Jonzo Bandwagoner

Biography of Jonzo Bandwagoner
Words never do justice to a man. I must, then, describe myself in two colors:
Light Green, Dark Blue.
Jonzo Bandwagoner's Works:
Only children's stories.
Jonzo Bandwagoner Poems
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The Ballad Of Sparta
Men of old in shining armor, Brand their swords and ride like thunder, Cities quake; behold their tremor! Xerxes turns toward Greece. -
(i.E. A Sudden, Stark Outburst)
(composed while flying out of Berlin) dim street colors like brown barley rooftops -
Wanderers In A Dream
O afar, beneath this gray coloured day, Hangs a ribbon of darkness, shadowed fiend, Despite the attempts, I admittedly say, All reproves seem endless. -
I Need A Dictionary
Captivated, Elongated, Mitigated: You're a lot of looming words, I wish I understood. -
Ms. Homecoming Queen
Homecoming queen, You and me in a dream, Make-believe, so it seems, I'm lost in between. -
From The Journal Of A Polish Immigrant,1...
We travled here when I was five. Now I am ait, or so mum tells me. I never thught this woud be a problem, -
Better Tactics
Two rooms, One adjacent to the other; No news Whether nuclear warfare has started yet. -
Nonsense, Or Perhaps A Wonderful Despair
I hate the fact I'm feeling All this endless sickly dreaming The rush, rush, rush Of make-believing, -
Drama Of The Theater
Behold our world is a world of gray, Broken apart and scattered away. All who are actors, act in this play; This theater of nothingness. -
Farewell
Years ago we played together, Two cousins with life and smiles. Roller coasters, we were six, And the world was ours to explore. -
The Outcome
Somewhere now – They’re hiding in ambush. Forget the sun— They’re waiting for you. -
Berry Of Blue
We talk together, My smile, your eyes, We eye our smiles, My eyes on your eyes, -
Holding On
You grasp my hand For a balancing act, I fear of losing your touch, Your gaze. -
Airwave Brilliance
Eclectic opus ringing, Free from fleeing, Loose from lingering, Flies with open notes still gleaming,
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The Outcome
Somewhere now –
They’re hiding in ambush.
Forget the sun—
They’re waiting for you.
Now I know, yes—
They’re in the open.
Please understand—
They seem to know.