Just A Reminder…

Hey everyone, this is just a friendly reminder to all of my faithful readers that my book, Poetically Advanced Perceptions Of Life, is available for purchase at lulu.com. Just go there, type my last name, ‘Cockrum’, into the search box, and it should be the first result to come up. Alright everyone, you all have a wonderful day, and be safe. Your friend with a pen,

I Think That I’m Trapped…

I’m just sitting here right now. No agenda, nothing to do, absolutely nothing. I keep finding myself looking toward the clock in the hope that at sometime, it may be five o’clock. I honestly think that the clock is making its way the other direction though. So, in order to keep sane, I’m just going to keep typing until I either get carpal tunnel syndrome, until it’s time to go home, or until I just feel like quitting.

So, have you ever worked at a cemetery before. It’s extremely peaceful, yet, extremely boring as well. Hmmm, strange tasting piece of candy I just ate, anyway… I’m bored, someone help me, I feel so trapped right now. Trapped in this cubicle, this building, behind those tall sandstone walls. I’m trapped, help.

I’ve looked at the names of about five-hundred dead folks today, along with seeing two car accidents on my way to work. The first was right as I was coming off of the bridge, I’m pretty sure I saw blood spattered all over the road. The second one was roughly two blocks away from the cemetery, I didn’t see anything, so it couldn’t have been that bad.

Anyway, time for a break…

Ok, I’m back, but, I think I’m going to run over to my other office and get some coffee. I’ll be right back…

Alright, once again, I am back. I just had the best tasting fudge I think I’ve ever had. I’m pretty sure I just developed eight cavities upon eating it. But, whatever, it was good.

So, tonight, my friend Shaina is coming over, and I think we may do a little bit of drinking, not too much, I have work in the morning, but enough to make me sleep well. Anyway, until I feel like writing again, here this is, and I write y’all later….

Huh?

“Who am I?” I am a man, a writer, a poet. I am a father, and at one time, I considered myself a husband. I am the son of four great parents, who, in turn, were the children of others. I am a Pagan, I worship the Goddess and the God. I am a person trying to make it in the world that I love. I am a heart-breaker, for, I have no knowledge of what kind of love suits me. I am at a loss for words.

“What do I do?” I write and write and write, trying to fill the empty void that is my existence. I read books about all subjects. I write my thoughts on what I read. I try to teach the world my philosophies in an attempt to make just one person happy, whoever that shall be. I worship my Divinity with what I try to make pure love in my heart.

“Where am I now, and where am I going?” I am here now. The title of this place is not necessary. I am there now. The latter remains the same as before. I am going somewhere, as we all shall, eventually, and more than likely, eventfully.

“Why am I here, writing this?” I write and write and write because that is what I wish to do. Perhaps it is my preemptive gateway to my own thamatology. Strawberry fields forever.

“When is it?” When is what?, I ask myself. When will this be finished? I’m sure you can figure out the pattern now. “When” is but a solitary question encompassing a certain type of rhythmic referencing tool created by man. “When?” is not important, for, it constrains you and I to time.

“How has this come to be?” I have closed my eyes and began to write, and on the tablet in front of me are scribbles of some other nature. Perhaps my subconscious reaching out to captivate my senses, perhaps not. I give way to the impossible.

It’s Been A While…

Well folks, sorry that it’s been so long since I have posted anything, but, I’ve had a lot of changes happening around here, and I’ve been sort of busy. Well, here’s a life update for everyone, firstly, within the next few days, I will be officially out of the Marine Corps. Next, within the next couple of days, I’m flying down to Florida to get my daughter, I haven’t seen her in over two years (I’m really excited), and lastly, my friend Ian and I will be starting a youtube show soon enough, we have some plans ready and waiting.
As always, I thank you for reading my work, and hope you enjoy it enough to buy my book Poetically Advanced Perceptions Of Life from www.lulu.com, just search the name J. B. Cockrum.
Alright, I’ll post again soon, your friend with a pen, Jon…

Trapped

Envision yourself trapped, locked in a box
Under the ground, covered with dirt and rocks
Trapped in the casket, alive for a while
Tearing at the lip in front of you, before you die.

Buried alive, such misery
Buried beneath the earth six feet
Unable to breath other than cold, diminishing air
You let go of your life, you just do not care.

You feel yourself start to get somewhat drowsy
Like your tired, uncomfortable, you start to feel lousy
You say your final goodbyes to all left behind
You close you eyes, and step into the blind.

To All Of My Faithful Readers…

Hi everybody, just wanted to let you know that my first book, Poetically Advanced Perceptions Of Life, is available for purchase at lulu.com. Just go there, type in Jonathan Cockrum in the search bar, and you’ll find it. It’s a light read, but I’m ensuring you that you’ll enjoy it. Thank you, as always, your friend with a pen, Jon.

The Communist Liberal

So, today, as I was going through my pre-separation classes, as in, I am getting out of the U.S. Marine Corps, I was approached by another Marine. This other Marine is a Russian immigrant from Boston and New York City (imagine the accent).

Anyway, the Russian asked me if I was a Satanist. Naturally, I asked him why. Well, his response was exactly this, “Because you wear that stupid ring.” (To let you know, I wear a ring with a pentacle on it (A pentacle is a five-pointed star inside of a circle, representing the five elements))

Anyway, my response was this, “Well, yea, you uneducated retard, I’m a Wiccan, of course I wear a pentacle. And, may I ask, what makes it stupid? Could it be that you are so close-minded that you have no idea what you’re talking about? And, on that note, since you’re from Russia, I guess I can only assume you to be a Communist. Furthermore, being that you’re from Boston and New York City, you must be a Liberal. Hmmm, how odd to find a Communist Liberal, I didn’t even think that possible.”

Well, needless to say, after killing him with my word usage, I put out my cigarette and went back inside. He never said another word.

Now, I understand that since he is from Russia doesn’t automatically make him a Communist, but I figure, what goes around comes around.

Troubled

What’s this?
It is a troubled man,
Who shall not be named
A troubled man
Who’s lost in life’s game.
Millions of thoughts
Through his head, day and night
He’s so far away and alone
And can’t even conjure anything to write.
He stares through his window
And what does he see?
His life, depressing,
Dismal, and to the lowest degree.
Numerous faces,
Fleet through his mind
He misses some more than others
Some, he’ll miss for all time.

Daydreams

I looked into her eyes
She looked back into mine.
I kissed her soft, pink lips
And she returned my kiss.
I pulled her into a hug, a tight embrace
I felt her make a shudder as I caressed her face.
I felt waves of emotion come over me
As I realize how different my life could honestly be.
Daydreams.

I Love This Land

So, today, shortly after I went on leave, I saw this video. At first, it just played, then that same sensation, the chills, we’ll call them, ran up my back, just like what had happened the day I raised my right hand and went to Recruit Training.

As I watched this video, I honestly began to get angry because, anywhere I go, people are always talking about the war being about oil. IT’S NOT! Come on now, have we all forgotten what happened on September 11, 2001. If you have a problem with our Commander In Chief, well, you only need blame yourself, the American people elected him. He’s doing the best he can.

Hell, I’m so agitated right now, just enjoy the video.