New project

Welcome and thanks for visiting my blog page. I need your help with a project. Please.


The model is that I create a facebook page, never actively ask someone to be my friend, hope that people will find me and ask to friend me. I'll join groups that represent a breadth of personality throughout the facebook community. I'd like to nudge all aspiring writers to be creative and make a submission of a story about any topic (please make submissions via johnnysocko@rock.com). Additionally, there will be a progressive writing aspect, I have a few separate chapters (of different books/ treatments that I've started) and I will select a number of writers, provide the copy to them and they will be responsible for writing what happens next or what happened before in the story. Beyond that only time will tell.

There is not a whole lot more that I can expound on but I will give it a go. Basically, I want to document how welcoming the facebook world is. Imagine walking in to fictional train station that served the whole world and every couple of hours you changed the message that was on your tee shirt. Some people are going to ask about it, some are going to comment about it, some are going to want to befriend you. Now imagine asking for some creative input from all of these people who were interested enough to establish some type of communication with you. Should be amazing right? Please participate and spread the word to all of your friends. Re-post, tweet and otherwise share this and any of my post to your friends, your followers,  your wall and your group walls.
Thanks, JS

This was written as a song in response to a song called "Blue Tattoo" and it is written from the perspective of the tattoo

In Her Defense (The tattoo replies)

Feeling the feeling you feel inside
Your heart is wide open and it’s where you hide
Impressions of me and what I could do
But the finger you’re pointing is pointing at you

The image you saw
When I bled into you
Was blurred by the same smoke
That made your red eyes too

Confined in glass
Waiting to be delivered
Pressure relieved & I never considered
Where I was going? How’d I be received?
The decision wasn’t mine. ..It wasn’t up to me!

Scripted in blue a perfect love lesson
The canvas wears the paint like a true confession
Fallen on deaf ears…Now a tortured destiny
A mirrored image in the mirror
Erased from memory

Wide eyes from a stolen glance
Wide eyes from a stolen glance
Wide eyes from a stolen glance
Is the only pleasure I give

Feeling the feelings you feel inside
Your heart is wide open and it’s where you hide
Impressions of me… What could I do?
Now you’re lost in your pages and I’m still here – faded and blue.

This was written after reading a poem I found at the link below called "A sliver of the moon" - check it out

http://www.thelovecolumn.com/

No Son No Moon

Self absorbed enveloped by the corona
Emaciated with a lacquer based aroma
The time to doze is the opposite
Of the dose I really need
Minutes are the composite
Of this empty life I lead

Writing’s always running
Hand in hand with THC
Observations crystallized
With each strike of a key

Hope looms in discounted fate
Readied for the payoff
While atrophying in the wait

Omission of digression
Is the mirror I’m in need of
No foray to interfere
But to see what I’m in fear of

Its funny how being jaded
Can make you so elated
Weaving words together
You‘ve verbally masturbated

No fight No fuck No hold No fear
No smoking on the roof
The tune you strain to hear
Is interwoven with truth

And the distant drum
That beats for you
Is all you really have
And the panting in the background
Is what keeps her alive.

jsko=johnnysocko