Reflections of Bonehead Madness
Welcome to Johnny Spalione – Reflections of Bonehead Madness, a raw, nostalgic journey through poetry, music, and the unforgettable moments that shaped a dreamer’s life. Step inside the mind of a Bonehead and experience reflections born from rhythm, rebellion, and relentless imagination.
MAGA MY ASS
Welcome to Johnny Spalione – MAGA MY ASS, a fearless and provocative collection of opinion essays, poetry, and personal reflections. This bold work dives deep into the political and cultural landscape of recent times, challenging hypocrisy and calling out injustice with sharp wit and unapologetic honesty.
Step into a raw and unfiltered narrative that blends humor, frustration, and truth—crafted to awaken thought, stir emotion, and inspire conversation. MAGA MY ASS is more than a title—it’s a statement.
Reflections of Bonehead Madness
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Note : The Story of John Spalione is a vivid tapestry woven from decades of lived experience, emotional grit, and an unrelenting desire to be heard.
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MAGA MY ASS
$17.00 – $45.00
MAGA MY ASS
$17.00 – $45.00
Note : Welcome to Johnny Spalione – MAGA MY ASS, a fearless and provocative collection of opinion essays, poetry, and personal reflections.
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Reflections of Bonehead Madness
$17.00 – $45.00
About True Love
Baby I’m Still In My Prime
Chemical Child
I kicked dead leaves in the garden…because they were there.
I molded wet sand…Laid low in the grass.
I counted falling raindrops…as the hours passed.
I travel quicker than time…Running, speeding, cheating.
Night takes my body and mind…Leaves my ego down and bleeding.
I wanted adventure…A challenge and some fun.
I explored my imagination…With the rising sun.
I’M A CHEMICAL CHILD...SUNSHINES MADNESS.
MY MEMORY BLURS WHEN YOU TURN ON THE LIGHT.
I’M A CHEMICAL CHILD...I DROWN IN SADNESS.
MY SMILES SHINES WHEN YOU TURN ON THE LIGHT.
I solved the world’s problems…In a talk with myself.
In the dawn I was battered…Ready to be shelved.
I slept with my eyes wide open…Wasted, tired, life unsure.
Morning broke and I followed…I was lost, drained and hurt.
I’M A CHEMICAL CHILD...SUNSHINES MADNESS.
MY MEMORY BLURS WHEN YOU TURN ON THE LIGHT.
I’M A CHEMICAL CHILD...I DROWN IN SADNESS.
MY SMILES SHINES WHEN YOU TURN ON THE LIGHT.
Daughter Of The Moon
Smiling at darkness with a mil white spoon.
Her style attracts the hunt, but they come too soon.
She walks away laughing, she’s the daughter of the moon.
She slides into romance on a golden broom.
Runs from her heart when it starts to bloom.
She leads young romantics to their doom.
She’s always changing faces, she’s the daughter of the moon.
SHE’S THE DAUGHTER OF THE MOON.
YOU WON’T SEE HER AT NOON.
THE DAUGHTER OF THE MOON COMES OUT AT NIGHT.
SHE’S THE DAUGHTER OF THE MOON.
SHE WON’T SHINE TOO SOON.
THE DAUGHTER OF THE MOON TURNS ON THE LIGHT.
She shines before the light of the silvery moon.
She’ll save a drowning ship from being marooned.
She’ll free a butterfly from its own cocoon.
And do it with a smile, she’s the daughter of the moon.
She’ll strut in the tube of a big typhoon.
She’ll float above the water like a red balloon.
She’ll paint her smile a colorful cartoon.
And do it with style, she’s the daughter of the moon.
Don’t Forget Me
That the first kiss was just a kiss ... and not what you imagined.
You were searching in lost eyes with a burning need to explore
it should come as no surprise you were searching for much more.
Something appears to me amiss ... It’s hidden in the laughter.
and your temptation to resist … has chased you to the rafters.
You were innocent and pure with a child’s urge to grow old.
You grew up brazenly and sure you would find your pot of gold.
Chorus
Don’t forget I’ve been around …I don’t pretend to have the answers.
I will always be around … Don’t forget me when you’re gone.
All things good and bad will pass All things learned must be remembered.
So the experience will last And the truth not be surrendered.
You could always melt my heart with an open and passionate soul.
You were bound to play the part and it’s so hard to lose control.
Chorus
Don’t forget I’ve been around …I don’t pretend to have the answers.
I will always be around … Don’t forget me when you’re gone.
Dreams of A Traveler
Exit Of Innocence
Eyes Cold Lady
There’s a warm girl turned to ice.
She’s a lady beyond beauty.
She’s a lady that’s paid the price.
She hangs diamonds on plastic paintings.
Drives Mercedes in a twilight rage.
Puts on glamour for a favor.
Dressed in sild she steals center stage.
THAT LADY…HAS EYES COLD.
EVERYONE KNOWS AN EYES COLD LADY.
EVERYONE KNOW AN EYES COLD LADY.
THAT LADY…HAS EYES COLD.
EVERYONE KNOWS AN EYES COLD LADY.
EVERYONE KNOW AN EYES COLD LADY.
She bluffs cooly calls for manners.
Salutes respect with honesty.
She sees through lies cuz the truth is.
She’s told a few just like you and me.
She’s seen bad days climbed dirty hills.
Worked for nothing for a long long time
Now she’s happy and pays he own bills.
She’s seen freedom and it changed her mind.
THAT LADY…HAS EYES COLD.
EVERYONE KNOWS AN EYES COLD LADY.
EVERYONE KNOW AN EYES COLD LADY.
THAT LADY…HAS EYES COLD.
EVERYONE KNOWS AN EYES COLD LADY.
EVERYONE KNOW AN EYES COLD LADY.
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They echo the frustrations of the unheard, the misrepresented, the angry, and the awakened.
Johnny Spalione isn’t just venting — he’s documenting a cultural fever, a moral resistance.
Every poem, every line, every unapologetic sentence is a stand against blind allegiance and political deceit.
In a divided America, these words matter because they remind us that truth still has a voice — even if it shouts, curses, or bleeds.
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