
     qualifies,
     compliments,
     supplements,
     digresses,
     amplifies
I fill her spaciousness
She consummates my spirit
     My emotions, and expressions enter her
     Together, we climax onto the page
Two paradoxical &
competing forces of nature
     Forever bonding &
     completing a semantic dynamic
My yin &
yang
My alpha &
omega
     My perfectly balanced passion
     My (       )
                                                                                                     © 2014, Erozeno
                                                                                                     Photography / Artwork © 2014, Erozeno

Chase the Devil’s Herd

chase the devil's herd by erozeno, avant garde poet erozeno, google +

Chase the Devil’s Herd

Fire on the horizon

Darkness fills the sky

Smoke smothers the moon

Rivers flow with the blood of the damned

On a dead-end trail that goes forever

Chase the Devil’s herd

A searing avalanche of heat

Strangles the senses

Like a choking inferno

The hounds of hell howl at their master’s voice

In the valley of the forsaken souls

Chase the Devil’s herd

The ride of death advances

Faster than a hell-bound train

There is no escape

Satan’s noose becomes tighter with each step

Every man has a rendezvous with death

There is no turning back

There is no escape

Chase the Devil’s herd

Prism of Shadows

erozeno, poetry, spoken word poetry, Prism of Shadows

Prism of Shadows

The American Dream became a nightmare              

I lost my soul to the darkness

I struggled to get it back

I had seen the Light, it had not seen me

40 days & 40 nights, I drove the back-roads

with Lightnin’ & the Wolf

True believers on a lost highway

200 miles per hour in the passing lane

one foot on the gas and one on the brake

We flew through gaps in the raindrops

A race from reality, a surge to the light

through the prism of shadows

The wrong decision for the right reason

The signs along the roadside read:

      Freedom Isn’t Free

     Obey Your Corporate Masters

     Who’s Watching Big Brother?

     There are Liars, Damn Liars, and Politicians

     Wal-Mart™ Died for Your Sins

     Beware of Dogma

     The Meek Shall Inherit $hit

     Nothing to Hide = Everything to Lose

     The Protector Has Become the Enemy

     It Takes a Village to Raze a Village

     There’s No Crime Like a War Crime

     The Revolution Will Be Televised

     …and Injustice for All!

Erozeno, Spoken word poetry, poetry, avant garde poet

South of Eden, I stopped for the Sorceress

An electric raven-haired enchantress

with a heart of passion and apocalyptic fire in her veins

Her glistening eyes illuminated the twilight

Daughter of Eros, disciple of Sappho

She exerted dominion over the serpent

She broke the protracted silence

as she leaned to me and whispered in my ear:

     To inherit the earth, one must pay the Devil his due

     You evade the Devil’s herd

     the dead-end trail that knows no end

     You flee the rivers which flow

     with the blood of the damned

     Where Satan’s noose tightens each day

     and everyone has a rendezvous with death

     There is no turning back

     there is no escape

     Stay the course

     seek first the shadows

     Find the light through the prism of shadows

© 2014, Erozeno