Write something

Don’t forget to write. Something, anything. Set the pen to the paper and let the rhythm of your mind do the rest. It’s simply not that hard, just let it happen. Though I should warn you there is a chance you’ll end up reaching deep inside and pull on the strings you’ve tucked away. And that’ll hurt, fortunately the resulting beauty is always more powerful than the pain. Don’t forget to write, Because in the end the words will escape somehow. Don’t forget to write. Because at least this way you still have some control over what the words say.

Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

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the “almost” hiatus

I almost quit writing. I almost sat down and typed out a post that entailed a hiatus I planned to take. Almost. My reasoning was that my writing had gone to crap. That I had failed in both quality and frequency. In recent months the decline has been noticeable and it was mirrored by a lack of reading. My plan was to leave you until after the new year. To read intensively and purposefully, only writing if I simply could not contain the thought. I don’t know what changed but the words began to flow again. I still lack the quality, but the passion for this art has returned. I realized that to not write would be a betrayal to the person who I was when I began. To not write would allow a poison to creep into my heart. The corruption that comes from the path of least resistance. So I will continue to write, I will make time for literature again, and I will not quit. And though I will never write for you, my audience, know that I appreciate you being here.

Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

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Ode to Kerouac

There is a highway that stretches the breadth of this nation. Along it you will find the hopes and dreams of four generations. Drive it and you will pass though both great metropolitans and one-horse towns. You will witness monuments to days long gone and the construction of days yet to come. Utilized by agriculture, industry, and the entrepreneur alike. Yet truly appreciated by a miniscule few. This highway creates issues contested by legislators. Though somehow it unites us as a people. This open highway could always take me home, instead my heart follows it ever onward.

Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

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a minimalist at Heart

I would like to live Simply

and without remorse, holding nothing back

Finishing all that I begin

a deeply set desire within

one of fewer things and more experiences

disengaging all that doesn’t matter

Declutter, I cry, Declutter!

vowing rather to pursue dreams headlong

unfettered by anything behind


Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

musical words

Author’s note: My goodness! I had forgotten about this one. Wrote it months ago. Unfortunately I accidentally published it in the wrong place, and so it wasn’t visible until I happened upon it last week. Like Christmas all over again

He opens the notepad

and we begin.

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With every stroke of the pen

he conducts his orchestra.

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The keyboard is his instrument

no one can play his music but he.

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For he is the composer

writing only for himself.

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The words liken to music in his ears

Few may comprehend, even Fewer may care.

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But this music holds meaning for him

And so he plays on.


Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

Quiet Please

Some days I wish I could just turn it off. Quit analyzing, editing and evaluating. Both as a fledgling writer and the son of two engineers, I never cease to attempt an explanation of my surroundings. I am continually categorizing¬† everything I think, everything I feel, everything I see. Which is great if I’m trying to study something or write about it. But it sure would be nice to turn it off every once and a while, to simply be without all the peripherals. my mind is never silent, it is a constant churning of thoughts, words, and ideas.

As much as I enjoy crafting words I am not certain I could properly explain how it feels. When I lie down to sleep the words continue mulling in my head. I often give in, burning the midnight oil to put these words on paper. It is a strange therapy. Perhaps even a self-perpetuating problem. Though it is a small burden really. What is a little lost sleep or moments spent daydreaming? In all reality I love this hobby of mine with almost as much passion as I give to reading. It feeds my soul and gives life to my silent thoughts.

Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

free writing for better writing pt2

author’s note: this continues the series where I take a free writing prompt and present it to you in it’s rough form. this is all in the effort to create characters for my fiction work.

A Perfect Day

deep breath. Smell that? it’s a warm spring morning and there was a thunderstorm last nite. I see the leaves dripping, the winding dirt path is slightly muddy, all around there is a surreal glow as the may sun hits the foliage, and crashing though my thoughts is the sound of countless song birds beckoning to each other. As I shoulder my pack I smile at my friend. Let’s do this.

we begin down the trail turning the bend and losing sight of the car. Our goal today is to reach the overlook, to see for miles. But that doesn’t really matter, does it? What I’m doing, where I’m at, and the time of the year are all second rate to who I’m with. What makes it a perfect day is spending time with a friend. It’s about catching up, laughter, discussing life, and meaningless shit. That’s what brings me to life more than anything else.

Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

free writing for better writing pt 1

Authors note: this is the first part of a series of free writing pieces I’ve been working on to improve my articulation and hopefully be able to create fictional characters infused with my personality. All of these posts will be typed using first draft, including possible poor punctuation and random capitalization. It’s a process.

I dream of being a senior park ranger at a remote national park outpost. To get there I need a bachelor’s degree, Federal agent training, and an EMT license. And above all, experience. I strive to build a resume that will stand out above the rest. Everything comes at a cost though. First of all it costs home I will not find my dream job here in missouri. And pursuing my dream will most likely require moving regularly. It will also cost time. no one attains my dream position straight out of college, it often takes 8-10 yrs to be hired as a senior ranger. It costs money and energy. I have to earn my degree while simultaneously attaining several certificates and balancing a part-time job and volunteer work (again resume building). This all takes energy that I cant use for leisure, friends family. I will lose contact with some of those friends, through my neglect. The lack of Leisure time may very well cost my sanity. These costs must be weighed to determine the appropriateness of my ambitions. and these ambitions may change I’m young and this life is an adventure im taking. It’ll be fun

Viva Cristo Rey!

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“…Jesus Christ, the faithful witness, the firstborn of the dead and ruler of the kings of the earth. To him who loves us and has freed us from our sins by his blood, who has made us into a kingdom, priests for his God and Father, to him be glory and power forever. Amen.” Revelation 1:5-6

On this feast of Christ the King I thought I’d take a moment and discuss my blog’s name. You see kingsman is not a pop culture reference, but rather a dedication and a realization. A dedication that everything I write be for the greater glory of God our father through Christ Jesus his son. And a realization that I we are called to share in Christ’s role as Priest, Prophet, and King.

Priest. We are called to, like Christ, sacrifice ourselves to the father. We as christians are to be mediators, bridges between God and our fellow man. Prophet. We are called to be messengers of truth sent by God. We are witnesses to the glory of God. How could we possibly be silent? King. A king is an authority. We are called to be authorities on morality and holiness. We must bear in mind that Christ our King ascended to his rightful place by suffering on the cross. Through our suffering may we be united with him and each other.

With everything I write, I seek to fulfill my part of this threefold mission of Christ my King. For I am the King’s man.

Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

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