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The Unreachable Yoke

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  The Unreachable Yoke  A POV shot from JB’s perspective, looking down at his own body. His hands are locked rigidly at his sides by the cocoon. Ghostly, semi-transparent images of his hands are reaching out, trying to "yank, shove, slam" a control panel that isn't there. The image captures the desperation of a pilot whose identity is "unspooling" because he cannot reach the controls. I look down... but the body in the weave doesn't feel like mine anymore. My arms are locked. Pinned to my ribs by the silver vice. But I can see them... ghosts. Ghost hands... peeling away from my skin. Reaching out! They are trying to YANK... to SHOVE... to SLAM the yoke forward! But there is no yoke. There is no control panel. Only the dark. I am a pilot with no hands... and without them... I am unspooling into NOTHING. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger ...
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Generations Lost

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Lost and Gone Tunnel Dog



 Generations Lost - The Dark Jazz Chronicle

Poem - Song

The Funnel
We tiptoe on an obscure path.
As like shining stars.
Sinking each and every night.
As we continually inch forward.
Bound by our unspoken agendas

Years and years?
Generations and generations?
Lost and gone.

I can no longer see a post-capitalist society.
I can only see the continuous burden of millions.
Minced into meta pulp. 
Reluctant to deviate.

Years and years?
Generations and generations?
Lost and gone.

So many fluorescent lights.
Destroyed the night sky
Drowned through hope and desperation.
Bound together and shattered.

Years and years?
Generations and generations?
Lost and gone.


Lost and Gone Tunnel Dog

Dive into the haunting world of Dark Jazz with "The Funnel," a mesmerizing musical journey through the obscure pathways of our collective psyche. Set against a backdrop of dimly lit lights and unspoken agendas, this video captures the essence of generational despair and the relentless passage of time. Reflecting on societal burdens and a night sky lost to progress, "The Funnel" weaves a tapestry of sounds and lyrics that echo the deep human emotions. Experience the depth of Dark Jazz where each note is a story and every silence a cries.

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