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Monday, December 21, 2009 



beam her the love
start working on your congratulations speech/song/card
give her a call
pray to jesus/satan/whoever
Monday, September 14, 2009 
Monday, December 04, 2006 
Jason A. Koziatek, died early Thursday morning, November 30, 2006 in New Paltz. Known to many as "J-Bone", Jason was born in New Brunswick, N.J. on April 17, 1972.

Although Jason had many careers, including working on stage crews, roofing, and steel working among others, his true calling was helping others in the constant pursuit of justice and social equality. He was a champion of the underdogs of the world, a brother to all, preoccupied at all times with being of service, creating unity, and protecting the vulnerable. One of his successes was to help revive the Anti-Racist Association in New Paltz, and to work tirelessly to transform the influx of bigotry into the town.

Jason is predeceased by his father, Ronald Koziatek; and also by his loving grandparents, Rose and Allen Hughes.

He is survived by his children, Nikolai Peone and Xavier Crowchild; his mother, Lanette Hughes; his brother, Jordan Falzano; and countless close and dear friends who were all part of the endless ragamuffin patchwork of Jason's unofficial family.

Never very concerned with the trappings of everyday life, Jason traveled often, always a dog at his heels, always heading toward a place where his fist and only mission would be to find the fragments in the underground community and attempt to repair them. He owned little, but what he had he would give away without even being asked. A profoundly compassionate man, Jason felt more deeply than was beneficial for him, and those who loved him were strapped in for an intense rollercoaster journey that was his signature.

Most will remember Jason's eyes, the bluest blue imaginable, watching us with admiration, or at times with scorn, as we fulfilled or did not fulfill his wishes for us. He pierced us with his words, tattooed us with his love, leaving us always altered, never ever the same creature after any of his many departures.
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Sunday, January 25, 2009 
'97 i think

my city at sunset
i falter to describe
look up at the steeples
and i watch the clouds of starlings as they rise

and i say i'll work my blisters into pearls for only you
and i pray some day that wide the needle's eye
i may pass through

belladonna
swing your chariot down low
belladonna
where the fallen angels go

i set out from canaan, lonely
looking for a sign
an answer for my searching
and your sweet forbidden smile
is all i find

walk with me beside the endless pools of sadness
cast a stone in, watch the ripples
on the surface of my madness

belladonna
swing your chariot down low
belladonna
where the fallen angels
come through me
come to me
come with me
kiss me

belladonna
wish i may i
wish i might
belladonna
in the forest of the night


Sunday, January 25, 2009 
from 05
jonah likes this one

don't hang onto me
i am an old man's hands
with dirty fingernails

sing along with me
under the gun i am the one
that's setting sail

and i am not long for this world
and i am not anybody's girl

don't remember me
i am an anchor on a moon that's sinking down
in the embers see
the memories
the ghost of me
i'm not around

and i am not wrong for leaving
you gotta have something to believe in

this is the way i have to tell you goodbye
these are the words i would've written in the sky
this is the song i would've sung had there been time
but this is the way i have to tell you
i have to tell you
goodbye

don't be cross with me i was an apple in your garden red and round
climbed a knowing tree
and bit the difference between silence and sound
and i was too long just grieving
so this is a song
of freedom


Sunday, January 25, 2009 
another old one, 99 i believe

i invented silence
as a net to pull you in
cast out into the darkness
where the stars are listening

then i caught you
with these numbers
with these mirrors
with this voice

now this love of mine keeps timeless watch
no matter what your choice

go on and go from me
the other side is wide
the grass seems pretty green
this side
of suicide

spin code across the ocean
reach me fiberoptically
with the sweetness of your laughter
through the violence of sleep
and i'll trade you for a vision
all i got is blood and teeth
but i need you in my throat
i need you to believe in me

go on...