Poetry


Government and Music and Poetry and Politics and Social Issues12 Jan 2020 07:34 pm

The Discontented Rule the World 8/31/13

A contented man seldom worries

A contented man does not hate

A contented woman needs no ambition

A contented woman is able to wait

The Discontented Rule the World

The contented man savors conversation

The contented man enjoys the day

The contented woman is open to pleasure

The contented woman finds joy in play

The discontented rule the world

The discontented abuse the world

The discontented cause us pain

The discontented mock the sane

My contentment nestled in delight

My contentment welling up inside

My contentment whispered in my sigh

My contentment permeates my life

The discontented are always plotting

contesting, battling and forever defeating

The discontented are not to be trusted

they’ll never own enough even when you’re busted

The discontented rule the world

The discontented abuse the world

The contented have no urge to rule

This song depicts the radical difference between those who are contented from those who are discontented. Those who are content find enjoyment in time alone as well as time spent with others. The contented feel good in their own skin and find pleasure in both arduous activity and leisurely play. The contented appreciate the gifts and talents of others and derive satisfaction from engaging in the hobbies and interests which infuse their lives with meaning.

The discontented never feel whole or complete. Their constant dissatisfaction fosters a need to control and alter their environment as well as control and micromanage everyone with whom they come into contact. No matter how much they have or accumulate, the discontented are never sated or satisfied. They are threatened by anyone else’s joys and accomplishments and spend the bulk of their existence battling, defeating, and taking from others whatever they can.

When making the sale, getting the vote, or winning is paramount, then the end justifies the means. Lying, cheating, exaggerating become the norm. Look at our national politicians, it is just lie after lie. How does the atmosphere of dishonesty and never ending acquisition not create discontentedness? How would contentedness not put one at a disadvantage when ruthless self-serving greed and avarice is the very means and measure of success in our culture?

Our consumer based economy encourages a perpetual state of discontentedness, a constant state of wanting more. This fosters a kind of ambition in which acquisition and getting the largest piece of the pie becomes an urgent and endless process. This obsessive form of ambition uses all resources, defeats all opponents, and respects no boundaries.

We are taught that little lies and exaggerations are just a necessary and expected element of successful commerce and human relationships. We are all expected to market ourselves by highlighting our strengths and minimizing our weaknesses through spin and omission.

We use make-up, fashion, social media, and pop culture as ways to assist us in making the best impression and seducing our target audience by often suppressing, masking, or denying what we feel is our true nature.

A contented person is able to share the bounty of the planet and not feel a need to go to war to acquire more land, resources, or to own and dominate everything and everyone.

Despite the constant (24/7) bombardment of the capitalistic/imperialistic message to ruthlessly acquire all one can to maximize one’s wealth and success, the vast majority of people give in to their humane nature thereby putting a ceiling on their financial ambitions. At some point one’s desires to be good, kind, and have authentic connection with others limits their avarice and thirst for power, allowing them to find a relatively acceptable spot in the great hierarchy of success, wealth, and power.

The very last line of the song, “the contented have no urge to rule”, is of the utmost importance. Contented people do not have the desire to control, or the thirst for power and ambition which is the forte of the discontented.

Our modern PR and propaganda narratives try to convince us that it is built into human nature to be self-serving, greedy, ambitious, and competitive. While that may be true, it is also true that we are social beings who like to love and be loved, to be good, and to do good things.

The fight for survival does exist and all life needs to kill and consume food in order to attain life sustaining energy. Yet, we also live on a flourishing and abundant planet teeming with life. Organic life has learned how to survive in a way that also supports and maintains plenitude.

Our modern narratives acknowledge and overemphasize the fight for survival and generally ignore the other reality of life on planet earth. The unquenchable thirst for constant expansion and endless domination is not natural or beneficial. It is a misleading and very detrimental perspective and leads to the kind of rampant discontentedness which, if played fully out, results in catastrophic destruction of organic life and the human spirit.

Contentedness leads towards coexistence, teamwork, and intimacy while a constant state of discontent goes towards dominance and an exhaustion of all resources. A generally contended person is neither impractical or a utopian ideal.

While our society foments discontentment, it does not mean that this is the case for all functional human societies. Just as humans have adapted to nature throughout the eons, so too have they adapted to the general tenets and goals of the communities and societies in which they live.

Whenever the vision of a more equitable and egalitarian society is put forth, the purveyors of greed and discontentedness state that people always want more and that ambition and competition are essential elements of human nature.

Again the defenders and apologists of our explosive capitalistic society are gifted at half-truths, deception, exaggeration, and perceptual management. While it is difficult to argue against the soundness of the observation that ambition and competition are pretty essential to our nature, the conclusions and spin that the narrative contain is quite dubious.

Throughout history there have been many tribes, communities, and societies that have had a different definition of success than ours. A society whose dominant values and goals centered around qualities and traits such as honor, generosity, sacrifice, truth, and friendliness would define success according to those values.

As an example, an ambitious person in a society that defines success in terms of being the most honorable or generous is not likely to hoard, deceive, or exploit people. A person acting in such self-serving fashion would be shunned and vilified and treated as a criminal. Rather than being supported, rewarded, and praised they would be treated as toxic and dangerous.

The desire to win at all costs is often central to our goal of financial and social success in a discontented capitalistic society. When winning and domination is the sole measure of success, then cheating, deceiving, and destroying one’s competitors becomes both necessary and laudable.

While our exploitive and dominating culture often equates competition with the dog-eat-dog reality of the fight for survival, competition can often be a vehicle to hone and improve our skills and the skills and abilities of others.

An example from my childhood should help illustrate this point. I have always loved sports and found great enjoyment in playing and competing. I enjoyed competing against myself through identifying personal bests as well as performing well against others.

My greatest love was basketball and my best childhood friend and I would spend much of the fall and winter playing one-on-one games to one hundred points. We both benefitted greatly from the competition and took pride in the growth of both of our games throughout the years.

We used each other to become better players and would often give each other tips on how better to guard one of our pet moves or how to improve the mechanics of each other’s game (dribbling, rebounding position, shot form, etc.). It seems even at a very early age we realized that improvements in our overall skills was greatly dependent on the level of competition.

When playing with others we tried to remain steadfast in our intention to have our competition continue to improve, thereby, challenging us to become better and maximize our abilities. While I have many fond memories of the joys of healthy competition with him and many others I have competed with against throughout the years, I also have had numerous encounters with people whose need to win at all costs stifled the amount of joy I gleaned through the competition.

Before closing I’d like to tend to one more misperception of contentedness that often gets a lot of air time in our culture, that a contented person lacks motivation and contributes nothing to society. In theory, it is logical to assume that contented people could lack initiative. Yet in practice, isolated inactive people are usually depressed not content.

We are wired to be social animals and content people are usually highly engaged and are drawn towards pleasure and intimacy. A toddler when feeling comfortable and at ease spends the bulk of his time exploring, developing basic motor and perceptual skills, and feeling connected with their environment.

Contentedness does not lead to inertia, but to finding joy and pleasure in what we do, think, and say. A generally content person finds joy in being alive and doing things. The major difference is that the discontented person, seldom, if ever gets satiated and satisfied finding no endpoint in their need to acquire, control, and perpetually consume. The discontented have little or no concern for the long term health and quality of life for others and the planet.

In sum, we live in society where owners and producers exaggerate, deceive, and seduce consumers into purchasing products (most of which are not necessary) in order to maximize profits. The entire system is based on the fostering and maintenance of a generalized sense of discontent for both the general consumer as well as the financial elite.

We also live on a lush and abundant planet teeming with life which belies the message of scarcity that lies at the base of our need to hoard. If the fight for survival were the superior truth, then life on the planet would never have become so abundant and the population of humans would never have gotten into the millions, let alone the billions.

The above paragraph demonstrates that both nature and human nature are inherently plentiful and we should not let our society brainwash us into believing otherwise. The discontented rule the world, but only because our society’s values are currently skewed that way.

Music and Philosophy and Poetry and Psychology28 Nov 2018 07:02 pm
The following is from the liner notes of a yet to be released album of mine, entitled Visceral Vicissitudes.

Visceral Vicissitudes relates to all the myriad of changes that occur deep in our core and in the flesh. The lyrics of the songs focus and dwell on the beauty, wonder and challenges of sentience and the interplay of consciousness and the body.

Modern man has frequently emphasized the ego and self-consciousness at the expense of appreciating and valuing our sensorial visceral world of sentience. This often results in our being conscious of consciousness rather than being aware and savoring our sensorial and visceral experience.

Often we are conscious OF or ABOUT things such as beauty, logic, love, truth, values, belief and happiness, than engage in the actual sensorial visceral fullness of our experience. We often think about experience, instead of actually and fully participating and savoing visceral experience.

Many often aspire to get beyond the physical to the spiritual or transcendental essence, and purposefully strive to live pure consciousness. Through “elevated” states of consciousness one hopes to witness their own body and experiences from a transcendental plane, and strive to become pure mind or spirit.

When we place our attention on Visceral Vicissitudes we experience ourselves as being intertwined and interlaced with life and not so much as a separate or detached consciousness. Our sensorial sentient body experiences itself as more OF the world, rather than IN a world.

Visceral experience complemented by self-conscious awareness is rich, deep, satiating, and intimate. Consciousness of the visceral is grounded and has substance, and is often poignant and full of emotional significance.

The call for Visceral Vicissitudes is a call to our humanity, to our nature and to our actual presence and intimate interconnection with all of organic life. A visceral connection with oneself and organic life makes the very possibility of war, torture, slavery or abuse intolerable. The justification for war, slavery, abuse, etc. is based on abstract concepts such as Truth, good and evil, justice and belief and not on a visceral experience of the integrity of organic life.

On a visceral level we gravitate towards pleasure and avoid pain, and we gravitate towards and are absorbed with life and not on ideals and abstractions. When our experience is viscerally based, we have skin in the game, and we put the human back into our humanity.

Jim Guido

Music and Philosophy and Poetry and Politics and Psychology and Social Issues13 Aug 2017 07:38 pm

For those of you new to the site, or who haven’t visited in awhile I invite you to fully explore GuidoWorld and all it has to offer. If you click on to the Words tab at the far top right you will currently see four of my novels along with two of my nonfiction books.

I have recently updated the page so that the entire books are posted rather than just some selected chapters. Within the next year I plan on posting two or three more of my books, so by the time you finish reading the current menu of my works more should be available.

A couple tabs to the left of Words you will find the Music tab. There you will find the growing library of my albums. The music contained on the albums spans from the early 80’s all the way up to the present. Similar to the book menu, the posted music library will continue to grow and be of a higher quality throughout the year. Of the 19 albums currently listed 14 of them have been remixed and remastered and will show themselves as part of Bandcamp.

The remaining five plus an additional five more albums are in the process of being updated and remixed. My son, who is a far better recording technician than myself will be in charge of the new revised mixes. Since I have a huge backlog of songs and I still write and record between 8 and 12 songs a year, new albums will be appearing in the foreseeable future.

The podcast button is new and is rather sparse at this point. Within the next year or so I plan on beginning to record a number of podcasts that discuss my books and music, as well as all discuss and expand upon all of the social, political and psychological topics that you have covered in my posts over the last decade.

Those who have been faithful readers to this site know how much I am enthralled with life, and how much I relish the opportunity to share and to grow. Thanks for taking the time to read, listen to and ponder all that I have produced and posted over the years.
Enjoy!

United in Compassion,

Jim

Government and Music and Philosophy and Poetry and Politics and Social Issues03 Aug 2014 10:54 am

The following is the lyrics and reverie for Deus Ex Machina a song of mine which will be released as a track on the album I’m Just Saying later this week.

Deus Ex Machina

Deus ex Machina is literally “the god machine”. In ancient Greek tragedies it was a device used at the end of the play to save the day through divine intervention to extricate the lead characters from sure and utter ruin.

In this song a strong proud woman is counseled to remain patient despite the fact that the speed of life is seemingly careening out of control. The counsel of her contemporaries seem to suggest that she should take solace in her beliefs and that soon her prayers will be answered by a last minute appearance of the god machine. We moderns are likewise being asked to trust that through our faith in religion, spirituality, technology or science will be plucked out of the immanent disaster our current path seems to be on.

In the late 60’s Buckminster Fuller published a book entitled Operating Manual for Spaceship Earth. The book focused on how the earth is essentially a huge spaceship with a limited amount of resources which cannot be resupplied. All of the life on this self-contained ship traveling through space is fragile and mutually dependent on each other for its continued survival.

Our blatant over use of finite resources such as oil, and our continual polluting of our air and water since his book was released bear comparison to the way the characters in the old greek plays ignored the prophesies of the savants in the tragedies. Our foolhardiness becomes even more obvious when we take the analogy between the earth and a giant space ship a little further.

Imagine the fate of the Star Ship Enterprise or some other city sized spaceship, if they allowed their water and air supply to be polluted and toxic. In addition, imagine the repercussions if they routinely had battles between different sectors of the ship in which passengers were killed and their living environment (hardware) were destroyed. How long would the voyage last?

The interdependence of organic and sentient life is a functional and practical reality, while our concepts of nation, political ideology, belief and judgment are relatively arbitrary. Without trees we could not breathe, nor could our bodies function and survive without germs and bacteria. The kill of be killed philosophy which dominates our modern world view is misguided and untenable. Strategies of how to coexist should not be relegated to the realm of utopia or idealism, for they are essential to our continual survival.

Words of hope, promise, and national or ethnic superiority pale in comparison to the importance of actions which increase the quality of life for all the inhabitants of space ship earth. The earth is a lush and vibrant planet due more to the ability of organic life to cooperate, adapt, harmonize and thrive than for its ability for individual organisms to defeat and destroy other organisms. While each individual organism must eat or perish, they also depend on the overall health and expansion of all life on the planet for their continued existence.

People turn a blind eye to the atrocities done in their name, or even defend, justify and support the actions of governments which are destroying people and nature. We are endangered by nuclear warheads and accidents, the degradation and increased toxicity of our water and air, the destruction of arable land and the overuse of non replenish-able resources. The earths growing population and advances in technology have created the opportunity for us to have killed and caused more human suffering than any previous empire on earth. We have killed millions upon millions of innocents under the ironic and absurd pretext of giving people their freedom.

So should we be like the ancient Greeks and still pin our hopes on divine intervention or the eleventh hour appearance of a god machine?

The earth has successfully dealt with every crisis it has faced. Despite the fact that life has always been fragile and survival has always been a reality, life on our planet has not only persisted but flourished. The earth is the only blue/green planet that our science has been able to find, so our planet had to do something right in order to create and support organic life. All we have to do is tap into and continue the tradition of our flourishing planet.

Deus Ex Machina

Deluge of broken comedies, the joker licks the steam
Laura struggles to make it better puts her pride in relief
The treadmill keeps moving faster all is on the increase
Before you slip into the chasm enter the god machine

Keep your toes on the line don’t trip on that line, trip on that line
Your hopes are in the future, so they tell you, so they tell you
So they tell you, so they sell you all will be improve a little later
Running cold, running bold, running blind, can you set the pace?

Lunge onward in darkness blindfolded by the mask of innocence
Walk softly pretty lady have faith in the guiding hand
Take a sleep on stony ground, not much you can do with this land
Listen safe to the deep voice that tells you what lies below

It’s cold, so cold and shady but a few yards yonder lies a brook
You can rest there for awhile, rest there lover
All looks so bleak, the edge of defeat, have faith in some alien god machine
Kiss the treasure the golden dream for here comes the god machine

Adorable god of fortune is late upon the scene
Make me shiver in wonder of your awesome majesty
Pluck us from the danger, the climactic deed
If you’re made of plaster what awaits sweet destiny?

Golden idol of reason celestial or divine
Save us at eleven before our last midnight
All looks so bleak, the edge of defeat, have faith in some alien god machine
Kiss the treasure the golden dream for here comes the god machine
Deus ex machina
Enter the god machine
Deus ex machina

Art and Music and Poetry16 Jan 2014 06:47 pm

This is a copy of the release announcement for my new album.

Hey,

This email is to announce the fourth album of mine to be released on Bandcamp.com. The album is entitled Opportunity Lost, and joins Flesh of Life, Life in the Shadows, and Edge of Eden on the site. To access all four albums click on or type in  http://guido2.bandcamp.com and scout about to your hearts content. All albums and individual songs come with notes and credits to help you better digest all that is there. Please read my sneak preview of Peek-a-Boo that follows……sneak preview…… (peek-a-boo)….. okay one pun down many to go.

Peek-a-Boo

Shortly after the first glimmer of self-awareness a child develops the life long need to be recognized and appreciated for being a unique individual while also feeling connected to and loved by others. These two basic dual needs of humans often become a source of interpersonal conflict and ambivalence in adolescence when teenagers demand total autonomy and privacy one moment and then bemoan being ignored and abandoned by others the next.

In infancy these dual needs get met simultaneously in the game of peek-a-boo with mom, dad or a caretaker. Most infants wriggle, giggle and squeal in delight at the prospect of being discovered anew time and time again during a peek-a-boo session. At this moment the child feels recognized and appreciated for being a unique entity while feeling swathed in their mothers love and care. Most parents have experienced the urgent cries of a child who feels the game is being terminated too quickly.

Since the desire to be loved and recognized lasts throughout our lives we usually find ways to encourage others to recognize us (think bellbottoms, or candy colored hair) and to be emotionally connected to us (teams, play groups, clubs, etc.). In latter childhood peek-a-boo gets replaced with more sophisticated games of being discovered and recognized like hide-and-seek, tag, red light, Marco Polo and even less obvious games such as Simon Says, Mother May I and Charades.

The primal need for recognition, a sense of belonging, and being appreciated for one’s uniqueness is demonstrated by the emotional power contained in live artistic performances, award ceremonies and personal tributes. We can attend a ceremony or watch a tribute or award ceremony and get a lump in our throat at the prospect of a total stranger getting a standing ovation. Similarly the emotional power of a wedding ceremony is often heightened and amplified by the number of people witnessing the public acknowledgment of love and appreciation of one person to another.

Actually the whole veil aspect of the wedding does seem to go out of its way to replicate the whole peek-a-boo moment of discovery and unbridled (pun intended) attention given at the moment preceding the exchange of vows.

So, one of the ways in which I personally seek to continue to play the game of peek-a-boo and hopefully get re-discovered, validated and appreciated for my uniqueness is through my art. The time and care that goes into every lyric I write and song I compose is my attempt to share the most intimate parts of myself with friends and the world in general. Anyone who has seen my drawing and handwriting immediately realizes that as a child I did not get the usual “props” when I brought home such works from early school years.

While the desire and need for appreciation, validation, recognition and connection never leaves us, it does appear that most of us find few avenues in our adult lives to get those needs met (charades and Pictionary only go so far).

All in all I can’t tell you how much it means to me when any of you take the time and care to read my words and listen to the songs. In many ways my music is my public personal diary. There is little in life I enjoy more than sharing with others. As many of you know I treat the average conversation as a hungry man approaches a smorgasbord. Please click on http://guido2.bandcamp.com and dine on my musical offerings. Come visit often and invite friends to dine there also. If you get a chance email or write me your thoughts and feelings whether they are related or inspired by my songs or just to satisfy your need for a round of peek-a-boo.

So the last thing I have to say is: “Tag, you’re it”.

United in Compassion,

Jim

The album and lyrics can be downloaded at Bandcamp. Click on the music tab above if you’d like to listen to some more of my music. Yet you can only download music at http://guido2.bandcamp.com.

Music and Poetry01 Jan 2014 08:40 pm

The following is a fictional interview of I interviewing me, (or more phenomenologically accurate me interviewing I) regarding the lyrics to Mottled Morn.

Lyric alert:
This song rated M for mature minds as some content maybe existentially uncomfortable or emotionally challenging.

Q: How did you come up with the song title?
A: I often like to engage in meditative musings, or reflective reverie on a single word. The word mottled came into my head while on a walk, and I decided to savor the word and all of its associated meanings.

Q: Meditative musing, reflective reverie? Did your predilection for alliteration have anything to do with your choosing to pair mottled with morn?
A: Most definitely.

Q: So with all the endless permutations and combinations of possible syntax how did you arrive at this particular assemblage of words?
A: Wow, that seems more like a question to be answered by the reflective me rather than the speaking self, but I’ll do my best to give you a decent answer.

Q: I’m sure you will. So how did the lyrics take shape?
A: Well it all started from my initial reverie on the word mottled, in which I focused on staying loyal to its aspects of irregularity or asymmetry with regard to presentation of patterns while not being as committed to its having to do with color. My propensity for alliteration once again had me find areas of similarity between mottled and motley.

Q: So if not color, what is mottled in your song?
A: Well as I said I wanted to do homage to the idea of irregularity or symmetry. So when the first line, “like a voice from another dimension, the day began out of phase” came to me, I quickly transferred the mottled pattern from color to sound. The voice broke the patterns of symmetry and familiarity by neither coming from within (thought) or from a recognizable source of a person in my presence.

Q: Doesn’t that harken more to schizophrenia than a breaking of a pattern?
A: Yes, there is nothing more central to the idea of needing consistency and regularity than the sense of self. The singer uses this as an opportunity to depict the severity of his disorientation with which he finds himself when waking from slumber. He wakes due to a bright light which steals away dream and replaces it with a fragile and disoriented semi wakefulness.

Q: Why did you introduce the girl and hint at a break up?
A: There are few things which anchor our lives more than love. The loss of love, or the sense that the feeling of loving someone was an illusion can definitely place us in a position of great angst and lead to our entire existence seeming displaced, empty and lacking in any order and meaning.

Q: Yet, in the long run the song does not seem to be about lost love. Isn’t the song more about you than a relationship gone wrong?
A: Yes that’s true. The line “I saw right through her into me” changed the entire direction of the song. That line came about totally organically as I was singing generally nonsense words trying to find a cadence and vocal line that matched the chords that I was playing. Yet, once that line seeped in and resonated with me I knew that the song was about to write itself.

Q: Did the song take much editing? How long did it take you to write the song?
A: I standardly do not edit my songs much. In general I use my art as a way for me to learn about me, where editing seems more like an exercise into consciously managing me. The words of the song were written over a couple of days, a musical section at a time. Each section had its own cadence and meter and it took awhile for the words to settle in with the chordal mood and ambience. I had been playing with the chords on and off for a few months before deciding to write the lyrics.

Q: So what was the lost love theme replaced with?
A: Well it wasn’t really replaced it just became less a song about a lover and more about one’s love of life. The love of life is the measure by which all other love’s are judged. The singer finds the cure to the disconcerting quality of the mottled morn to be embracing irregularity and not to fight it.

He gets over his lost love, by realizing that she wanted certainty and was unable to adapt and enjoy the capricious aspects of insight and personal growth. He on the other hand professes to “reap the joys” of his sense of doubt. He experiences intimacy as the never ending process of self-discovery and becoming more familiar and at home with so many aspects of life and knowledge. The unwillingness of his lover, others, or even himself to stay committed to the unfurling of intimacy seems to be structured in fears and inhibitions.

Intimacy, the singer feels, is the entire realm between certainty and chaos, in which all is experienced as neither arbitrary nor predestined. His allegiance is to life itself, not just its essence or spirit, but its deep visceral reality.

Q: How did you decide that the song was complete? Is there a final lesson to be learned in Mottled Morn?
A: No I don’t think there is an ultimate message or meaning to Mottled Morn, it was just an exploration of a feeling. It is rare when I feel a song is truly complete, usually they are just snap shots that one ends before they become as laborious as a library of photo albums. In this song, at some point I just stopped and reread the lyrics and it just felt like a good place to pause.

Q: Could you read them to see if we agree?
A: I’d be honored to do so.

Mottled Morn 12/5/13

Like a voice from another dimension
The day began out of phase

The light stole my mind from a dream
Forgetfullness gave my heart a much needed reprieve
Emotional waves crash on rocky shores
Their hollow echoes prey on my mottled morn

I saw right through her into me
I found her distance quite disorienting
Waves of emotion crashed on rocky shores
Their hollow echoes haunt me to my core

She left my soul stranded on the beach
When she set her heart slightly out of reach
I look out into the endlessness of sky
Sensing the reasons why

She is afraid of a life in transition
Feels betrayed and exposed by all that is uncertain
I reap such joys from the sense of doubt
Each day a new puzzle that cries to be sorted out

The fresh and the discovered draw my fascination
Every mystery deepens richens my infatuation
I long to share to revel in amazement
To treat her body as a fragile present

I’m in love with every warm breath
of this precious life
It’s mystery and its passion
intoxicate my mind

Life touches me so tenderly
sends tingles up my spine
The intimate and the familar
fan the flames of desire

Today and all tomorrows I sense I will treasure it
I am hopelessly dependent, devoted and in love with life

Hope you all enjoyed listening in on my little conversation with myself.

Jim Guido

While this song has been recorded, it will not be available for some time. In the meantime please go listen to my some of my albums located in the music section of this website, or go to Bandcamp and type in or click on http://guido2.bandcamp.com to get to my homepage. You can listen and download my songs on Bandcamp to your heart’s content.

Art and Music and Poetry30 Aug 2013 09:24 pm

Hey,

My music is now being released on Bandcamp.
All of you loyal listeners of my music can now download my album on Bandcamp.
You can also download individual tracks for as little as $1.
Just go to Bandcamp and type in Jim Guido, or GuidoWorld and the album Flesh of Life will be there for you to listen to and download.
The songs have been remixed and are of a higher quality than on this website.
Each and every month I plan on releasing another of my albums on band camp.
Let me know what album you want me to release next.
If you’ve never listened to my music, just click on the music tab on the upper right and have a listen.

Also let me know what songs you like best. I will keep track of your votes and combine them with sales from Bandcamp and give you updates on the top songs.

Currently the most listened to songs on this site are:

1) Dancing Hippos (Edge of Eden)
2) Live Until You Die (Flesh of Life)
3) Preening Like A Peacock (Priorities)
4) Haunted (Edge of Eden)
5) Dance For Me (Take Me)
6) Making Money (Opportunity Lost)
7) Inexhaustible You (Flesh of Life)
8) Feeling Me, Feeling You (Go!)
9) Every Bit of Your Heart (I’m Just Saying)
10) Take Me (Take Me)
11) Talking About Yesterday (Mortal Joy)
12) Too Many ?’s (I Rock Therefore I Am)
13) Table 4 1 (Significance)
14) Inexhaustible You (Flesh of Life)
15) Bonsai Beauty (Visceral Vicissitudes)

Please also vote for your favorite lyrics.

Happy listening, and I do appreciate your support.

Poetry and Psychology and Relationships23 Feb 2013 01:48 pm

Such are the passions
Some love some hate
Some implore others debate

We get filled and overload
We get filled and then explode
Feel the urgent in others woes
Feel our passions to the bone

Those who want distance from the fray
Deem their equanimity the highest grace
A noble heart and a safe place
The calm enlightenment of the sedate

Love throbs, joy is electric
Laughter bursts and orgasm spastic
I want to feel your skin in the game
Feel your care at sadnesses base

Stillness is the ground before we breathe
Verdant life forever teems
Prolonged stillness is a sign of death
apathy, depression that completely disconnect

I listen for the echo of my desire
Of passion matched with longing inspired
I yearn to feel the hot gusts from your fire
My face wind burned by such passion sired

Nothing lost and nothing gained
Insults precious life’s predicament
A heart invested is all I seek
Devoted to care, compassion and the intimate

Endless process is our curse
A life sentence and wet nurse
Meaning flows from her sweet breast
I’ll give it my all and suckle till my last breath

Jim Guido

Poetry25 Dec 2012 08:43 pm

Buon Natale

Fragile and vulnerable we are born
A soup of possibilities to be formed
We make the world as it makes us
Such is our curse and how we are so blessed

A mother’s warmth and milk filled breast
Her scent, her smile each sweet caress
Draws us out from the sea of sense
Orients, comforts and let’s us connect

Most of what we are and what we become
Imprints body’s struggles and each success
Vestiges of the lived in each experience
Our history, future and meaningfulness

The vast sea out of which we are born
It’s depths we plunge it surface we explore
The sky above the earth’s our floor
Our thoughts delight in speaking our body’s core

We are more than we’ll ever know
We are all one yet manifold
Each of us were one day born
A soup of possibilities to be formed

Jim Guido

Poetry and Relationships and sexuality25 Oct 2012 01:25 pm

She repulsed him with her kindness
if not genuine at least sincere

He needed passion more than understanding
No matter how he showed or said it
it remained doggedly unclear

She was in his head
What he wanted was to be in her body
To infuse her with his playful desire

To her love was romantic, a perfect ideal
For him passion was just a thin membrane away from complete fusion

She dreamt of a child
He yearned for intimacy
She envisioned them as parents and partners
He viewed the viscerally shared as the root of all meaning

She sought harmony, an unblemished life
A personal eden bereft of conflict
Her eternal goal was to be a still pond
No ripples to disturb its presentation

She sought beauty everywhere
In thought, word, sight, smell and touch
She found beauty everywhere
Yet, in her man, not so much

He thrived on life’s imperfections
Problems were challenges and opportunities
He loved the grit and the sweat
The joy of a challenge met

He saw intimacy as the measure of one’s life
Each new experience as a gift
Immersed in the rough and tumble of existence
Sharing with her was his bliss

In her relations:
Harmony over honesty
Ease over disease
Calm as endless balance

Beauty was the handmaiden of love
It was what made life attractive
Beauty is what drew her to others
To nature, art and the sacred

He wore each new wrinkle as a badge of honor
Sensed ardor often was born from the arduous
That one often had to provoke to be provocative
and wisdom was more about the real than the ideal

She sees life through the lens of love and beauty
He through the lens of history and experience
Beauty she fashioned into life’s ideal
Intimacy he saw as the measure of one’s life
Beauty became her life’s purpose and zeal
Intimacy was all he asked of life

Is there sufficient beauty in intimacy?
The fate of this love may be dependent on it

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