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Let's celebrate jrd3820!

Let's celebrate jrd
For her wild ways
Trailblazing Artasms
Profound displays

Shy, a little
Pulls no punches
But pulls a post
No free lunches

For us cads and loafers
She has a soft spot
Turns a cheek
Bends a backward

A good little spiral
Of sound emotions
Healthy feelings
Productive devotions

Happy thoughts
Across the net waves
Surfing freely
Dodges breakers
Imagination paves

Worlds in cloudbanks
Cities sank
Attracts a multitude
of Believers

Not so sure
If she believes
Never short of a trick
Up her sleeve

She is a force
Keeps a going
Dips in and out
Keeps us from knowing

Keeps us guessing
What moves her soul
Where she ends up
No one knows

Is she happy?
She sure seems it
But no ones knows
Her truth she sheaths it

What is she missing?
That she wonders
World is seething
Emotion plunders

Girls and boys
Knocked asunder
Undertow
Pulls us under

Wonder, wonder
Keeps her going
The world is still
Colorful for her

A kaleidoscope
of possibilities
The sounds of heaven
You know she hears it

No one has yet
Killed her spirit

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YAY! I cheers jrd3820's username with my beer then took a swig. I got the computer screen a little wet from the bottle, but it was worth it!

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Michael Nystrom's picture

For Jen

because Jam sessions break out everywhere she goes. She can't help it.


http://youtu.be/uKgzSHSfcQQ

This is going on the playlist.

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You lose it
Just to find it
And as you walk right by it
You forget how you got there
And why you never meant to stay

And I won't watch you waste away
And I won't fake another day
And if one truth leads you to five
I still don't believe in your reasons why
I just don't believe in why

You love her
You need her
To feel is to believe her
You know it
You want it
You just can't believe you've got it

And I can't watch you waste away
And I won't beg you still to stay
And if one truth leads you to five
I still don't believe in your reasons why
I just don't believe in why
Just don't believe in why

I couldn't watch you walk away
And not forget it
I couldn't watch you turn to stone
And just regret a single day
Not a single day
Not a single day
Not a single day

If I lose you
Could you find me?
Or would you walk right by me?
The soul and the spirit
Each have got their own limit

And I can't waste another second
Living in hell like it's some kind of heaven
And if one truth leads to another
Then isn't there one I can uncover?
But there isn't one that I will not discover

It's the right time
It's my time
It's the right time
It's my time
It's my turn to discover

And I won't waste a single second
Living in hell as an idea of heaven
And if one truth leads you to five
I still don't believe in your reasons why

And if one truth leads to another
Isn't there one we can uncover?
But there isn't one that we cannot discover
It's the right time
It's our time
It's our turn to discover.

To be mean is never excusable, but there is some merit in knowing that one is; the most irreparable of vices is to do evil out of stupidity. - C.B.

I can poem too

Faction3 and jrd
sittin' in a tree...

Defend Liberty!

Ok, I will celebrate jrd. She

Ok, I am celebrating jrd! She seems like a swell girl.

:)

Michael Nystrom's picture

A paen of a post from a fellow member

You've broken new ground, my friend.

I've been packing, as you may or may not know.

Packing means sorting: What is worth keeping (and moving, 3,000 miles across the country, no less?)? Notes, old notes.

Thoughts that either come to naught,
Or half a page of scribbled rhyme.

Keep them, or chuck them? The notes are songs for a playlist for jrd. So funny that I should find a post here dedicated to her.

I wasn't satisfied with the playist I'd devised, so I set it aside. And then, I got buried.

And now, you know what? Funk it. Let's just say, "Funk it" and make the damn playlist. On the fly. I know the first song, but that is about it. Here comes the first song:


http://youtu.be/emFUtuotHL4

It is for the Daily Paul. It is for jrd. It is for me.

Bill you got talent. Maybe we should start a show called, "DP's Got Talent!"

You are a bona fide talent, Bill. You captured her! (He did, didn't he?!)

You're a mystery, like the rest of us here, jrd. But you're an interesting mystery.

The U2 song captures me at this moment. I'm plunging off into the unknown again. It seems to be something I do.

I'm not afraid of anything in this world

There's nothing you can throw at me that I haven't already heard.

After 46 revolutions around the sun, I feel like I've seen it all. I understand that is supreme arrogance on my part. When I hear what Samantha's father went through, during the Chinese civil war of 1949... We both feel so blessed, a million times over.

I'm just trying to find, a decent melody

(Fuck politics)

A song that I can sing, in my own company

(Tired of your songs)

I never thought you were a fool
But darling, look at you.
You've got to stand up straight.
Carry your own weight.
These tears ain't going nowhere, baby.

("Ron Paul is My President.")

You've got to get yourself together
You got stuck in a moment, and you can't get out of it.

(Stuck in the land of: RON PAUL! RON PAUL! RON PAUL! )

Don't say that later will be better
Now you're stuck in a moment, and you can't get out of it.

(Gotta get out of it. Gotta get on with life.)

I will not forsake the colors that you bring

(No! Never!)

The nights you filled with flowers they left you with nothing.

I A M S T I L L E N C H A N T E D , B Y T H E L I G H T Y O U B R O U G H T T O M E

Listen through my ears, though your eyes I can see.

Through your eyes I can see.

Do you understand that, jrd?

Do you understand that, bill3?

Do you understand that, DP?

To be mean is never excusable, but there is some merit in knowing that one is; the most irreparable of vices is to do evil out of stupidity. - C.B.

I hope I understand it

And I hope you know how much your praise means.

I love this place.

I'm sure there have been places like it, and maybe somewhere are. But none that I know of. There is plenty of fellowship and good vibes in the world, no doubt. But where do so many truth seekers come together and tell their truth, honestly, at odds with each other and often at peace, but really appreciating each other regardless, and sharing so much that goes far beyond anything just intellectual?

Pat yourself on the back for attracting such a thing, and think twice before letting it go, no matter who comes and goes. Treat it like a wonderful garden to cultivate like a master gardener, knowing when to let it grow, when to prune it, when to box it in, when to water, when to sow new seeds, when to knock down all fences, when to grab the shears again.

Be proud of your garden, and don't let anyone convince you it's not a great accomplishment, one that only a leader could bring to bear.

In this modern mess of self selection, sorting, insular bracketing, regional layering, subculture multiplying, social de-cohesion, you have a little literary salon and riotous political coffee house of the highest order, where people ponder everything from the mundane of uhhh revolutonary politicians to the deep questions of soul, meaning, final questions, boring truths, thrilling possibilities.

Sincerely,
Bill3

Michael Nystrom's picture

Thank you Bill

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To be mean is never excusable, but there is some merit in knowing that one is; the most irreparable of vices is to do evil out of stupidity. - C.B.
Cyril's picture

Woot! Woot! Woot! Woot! Woot! Woot! Woot!

Woot! Woot! Woot! Woot! Woot! Woot! Woot!

All I had to say. :)

"Cyril" pronounced "see real". I code stuff.

http://Laissez-Faire.Me/Liberty

"To study and not think is a waste. To think and not study is dangerous." -- Confucius

Poetry is the new battle field then is it? Here comes the Smudge

ok uh....roses are red, violets are stagnent
jrd came up in our drag net
oh crap boys what are we supposed to do?
the species is protected, think of somethign crew!
know how much trouble we can get
from bringing a jrd up in our net?
hide it, throw it over from whence it came
EPA catches us and we get the blame
and then it's fines and probably impoundment
our little biz just got grounded.
But perhaps more important what that would mean
is no more jrd's beneath the seas
and over the waters over this whole planet
there won't be no more jrd gards damnsit
so here's what us seamen are going to do
get hold of our britches along with this crew
grab hold of those traps and tighten the seams
batten down hatches, you know what I mean
and let's go catch tuna not jrds if you please

If there is just one then we have to share
until it comes down to bill3's underware
and then you boys can argue about that
TRADE EVERY FISH SMELLING ONE OF YOU FOR JRD

at the drop of a hat.

;)

There is nothing strange about having a bar of soap in your right pocket, it's just what's happening.

Michael Nystrom's picture

I like it 2

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To be mean is never excusable, but there is some merit in knowing that one is; the most irreparable of vices is to do evil out of stupidity. - C.B.

I like it

you kept with the maritime theme. Oh smudge, how I miss you.

jrd3820's picture

Alright Bill...

You caught me.

I do have a soft spot for you guys. I don’t always know why, but I certainly do.

Although you guys do piss me off sometimes, which is quite an accomplishment because I don’t anger easily. That is ok though, I’m sure I annoy and or frustrate some of you guys every now and then and in some cases probably more often than not.

Yes, it is very true and obvious that I have a soft spot for a lot of the people around here.

We should probably celebrate my Dad though, because he is the reason I am here on this site, otherwise, given my age, gender, socioeconomic status and other various demographics and statistics, I'd probably be a liberal, it is just what the probablity of things are. Most my friends are liberals. If he didn’t think the internet was a waste of time and used for tracking and data mining he would probably be here and might even fit in a little bit better.

Thank you for your lovely words. I will copy and paste this to a word doc and save it for when you are famous so I can say; hey, that guy wrote a poem about me once. It is very well written, quite flattering.

John Robb, don’t be jealous, I can’t help it if other guys write poems to and or about me. We are still each other’s ones that got away.

I remember your story about your dad.

He should get a poem too. Well, I don't know him, not that I know you. I'm flattered that you think I will be famous. With any luck, I'll be famous for never being famous, like all true writers.

I am impressed with myself that I can piss you off, I never seen an angry jrd. As demographic groups go, none of us are representative of our group, that's why we're here. We're special. Like jrd says, let's celebrate each other.

Smudge says different. Smudge says let's roast each other and clobber each other through the gauntlet of hazing and abuse. Smudge is the spiritual leader of Faction. Smudge's motto is not a chicken in every pot, but Taste the blade from Smudge pot.

I really wonder if there's any place in all the internet world like this place.

jrd3820's picture

You know what is interesting about that

You said you have never seen me angry. It's never over a certain topic or ideology. It's about how people here treat each other and people in the outside world sometimes. I have come to make some very close relationships here, some people I call friends, I don't agree with them on every topic, but when I see other ppl here call them names continually, that is when I start to get overwhelmed and angered at the crowd.

I know it wasn't a popular stance, but I liked Granger enough. I didn't mind when ppl debated her on her views, but when she was removed the granger is foating thread and some of the ppls replies did upset me. There have been other instances similar to that.

I think that angers me because we all always talk about how we are the minority, but if we want to see any changes, political or not, we have to get over ourselves a little bit and treat outsiders better, and each other better.

It also reminds me of the wild amount of irony I gather from the liberty crowd as a whole regarding individuality, and not just the DP. Supposedly it is something libertarians are supposed to champion; the individual. But that seems to only go as far as the individual how libertarians want them to be. If you don't think, act, look, speak, dress a certain way, libertarians tend to treat people pretty poorly. Individuality as long as it conforms with our views. Which can be kind of authoritative if ya think about it.

I watched that kind of stuff happen in YAL and then everyone would always wonder...'why can't we get more ppl interested in YAL and liberty?'

Ummm....because you guys elitists and kind of dictator-ish sometimes...is what I was always thinking.

Those are the things that anger me sometimes.

There are no topics that come up here that I feel strongly enough about to be angered over anyone's opinions on them.

Your essays, poems, and satire should be kept and cataloged outside of this place also. A lot of great writers aren't celebrated until after their time on earth has ended anyways, but your stuff should be easily accessible for someone if this place no longer exists.

Which brings me to my next comment. You said you wonder if there is another place in the world like the DP. I doubt it, but for anyone to find out would require us to go linger in the outside world. Can you even imagine going to other internet sites? I cringe at the very thought.

This thread though.... well like I said, it did remind me to celebrate the ppl here because as a group it is an amazingly eclectic and fun group.

Hypocrisy

That's just humans being humans. Libertarians may be a step up, but they're still human. It's like the early Christians who were engaged in faction and disputes over their supposed devotions to Christ, "going to law against each other" and forming status-conferring sub-groups within years of the crucifixion. It's scary, what we are as humans, and makes one question everything. As good as we can be, as high as we can reach in self sacrifice, in art, we are also dark... by our nature and essence. We are not redeemed.

It's funny, it's like we're devoted to our views provisionally or half-heartedly. We claim to believe it, but we don't believe it quite enough to live it, whatever the consequences, come what may.

It's like we have a secret doubt, and are hedging our bets. Sure, I believe in peace, I believe in non violence, I believe in forgiveness, I believe in turning the other cheek; but I'm not 100% sure on that, so I just believe it provisionally, and don't actually practice it. I don't practice it unto death, and not even unto inconvenience. I doubt, therefore I am. I doubt, therefore, I am still in my sins. And I am deep, deep in my sins.

jrd, as far as going to other sites, I also cringe. I landed here somehow, it was just a blog in my RSS. I commented on some other sites, but it wasn't a community. Far be it from me to add another identity onto my existing three, three is quite enough.

I sense something in your tone, a kind of fatigue with the internet. It brings us freedom, to be able to speak our hearts fully in anonymity, without the constraints of pledging our full selves to our words. We are liars, in a way, except for those who are all the way out there. The rest of us, liars, and we feel it. What good is the freedom from constraint if we don't get to be ourselves. It's really painful to have to be divided against oneself, to be more than one person. Even three. Pain pain pain, not free at all.

I long for the day I can be me, entire, without worrying that my heart will cost me my bread, or that my freedom and wholeness will force me to give up my indulgence in the pleasures of anonymity.

Well, celebrate with me that we are part of something that is partly true, even if somewhat unnatural and deformed. And forgive me for being me, in all my ugliness.

Seems like a good thing

to celebrate
cuz' she is really great

jrd3820's picture

lol your great has

I'm going to celebrate you.... Actually ya know what, I'm going to celebrate everyone.

egapele's picture

You're the best here for me, jrd

miss your music thread, such silliness as you are a girl and I am a married woman but here is a song that makes me think of you, Bread, "Diary", no youtube if you want it search for yourself

I found her diary underneath a tree.
And started reading about me
The words she's written took me by surpise
You'd never read them in her eyes.
They said that she had found the love she waited for.
Wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it.

When she confronted with the writing there,
Simply pretended not to care.
I passed it off as just in keeping with
Her total disconcerting air
And though she tried to hide
The love that she denied,
Wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it.

And as I go through my life, I will give to her my wife
All the sweet things that I can find.

I found her diary underneath a tree.
And started reading about me.
The words began stick and tears to flow.
Her meaning now was clear to see.
The love she'd waited for was someone else not me
Wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it.

And as I go through my life, I will wish for her his wife
All the sweet things that she can find
All the sweet things they can find