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Archive for January, 2015

Can’t Stop the Sunset

Posted on: January 25th, 2015 by Jeff Thompson No Comments

The shadows of the evening take the house,

Dissolving colors in a broth of light.

The naked windows stand without a blouse,

In starkness more complex than black and white.

A window’s both a portal and a mirror,

Reflecting first, then letting eyebeams through.

It pushes you away, then draws you nearer,

Then night moves in and steals most of the view.

As shadows fall across my heart tonight, dear.

And, yes, my windows grow more black and cold–

Your own reflection may grow dim and less clear,

And my designs less vibrant to behold.

I will not, no I cannot stop the sun

From setting once the evening has begun.

#soulonola color duel

When the Blues Goes on Vacation #soulonola

Posted on: January 21st, 2015 by Jeff Thompson No Comments


A new song I’ve been working on, called “When The Blues Goes on Vacation.” ‪#‎soulonola‬

Here are the lyrics:

Don’t you know

Well, it just goes to show

Even in fantasy, it’s hard to see

How there could be,

a better situation for me

When the blues goes on vacation

When your lover wears a party dress

To bed
Sheds all that she wears

and all that’s been said

And she says “is it too bright in here?”

And “shall I light a candle, dear?”

Don’t you know

Well, it just goes to show

Even in fantasy, it’s hard to see

How there could be,

a better situation for me

When the blues goes on vacation

When the night gets so sweet

And, girl, I know you complete

Fill me up past saturation

And that old world outside

Seems like a carnival ride

When I pair it with this sensation, you see

Then the blues goes on vacation

©2015 Jeff Thompson Music

St. James’ Infirmary #soulonola

Posted on: January 19th, 2015 by Jeff Thompson No Comments

Three “Me”s

Posted on: January 19th, 2015 by Jeff Thompson No Comments

There are at least three “me”s,

And they each do as they please,

Taking turns making decisions for the whole.

One is worried sick,

One is calm and slick,

One addicted to appearance of control.

But they rarely meet.

Usually two are fast asleep,

While the third takes the steering wheel a while.

That this triumvirate

Hasn’t killed me as of yet

Is enough to make you scream

(Or maybe smile)

#soulonola three mes

(photo by Casey McMurray)

#soulonola

Maybe the Moon #soulonola

Posted on: January 16th, 2015 by Jeff Thompson No Comments

These streets are so familiar and so odd.

But then again, everything is, I guess.

Why talk about the afterlife? Or God?

When, in all honesty, I must confess:

I really haven’t got the slightest clue

What any of this is, or who I am.

What is a blue bottle? Or even…blue?

And from this basis, who am I to plan?

Or feelings in my body, what are those?

So commonplace, I barely know they’re there.

Or sounds, or sights, or smells? What is a nose?

Or fingernails, or skin, or eyes, or hair?

Even this sidewalk, which I know so well

May be the moon, as far as I can tell.

#soulonola Blue Bottles

Rainy Day, Dream Away #SOULoNOLA

Posted on: January 15th, 2015 by Jeff Thompson No Comments

The morning grey, the rooves all slick with rain,

The gutters improvising fountain sounds,

The church-bell chiming time, and once again:

The smell of chicory and coffee grounds.

The people here wake to the fantasy

Of pastel houses, brass bands, booze, and food,

And ever present, recent memory

Of drowning, while the world watched on the news.

Another rainy day in New Orleans—

The city always almost washed away

By river, rain, and ocean, and by dreams

Too many times deferred, ignored, delayed.

For better or for worse, these people stay,

And store up soul to meet these rainy days.

#soulonola rainy day, dream away
©2015 Jeff Thompson Music #SOULoNOLA

My Home Beyond

Posted on: January 14th, 2015 by Jeff Thompson No Comments

My home beyond the home where I was born

Is not a place to which I can return.

My shoes, from trying, though, are old and worn

From roads I’ve walked, and bridges long since burned.

When I look down, it gives me vertigo

To survey all the distances I’ve climbed,

Believing there’s somewhere I’ve got to go—

Some place other than here, some other time.

The paradox is that this home I seek

Is everywhere I go (nowhere at all).

Its silence is beneath each word I speak,

Its vastness dwarfs my most imposing walls.

In moments when I cease to long and strive,

My home is here, I finally arrive.

shoes in tree #Soulonola

Haiku, I like you #SOULoNOLA

Posted on: January 8th, 2015 by Jeff Thompson No Comments

And thus it begins.

Strings of beads hanging

In expectant yards.

 #SOULoNOLA

Low Coo #SOULoNOLA

Posted on: January 6th, 2015 by Jeff Thompson No Comments

The sound of my name

In a strange place where no one

Knows my name at all

#SOULoNOLA

I Wake To Sleep… #SOULoNOLA

Posted on: January 4th, 2015 by Jeff Thompson No Comments
In the groggy early morning fog


In the groggy early morning fog

…And take my waking slow.

From the gates of dream’s magic kingdom into the

Other dream.

The dream of memory.

The dream of fantasy.

The dream of history.

#SOULoNOLA St Louis 1

#SOULoNOLA Taking Off 1

Higher

and Higher

#SOULoNOLA Taking Off 2

Like some snake-necked bird taking flight over a marsh

With harsh and exciting contact

Beating the air like a hose beats the sidewalk

#SOULoNOLA Goose

#SOULoNOLA

The night is washed away

Fluid and chaotic and all unintentional

All at once

But precise in its way

Impressions of this city

Sucked into the eyes like air

Into the lungs

Like smoke

Like the words your parents said

Before you knew what they meant,

Messages mixed up always

With their opposite.

#SOULoNOLA St Louis 3

#SOULoNOLA

#SOULoNOLA

Made easier by the shared, endearing madnesses

Of friends

Like a glimpse of the boat

That might deliver you

Finally, into the most restful

And enduring of visions.

(This photo by Casey McMurray)

(This photo by Casey McMurray)

To sleep, perchance to dream.

For in that sleep of life what dreams may come

When we have uncoiled within our own mortality

Must give us pause.

#SOULoNOLA