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
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,
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.
Years ago we played together, Two cousins with life and smiles. Roller coasters, we were six, And the world was ours to explore.
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,
You grasp my hand For a balancing act, I fear of losing your touch, Your gaze.
Eclectic opus ringing, Free from fleeing, Loose from lingering, Flies with open notes still gleaming,
Years ago we played together,
Two cousins with life and smiles.
Roller coasters, we were six,
And the world was ours to explore.
The secret places; we'd laugh together,
Time's embrace was foreign and gray.
Poems we'd sung, games we'd played,
What an age! Up, up, we went... and away.