Monday, February 10, 2014

The Myth of Echo

Echo is a nymph cursed to only repeat the words of others. She loves Narcissus, who rejects her and runs away. Echo spends the rest of her life in lonely places with love lost and mortified shame. Now only her voice remains.

Friday, January 27, 2012

treat your ears right

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

My Seoul Longs for You

Away, far far away... from the land that caressed my Seoul.
Four years, 16 seasons of Winter through Fall. I don't
want to forget anything about her. The streets. The traffic.
The cherry blossoms of Spring. The heat of Summer. The
leaves changing colors in the middle of Autumn. The people.
The hellishly cold Winter. The slab of ice on the street that
never melts for 3 months. The food... oh, yes! The food! The
city that never sleeps. Seoul, my friend you hold in your heart
all those people so dear to me. Yes, the people. My friends.
My Seoul longs for you. I reach deep into my inner being
to find that place where you'll never be forgotten. You remind
me that you are always with me. You are now and forever...
My Seoul!

Monday, May 30, 2011

Origin: Inside (Part II)

J.L.Only imagines raw emotions and
attributes them to words. He gathers these
varieties of color to paint images and
stories that chronicle the journey of the
M.G. (Multi-Galaxy) Craft.

J.L.Only connects the fragments
from the multiverse and constitutes in it a
micro portion that may be an eye to the
multiverse itself, for all to see. The
fuel for the M.G. Craft.

Friday, May 6, 2011

Origin (Part I)

B. Luis Grey is a large robot that I live in. He's got
a huge door in the center of his chest. Large enough
for a human to step through. He's as large as a
house with legs that are spring loaded. He can leap
over buildings and crush boulders with his fisted punch.
He is a mobile fortress that can't be penetrated.
Grey tell's the stories. He is the glue to our narrative.

Monday, April 11, 2011

j. l. only: the light

eventually the light is visible through the
tunnel vision of darkness. the harshness
of a desperately fatigued soul finds a place
to rest his head. a place to make his bed.
a time to awake from the patterns of a
recluse. the reason for the abuse extremely
over rated. the same self degrading abuse
is stripped off like the shedding of old skin.
disposed of... this is the unfolding of a
message kept hidden on paper, stashed away
for years until only words scribbled as text
show some form of tears. if only in text, it
will have to suffice. eventually, hopefully, in
our desperate of times we will find the light.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

J.L.Only: Reason

The only reason
there's no anger
is the only
reason... for lost.
The only reason
to stay complete
is the sanity
of my reason.
The only feelings
lost is the
only feeling gone
that's the only
song that can
satisfy your empty
reasons of Only's

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Tired # Sleepy # 77 #

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Saturday, February 26, 2011

Her & I

Obsessed, Addicted,
infatuated... Will this
uncontrollable feeling of
love ever cease? Maybe,
a little of my heart dies everyday.
Maybe... its a desire to be
with someone I can't have.
The day she rejected me
for the last time, a
little piece of me died. Still
I can't cry. Time passes.
I tried. Now it all ends. I
say "goodbye" to the dreams
of her and I.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

J. L. Only: Why

Why would you want him back? Five months too late. You’ve
already started to date. He’s had plenty of chances and now
he wants you back? Tell him it’s too late.

I don’t see why she doesn’t want me.

He’s selfish and obsessed because you moved on. He just can’t
stand to see you happy with anybody else. He should of thought
about that before he let you get away.

I don’t see why she doesn’t want me.

He’s lazy and unmotivated. What kind of life could he offer you
when all he knows is the easy way. He’s got no heart. His idea’s
are fantasies painted on imaginary clouds.

I don’t see why she doesn’t want me.

He thinks that he can be the best for you. He’s wrong. Your life
doesn’t need him to be complete... let alone satisfied. Your life
is fully complete and he’s just broken.

I don’t see why she doesn’t want me.

Damaged goods are not a gift to be held up in esteem. Let what’s
been severed be left as it is. His exaggerated life will only keep
you desiring everything without him.

I don’t see why she doesn’t want me.

He’s a drunk and proud of the amount that he can drink. As if that
was something to adhere to. The audacity of him to think that
you actually need him. Don’t turn back to him.

I don’t see why she doesn’t want me.

Your past was filled with arguments. One argument after the other.
Haven’t you had enough of that? Don’t make the same mistake by
considering the possibility that you love him.

I don’t see why she doesn’t want me.

He says that he loves you and can’t live life without you. If that
was true then why did he let the breakup last so long. Six months
is a half a year. He lived half a year without you.

I don’t see why she doesn’t want me.

If your even considering this... then I’ve underestimated you. I
know you’ll make the right decision. Don’t give up everything
you’ve made for yourself without him. Move on.

I don’t see why she doesn’t want me.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

J. L. Only: Silence & Fear of Rejection

There is no response. Only the sound of electricity in the air.
It resonates with every appliance. The TV, the refrigerator and
the computer all carry the same jeering sound.

It’s the sound of your silence that magnifies the electricity that
permeates this world. This room that echos the absence of your
voice. This is the sound of a quiet deafening noise.

Chosen to be ignored or in an unintentional delay of response
has left me in fear. Afraid of being denied a fulfillment of a void
specifically shaped and only filled by one. You.

Fragile... this heart that beats. A mirror of your own. Yes, the
same beat after beat also thumps in me. The vulnerable heart is
the only heart that is left in total defeat. Breath (sigh).

Vulnerable, from the inner sanctum of safety. Made visible with
words to alleviate any lack of information. They are received
with no response. Only L. Only knows what I want.

Comfortable is the life that has picked up the pieces. A new
life without... is possible. The past left behind. Attempts to
recapture it failed miserably. My fate, disgraced.

Breaking the silence is my redemption. The voice that saves
is the same voice when absent... torments. Whom then? Only
the graceful voice of one can shatter this silence.

Monday, February 14, 2011

152 Days Ago

J. L. Only: Post Break Up


Frustrated. The bridges fail as they disappear. The fog appeared and burned away taking with it any memory of a road to the other side.

Darkness hovers over me like a thunder storm. Striking down any desire to abide. Attempts to live life as if you were never here... Is the lie that can't be realized. Every attempt to fake it only gets struck down like pins on a bowling lane. Strike! Heart stained with a bad taste of you leaving me.

Scribbled once these dorment thoughts. Now they emerge again. Maybe my only friend. These words say hi, back to me again. I wave back to say goodbye my old friend.


Months have passed and I look forward to nothing but sleep. It's my den of retreat from facing another day of false torment. Because... This torment seems like nothing... And yet, my sleep is interupted daily by my obligations to work. Oh, the dreaded days of work. Oh, I can't wait to sleep again. Maybe my closest friend. Even more so than these writings that say nothing to me but remind me with waves to say hi. Again I say, goodbye.


Everything people do is meaningless. Nothing really ever matters. In the end we all die. With you, me... us, purpose dies.

Our days on Earth are numbered. Short is our time here, like a drop of water in the ocean. Like a grain of sand in the Sahara.

Bleak seems the future... the present shadowed by the darkness forecasted. Yes, my guts feel empty even though it's full.

Pulled by the prospects of an uneventful life. My arms are stretched as my own sacrifice. I have no tears to shead. Like i'm already dead.

Monday, July 19, 2010

J.L.Only: Reasons Argue & Feelings Arise

Sooner or later your thoughts confronts you.
Selfishness deminished only in your mind.
In time you realize that you are still,
selfish and centered solely on your pride.

Once in a while you face the truth,
of your deceptive ways to find love for one,
selfless reason. You are a victim too.
A victim of wanting to love for purely selfish...

Reasons argue and feelings arise.
Deception fades and the time comes to decide.
You settle for the commitment...
and hope that somehow it's not as realized.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Personal Space in Seoul Korea

Life in the Eastern Hemisphere of Earth has been a cultural enlightening experience. For most of my life the Western Hemisphere and all it’s cultural norms have been the place of my growth. One significant cultural difference that people should be aware of when coming to Seoul, Korea is the lost of your personal space.
For most of the Western Hemisphere, more specifically the North American Continent, people have an unspoken understanding of a minimum of an arms length of space that we call our personal space. A bubble of security and safety that we all maintain and honor between individuals. We live by this rule. We live in this bubble of personal space and mutually respect the bubble religiously.
In Seoul, Korea things aren’t as spacious as the life you may be familiar with back in North America. Seoul boasts 10 million residents just within the city limits and has a metropolitan area of over 20 million people. It is listed on wikipedia as the second largest metropolitan area by population. Imagine, if you will the massive amounts of people commuting to and from work, school and other extra activities throughout the city.
In Seoul, the personal bubble space that you may be use to growing up in North America becomes about as far away as the tip of your nose. When commuting during peak hours you will find yourself being pushed, shoved and even find somebody’s head in your armpit. Please do be warned, it is not an offense targeting any particular person. It is the cultural phenomena of a city living as the second largest metropolitan area on Earth.
The next time your on the Seoul Metro and your commuting through peak hours, take a big breath and remember the humor of finding yourself living, for a moment the life of a sardine.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Jinhae Cherry Blossom Festival

It’s April in Seoul and the ice has melted away as new life begins to reintroduce itself to the world. The hibernation of all things living has come to an end. Spring is here and Korea is happy to announce the return of the sun.
Throughout Korea there are many cherry blossom festivals under way. One such festival recently took place in Jinhae, South Gyeonsang Province from March 31st - April 11th. This festival is held annually since 1963 and features three hundred thousand trees. The festival averages over a million visitors every year.
This year’s festivities in Jinhae have been a trial of adversity for the people of Jinhae. Recently, a Korean Naval ship based out of Jinhae came under the world’s radar as it sank into the waters off the coast of Korea in the East China Sea. Due to this event some of the festivities that take place during the cherry blossom festival have been cancelled. This news however, didn’t deter the visitors from making the pilgrimage to Jinhae.
Every visitor to Jinhae’s Cherry Blossom Festival would recommend as do I, that this is the event to mark into your calenders for Spring.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

The B.LuisGrey EP

I've had some time on my hands this week. This has given me some time to mess around with music, which is a hobby I enjoy doing. Lately, due to my limited equipment I've been taking songs and chopping out the breaks to form a short break/mixtape. For those interested in remixed music check out the B.LuisGrey EP <------ Click on the link.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Teaching at Hanyang University, Seoul, Korea

Since my return from South East Asia my days have been filled with daily excursions to see Ms. Pearl. Being away from her for three weeks took it's toll and opened my eyes to the attachment I have to her. It's been good to be back with my best friend.
My first week back I Began looking for a job. I got an interview at the university mentioned in the title. Classes were to start on the 29th of March. I was interviewing for a part-time gig with potential for more hours. The contract was and is for 10 weeks. Just long enough to not get dreary.
So, I teach for an hour in the morning, conversational English. My students are great.
My days begin at 6am. Makes my days feel longer.
Now all I need is another gig for late morning and something for mid afternoon.
In short... I've got a great gig but need more work.

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