NYC Geeks’ Podcast #6

Joaquin Capehart (aka JaeCee The Poet) came in to talk about love lost, love gained, and love lost again. He also discusses his old books “Thoughts of a Spoken Poet” http://a.co/cTmy34Q , “Poems for Her” http://a.co/4LgJma8 , and his new to-be book “What if I Said…”.

To watch the video version go here: https://youtu.be/M9p0bEAJqxs

NYC Geeks’ Podcast #5

This episode starts out with Jon, performing his poem “Semi-Autobiographic-Commentary”, for Poetry In The Park  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCDmwUVFAphHwpfoeeqNqg3Q/featured . Then Dom and Jon discuss the poem and touch on topics such as causality, Destiny, and Schrodinger’s Cat.

Jon’s book “Let’s Go For a Walk” can be purchased here http://a.co/38IA9QN

You can find the Video version of the Podcast on YouTube here https://youtu.be/tuXiKIKagV8 .

NYC Geeks’ Podcast #4

Axel Nunez joins us to discuss one of Jon’s poems “A Saturday Night”. Laughter, Philosophy, and Poetry ensue!

Jon’s book “Let’s Go For a Walk” can be purchased here http://a.co/38IA9QN

You can find the Video version of the Podcast on YouTube here https://youtu.be/i4CtnstKmvs .

The Only Thing That Makes Sense

Audio Version:

I feel completely awkward and uncomfortable. I am trying to invent a new language for myself; A new way to unlock the strangeness. How does the world make sense? Does the world make sense? The Universe is chaos. Humans are logical. Therefore, humans can only view the Universe as logical. I’ve met some that don’t though. I, myself, do not see the Universe as logical. So maybe I’m just talking myself up here. Continue reading “The Only Thing That Makes Sense”

The Lonely Only (note: grammatical incorrections are purposeful)

Sitting in a bathroom on a closed-lidded toilet
listening to music, and singing along,
because it’s the only place (or at least the best place)
in my New York City apartment
that I feel that people are least likely to hear me singing.
Sometimes I need to sing.
Sometimes I need to sing sad songs about questioning identity, Continue reading “The Lonely Only (note: grammatical incorrections are purposeful)”

10/29/17

Restlessly monitoring my self-indulgent terror.

Sitting and thinking, tired of the idea of “thinking too much”.

What is that instinct that tells me that some kind or form of

destiny is pulling me somewhere?

Why do I feel it so strongly

and then to find that nothing happened.

I’m tired of myself.

Tired of the confusing contradictions.

Tired of the same patterns. Continue reading “10/29/17”