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Also known as the theme song for the TV series, “Monk.”

“It’s a Jungle Out There”
Lyrics by Randy Newman

It’s a jungle out there
Disorder and confusion everywhere
No one seems to care
Well I do
Hey who’s in charge here?

It’s a jungle out there
Poison in the very air we breathe
Do you know what’s in the water that you drink?
Well I do, and it’s amazing

People think I’m crazy
’cause I worry all the time
If you paid attention
You’d be worried too
You better pay attention
Or this world we love so much
Might just kill you

I could be wrong now
but I don’t think so
‘Cause it’s a jungle out there
It’s a jungle out there.



Wonderful.

-Jack
I Listen.

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The Folly of a Warrior

A warrior grows complacent in his pleasures. Forgetting fast, his fight, when he goes unchallenged. Is he not enough of a man to challenge for honor? Is he too much of a man, for other men to brave the challenge? Whether either is true, neither is right. The warrior knows this, but in silence, he grows continuously more subdued. To be, a warrior must know song; a warrior must know battle. It is not enough to enjoy music, or fighting, a warrior must join in with the chorus, and join in the fight!

But love can soften and break a warrior. It’s so easy to give in to those pleasures. A warrior can love, without giving up what he is, but it is a hard fight, and only the strongest remain so, under the arms of a beautiful woman.

A warrior must fight! A warrior must sing! A warrior must love, but with ferocity! A warrior must never forget from wince he came, or to where his sword is pledged, even in the sovereign of his own abode.

Jack
I Listen.

Fragment

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Moving a lot of my poetry and fiction over to scribd, where it will be collected in anthologies, if it proves successful. Check out my profile there.

Jack
I Listen.
Aside.

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Truths

Stories have power.
Songs have life.
Music has joy.
Thought has action.

Jack
I Listen.

Fragment.

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The web is spun tightly by the spider. It crawls our memories, creating nodes and connections to them. The spider spins eternally; making us who we are, letting us remember and ponder. The spider crawls across the strings to attach a new memory, close to the inside of the web, his spinnerets moving with a rhythm. Drum beats and strange cacophony sounds made up the music to which he spun. The sounds cause the web to reverberate, and a small mistake is made. The spider moves quickly to fix this light error in the memory of someone’s life. At least someone the spider will never meet, for he must always spin the web further and further, until it is large enough to capture the man attached to those memories. Then it will take the strength from him, and choose a newborn human, for it’s next web, of course.

Jack Lhasa
I Listen.
Fragments

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Like mud sliding effortlessly into the streets, my name feels greasy.  I’m ashamed to call myself shaman or savage.  I fail these titles so often.  Can I live up to what I’ve started?  Can I grab a hand and pull myself back up from the mire?

Jack
I Listen.

Fragments

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Savage.  There’s a word I hadn’t really thought about in a while.  I settled into the role of the docile beast.  The pet.  The zoo animal.  Fuck that shit.

I’ve been listening to a few friends talk lately, without responding.  A few friends who helped me define what Savage meant long ago.  They too have settled. 

We were once brave, fierce carnivors to be reckoned with.  What happened, mi carnals?  Did we get old?  Did we get lazy?  Did we get complacent?

These are not words to describe those like us.  We will never escape the Savage inside.  Some part of us, no matter how gentle we seem, will always smell the blood before it is spilt.

May we always suck the marrow from freshly broken bones.  May we always do what has to be done.  We are immortal.  May we always act like it.

My wolves.  My tigers.  My savages.  Let our pack climb to new glories, and our souls feast on the weak.

Jack
I Listen.

Fragment
A Savage Thought

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