A Singer, A Sayer, A Jaw Harp Player

By Joshua C. Allen

I wrote the first entry in this work in May 2001, just before I graduated high school, and the last was written almost eight years later in the spring of 2009. This book ends right where my first book, Where the Honey Meets the Wildcat, begins.

There is love, enchantment, danger, altered states of consciousness, unconscious despair, stupendous awe and moments of awakening and blissful insight. This is a big part of my life story thus far expressed in poetry and prose and the recall of dreams.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Jul 17, 2016
• ISBN: 9781483576404

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Copyright © 2016 Joshua C. Allen

Cover Photograph by Derek Carpenter

For more of Joshua C. Allen's poetry and music:

www.facebook.com/theJPower

www.youtube.com/user/joshuacallentown

Also, he would astoundingly appreciate your participation in The Harmony Event, a uniting of humanity to sing at the exact same time everywhere on Earth.

Details here:

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EISBN: 978-1-483576-40-4

To

Anthony Edward McFall

Table of Contents

Introduction

A Singer, a Sayer, a Jaw Harp Player

Introduction

A Fibber, a Scribbler, a Sunshine Nibbler

About the Author

Introduction

I wrote the first entry in this work in May 2001, just before I graduated high school, and the last was written almost eight years later in the spring of 2009. This book ends right where my first book, Where the Honey Meets the Wildcat, begins.

Singer is a collection I had every intention of printing or publishing a long, long time ago. The original work was much more dense and did not span as great a time. What I present here is the strongest material from the original Singer and what was to be a second work entitled A Fibber, a Scribbler, a Sunshine Nibbler.

There is love, enchantment, danger, altered states of consciousness, unconscious despair, stupendous awe and moments of awakening and blissful insight. This is a big part of my life story thus far expressed in poetry and prose and the recall of dreams.

I owe it to my younger self, the deep but unfocused dreamer, to put this work into the world. I never could quite overcome my distractions, even at my best. At my worst, I welcomed them. I have been in the darkest places but even there I never lost faith in the potential of this existence. I am much older now but the expressions in these pages continue to inspire me. I hope they inspire you. I hope they cause to believe in life as profoundly as I always have and to see the magic that is very real.

My New Year's resolutions from when I was 9 years old. I had a joyful childhood, so for the life of me I cannot recall what the motivation was for numbers 2 and 8, except possibly a flair for the dramatic. It has always served as a point of amusement for my family, friends and I so I thought it a good idea to include it. Keep that fear and misery in check, my friends! Haha.

5/16/01

We are children of time

Untamed spirits

Breathing in a better life

Connected by a warm embrace

We feed off each other

Dancing hand in hand

We bear the fruits of our emotions

Endlessly our souls awaken

We live and laugh forever

6/15/01

It’s raining

It’s pouring

The old man is snoring

So, I stole his Winstons

6/19/01

I mustn’t waste time.

I’m going to make new

discoveries of the mind.

And I’m going to do it

in my pajamas.

8/9/01

We will smoke and toke

and die ass broke

while we walk into the sun.

But be quicker and thicker

and higher and wiser

than when we first begun.

8/21/01

It’s deliciously peaceful outside right now.

Warm sun and cool breeze.

I’ve got my pen.

I’ve got my tea.

My dog is laying in the grass.

Sniffing the air and not her ass.

Everybody wants to be the Cadbury Bunny.

9/1/01

A beautiful day. Today.

Big puffy clouds in the Big Blue sky.

Today is not a day I wish to die.

Tired of being inside where nothing matters.

On the inside my dog is sleeping.

On the outside