Days of Gold

These are the days of Gold

Days of Love & Loss

of Triumph & Failure

These are the days

we’ll remember when old.

These are the nights of Joy

nights of Song & Laughter

of Life & Conversation

These are the nights

we’ll forever live for.


This was a piece I had written a good while back and just never knew what to do with. I had held on to the stanzas above telling myself they weren’t ready that they needed something more. my perspective was changed the other day while on the train. A man with a guitar in a knapsack and a message of love and hope hopped on. After having played a few Bob Marley songs and leaving his impact, he left, presumably to play for another train full of people.

Right then and there something clicked. It was wrong of me to withhold “Days of Gold.” It’ll never be finished; it’ll never be ready. All that matters is the willingness to be vulnerable. So anyway, go make something you love, and then give it way for the sake of someone else.

Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

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It’s a tired Feeling

an Exhaustion that creeps into your bones

“Get some sleep” they suggest

If only it was that easy,

sometimes turning it off and back on again

Simply doesn’t work.

though it’s not all gloom and doom

retrospect shows more good than bad

there’s always something to smile at

our lives are comprised of moments

yet even the biggest pile of beautiful ones

struggles to offset the emotion of one bad one.

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I tell you this

not so you’ll fret

rather that maybe you’ll understand.

To show you the cracks in my facade

my belief is that they’re a beautiful part

of a whole person.

These are my immense and unique flaws

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Conclusion —

pick your chin up,

Because we all hurt a little.

and you are definitely not alone

you see we all share the human condition

So Apply the past to the future

know that the good always trumps the bad,

the sun will rise tomorrow,

and that we always continue to Be more


Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

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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the Man & the Moon

¶Here’s to the traveler on the long road

growing weary with the passing miles

His to ponder and smoke

His to pace and listen

the moon his guide, he ever presses forward

 

¶Here’s to the student deep in his books

looking towards a future yet to come

Regret and worry pursue him

Rain and doubt assail him

the moon grows faint, and his hope is the daybreak

 

¶Here’s to the lover lost in another’s eyes

patiently waiting the words to say

Stars and laughter his currency

Songs and whispers his language

with the moon as witness, a love always remains

 

¶Here’s to the tale that goes on

of the Man and the Moon

ever companions in it all


Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

Break of Day

I have walked a thousand miles and I will walk a thousand more. Searching. Always searching. All to find the break of day. Possessing a passion for life that leads me on. Constantly seeking whatever should come next. On this path I often find obstructions. They are distractions and demons, wholly determined to bring me down. Time and again I painfully rise, Infinitely better for having lived the previous day. I’ve come to believe that the end point is but a small part for now. my concern becomes rising each day prepared to grow evermore.

I have walked these thousand miles. And I will walk a thousand more, all before the break of day.

Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

Hold tight

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I always provide the convenient lie, that I simply do not have the time. Again and again I shout the line, I SIMPLY DO NOT HAVE THE TIME!! Time to go and time to see, time to love and time to be. Carried along by a busy life. Telling all I simply do not have the time. no matter my mind, the painful truth rings out still. That I simply have not made the time. It chides me by my own mouth and bids me rise. I must choose to act. Only I can alter this. For this my only life. Henceforth I choose to make the time. Time to go, and time to see. Time love, and time to be. I choose to hold tight and begin my wondrous life.

Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

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

Tremble & Trust

This is me.

The tremble in my voice.

The shake in my hand.

This is everything.

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This is work,

my classes,

my commitments,

my prayers,

my friendships,

my dreams,

All of it.

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This is a million thoughts

unable to escape.

This is who I am,

my everything.

And if I could,

I’d write it all for you.

I’d trust you with it all…


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.

*

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

Hello old Friend

Hello old friend, did you miss me?

It has been so long, I’d forgotten your face.

Here now I find turmoil burning in my soul

So come, let us dance in the moonlight!

we’ll forget former woes and look ahead.

Reveling through the night

meeting as if for the first time

and as the sun rises

we shall see each other in a new light.

Perhaps this is the last we shall meet

though I truly doubt that

I know that we are inseparable

we share a future and a past

our fates are intertwined.

again and again my heart replies,

Hello old friend, oh how I missed you…


Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe