It’s hard for me to believe the site lasted about ten years ( very long in internet time ), but it’s time for me to throw it in the dusty closet with the faded shag carpet and bell-bottom jeans, and well… move on.

You may notice that a bunch of old posts have disappeared here on Thought Knots as well.  I’m basically just spring cleaning right now.  I’ll gradually re-post them, but my aim is to make this site a bit more focused now.

R.I.P. JojoZone
1999 – 2009

Learning our right from wrong,
growing to be strong.

Just a poor ole’ boy from the neighborhood.
Thinking that he could get away for good.

And then she came in Spring, an angel without wings.
giving my heart a ring, and a song to sing.

She was more than just a friend, we walked hand in hand
And soon the magic began. It was all unplanned.

But in 1988, I thought it was fate.
Your first may be the worst, but still it’s great.
Acting like a clown, goofing all around.
Floating above ground, I’m on the town
( I’m on the town )

But then on New Year’s Eve, she told me she had to leave.
And I could not believe I was so naive.

And like a skipping stone the years bounced on.
Although I felt alone, I still held on.

Drifting with no aim, wondering if I was to blame.
It drove me all insane, that endless game.

Somehow we all grew old, while searching for gold.
And if there’s a lesson told, what do I know?

She was more than just a friend, threw innocence into the wind,
And now this is the end, of a thing called love.
(A thing called love.)

Walking through the park, I hear the dogs bark.
Hurry home before dark, so dinner can start.
The constellations fade, if you hestitate.
In 1988, we stayed up late.

When you’re sailing silent, under faded skies of violet,
Without a torch to light the path you need.
Sometimes you just wander, into that deep blue yonder
Holding on and shouting out with glee.

I’m alive, and staying on.
There’s a world here I haven’t known.

For soon my ship had struck the shore,
I was dragged into an old bookstore
drifting through the aisles of ancient  lore.
I was flipping through the pages, scribbled on by the sages,
Telling me twelve stages I cannot ignore.

Gazing at the faces of the patrons in their spaces
Missing warm embraces long ago.
They were caught in frustration, making conversation,
throwing in quotations from  Thor-eau

And by my own admission, I was a stage magician,
faking premonitions of my  own
Now all the cards turn over, it’s the middle of October
And now I am as sober as a stone.

To all of those inventions, from far away dimensions
Calling my attention from  before.
I must be out much farther in the dark icy water, cause I sure don’t hear you calling anymore.

I’m alive, and doing well.
I’m awake from that charming spell.

How the night time shivers, for lovers and their whispers
There’s an endless flowing river, I explore
The winter storm is biting, but there’s nothing more exciting
than the thunder and the lightning at my oar

I’m alive, and sailing on.
I’m departing this flesh and bone.

I used to believe that wisdom could be found in books, perhaps somewhere between Plato and Thoreau, and a big fat yellow hilighter splashed through the right words could imprint upon me their lofty lessons.

But the only truth I’ve discovered thus far is that the world is much more complex than I long imagined. So, rather than deify those antiquated texts, searching for some alleged treasure, I toss down that dusty map and rusted compass. Instead, I aim to embrace the experience of now, leaving the province of ancient history where it rightfully belongs. Though tempting it is to wander into the study chamber from time to time, I’ll do my best not to catalog the transpiring wilderness. The goal is to enjoy the moment as it approaches, so that no left-over morsel remains for nostalgia.

“This is my reconstruction, there is no battlefront.
All the edges of their weapons…have become blunt.
Visions of a summer sweating.
Little boy, where are you heading?
You’re not lost. You’re not lost at all.”

From the Big Bang to when the shock came so near,
we had lost all that had cost us so dear

Tell my mother I’m just another foolish boy
and my father, don’t even bother, he’s overjoyed
to send his only son straight into war
where men are killing men and nothing more

I’m a soldier but not much older than a kid
They have thrown me into a conflict I cannot rid
I’ll stare into the night until I’m blind
and hope for the madness to unwind

Politicians (you’re) just morticians without a goal
Your eyes are twinkling, but there’s no inkling of a soul
And the freedom that’s a-bleedin’ from your pride
is the freedom that we’re leaving all behind

Raise your glasses to the masses in their grave
that evolution’s revolution could not save

In the twilight of the starlight, a new attack
Push the button, until there’s nothing but a flag

I am holding onto letters from my love
as the bomb fragments shatter up above
Into another world i soon fade
To join the many others where they’re laid

Fourteen billion years, and we’re here
but nowhere in particular we are near

But I’m running in circles, while chasing the stars
I’m a-searchin’ for Venus but im stuck here on Mars

Seven years in the desert, seven years on my own,
Now I’m in California, I guess this is my brand new home

Gonna have to take my chances, leave behind old romances
I’m turning off the night and turning on the light

Shooting down the enemies, zapping them with my laser ray My
O my, o how time flies, life is but a three-act play

I will see the future,just as fast as it comes.
And not be fooled by delusion, not be under its thumbs
But I’m running in circles while chasing the stars
I’m a-searchin’ for Venus but I’m stuck here on Mars,
but I’m stuck here on Mars

This is a short instrumental piece I wrote as a homage to New Wave.

Hope you enjoy,

Joey

Into the spiral I had fallen so deeply
Couldn’t see tomorrow for yesterday had swallowed me
Yes I’ll get through, it’s only my point of view

That’s okay I can make it go away
It’s okay…I just need to find the way

Pictures and thoughts of you parade my mind
Dreaming that I’ll meet you if I waste some time

Clouds of silver will not weigh me down…

That’s okay I can still turn away…
It’s okay…cuz I do not have to stay…

Rabbit holes… and quandaries..greek letters in the mist
Divine algorithms of what might not exist
Shadows flicker on the wall, but no one sees the flame
yet they feel the heat of it all, driving them insane

That’s alright, for they know not what they do
That’s okay cuz I still have a sight on you.

More fun with Fruity Loops

Sedated city, Austin calling
Calling out my brand new name
Far away in the distance,
but close enough to feel her flame

I’m driving down just to see you
Driving through the rain and heat
Mary Ann you’re just a memory
Fading fast, incomplete

So there i stood at the entrance
You opened the door and reeled me in
Comparing photographs of childhood
We shared a secret world within

Can you hear these words, the words that im not saying
I get lost in these games that we’re playing
And it would be nice to know if you’re staying

Once we danced in Dallas Alley
Found the moon beneath our feet
You wrapped your arms around my shoulder
in a gesture of retreat

Circumstance kept you childless
and longing for another man
Wrap your arms around my shoulder
and someday soon youll understand

And later on at the movie
we’re waiting in line for a better view
You reached over to tug the tag from
the brand new shirt i wore for you

Laughing it off, your face all aglow
Like the neon light, branding the night ever slow
Caught in a moment i did not wish to leave
Feeling your energy on this midsummer’s eve

(chorus)

but now you’re just like a stranger
i wonder if we even met
i used to be afraid of danger
but now it’s nothing but regret

we used to write each other novels
but now we dont even speak
im driving down just to see you
driving down an empty street