Song of the Warrior Poet

author’s note: it’s been awhile since last I wrote. Finally I started looking to those I know and drawing inspiration from them. Enjoy

This life is full of people who don’t know why they smile and say hello. The same conversation repeated over and again among the ranks of adults all the way “til death. Little variation and little motivation to change. A rhythmic beat to which society marches. Though occasionally we meet someone different, someone with the spark of madness. These are those who have something to say and the passion to act instead of just talk. These the fighters who stand up, not to be counted, but rather to take a stand. These the orators who speak with the elegance of an ancient philosopher. mesmerized¬† by their words, we draw to them as if they were gurus. When really they’re just us if only we had the courage to be more outspoken and driven. They live the lives we dream of, giving us something to strive towards. And they, they are the ones who will lead us, modern day warrior-poets.

Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

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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

Before the Tempest

Stand on the verge of the precipice

Prepare for what is to come.

In my heart I hope that I am ready

a storm rising in the West,

a wind in the valley below,

the results of a tumultuous spring

Again waging the revolution of life.

See the crash of light,

and the Fearsome dance goes on,

the inevitable Fight of time

Immovable forces forever tumble in the night

the risk is real, exposed as I am

unnoticeable to the tempest

Still I remain, standing here

taunting the beasts I face

“Is that all you can do?!”


Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

…para llevar

Sometimes all you need is

to be in strange places

with strange people.

to go beyond yourself

and discover what comes next.

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Out there is big, bad world.

one that will inevitably break you.

you’ll find yourself at the bottom

there you’ll also find your demons waiting

But I beg you not to lose hope,

Those strange people

the ones that are always there

will know to stretch out a friendly hand.

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“Be not afraid” and just go.

See the unimaginable

experience it all

and gain a broader perspective

because in the end

It’s all an adventure

So laugh at everything

Sing like an idiot

and make some mac+cheese “para llevar”


Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

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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Tell me a story

my words grow few

nothing permeates my foul mood

meaningless chatter is nothing more

Please, just tell me a story.

make it a good one

Weave a tale of heroics & half-truths

that Inspire me to listen.

show me something worthwhile,

Bring me back to earth

go ahead, Tell me a Story…


Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

Twenty-One

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I turned 21 on a street corner

a discreet place to grow old

conversing of mecca & happenstance

Our words foreign to the place.

Beyond me lays a world yet unknown,

piece by piece I strive to comprehend.

Though not a child of the Spanish son

adopted by the indifference of night

As I turn 21 on a street corner


Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

a short note to self

Beyond what you know lies a whole new world. Beyond one’s comfort zone is the realm of infinite possibility. It is ours for the taking, all that is required is that we agree to take each step anew.

Comfort is an illusion. What is there if we do not push the boundaries? Where we sit offers nothing but decay and more of the same. Now full disclosure, pushing the envelope will hurt. It’ll push back, and you’ll discover pain. Always the best we can do is simply keep trying.

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Your journeys will earn you scars. Pieces of you left behind, and experiences carried onward. Sometimes it’ll be tangible changes; a face worn by the sun, or a tongue with a hint of another language. Often they are less apparent and yet more powerful. Perhaps you’ll have a new perspective, or maybe you’ll encounter an entire paradigm shift. With certainty, travel makes you a different person.

Change is important. It helps us understand better who we are. Change allows us to discard that which pollutes us, and is the lens through which we may focus on that which remains important. It is easy to become dismayed by the anxiety and hurt we feel, exposed as we are. It’s in these moments that I strive to remember why I do this. It is not for myself now, rather I continue to Bemore for the person I will be tomorrow. Always tomorrow.

Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

Status Quo

Your silence is deafening

does it help you see?

If so, your actions scream indifference.

How could you witness this,

and not do anything?

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I understand The fear.

the Fear of fronting the wrong words

Is that who you are?

A man forever positioned

by the primal force of fear

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No! I believe you can Be more

you are well-versed

in the ways of refined words

Yet your silence permeates your soul

You choose to not declare a single thought.

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Tradition holds silence as a form of consent,

permission to the status quo

are you absolutely Fine with that?

Yes, Each word we choose has an impact

though not nearly the power of our silence.


Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

In thanksgiving

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I wasn’t going to post anything today. But then I thought, you know what? Tomorrow is thanksgiving here in the U.S. might as well capitalize on it. God knows every other niche in our society uses it to their advantage.

I’m reminded that I have so much to be thankful for in my life. Among which I must count this this site where I am able to share my pointless writing with you.

As a treat I want to share something that is actually beautiful, aka not written by Joe… Below is the ancient prayer of thanksgiving. Enjoy.

Te Deum laudamus: te Dominum confitemur.
Te aeternum Patrem omnis terra veneratur.
Tibi omnes Angeli; tibi caeli et universae Potestates;
Tibi Cherubim et Seraphim incessabili voce proclamant:
Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus, Dominus Deus Sabaoth.
Pleni sunt caeli et terra maiestatis gloriae tuae.
Te gloriosus Apostolorum chorus,
Te Prophetarum laudabilis numerus,
Te Martyrum candidatus laudat exercitus.
Te per orbem terrarum sancta confitetur Ecclesia,
Patrem immensae maiestatis:
Venerandum tuum verum et unicum Filium;
Sanctum quoque Paraclitum Spiritum.
Tu Rex gloriae, Christe.
Tu Patris sempiternus es Filius.
Tu ad liberandum suscepturus hominem, non horruisti Virginis uterum.
Tu, devicto mortis aculeo, aperuisti credentibus regna caelorum.
Tu ad dexteram Dei sedes, in gloria Patris.
Iudex crederis esse venturus.
Te ergo quaesumus, tuis famulis subveni: quos pretioso sanguine redemisti.
Aeterna fac cum sanctis tuis in gloria numerari.
V.  Salvum fac populum tuum, Domine, et benedic hereditati tuae.
R.  Et rege eos, et extolle illos usque in aeternum.
V.  Per singulos dies benedicimus te.
R.  Et laudamus nomen tuum in saeculum, et in saeculum saeculi.
V.  Dignare, Domine, die isto sine peccato nos custodire.
R.  Miserere nostri, Domine, miserere nostri.
V.  Fiat misericordia tua, Domine, super nos, quemadmodum speravimus in te.
R.  In te, Domine, speravi: non confundar in aeternum.

If you have a few minutes go listen to it in the traditional Gregorian chant here or there’s one of the better known English translations of it here.

Anyway, I hope you all have a good Thanksgiving, eat too much turkey and all that. If you happen to see a retail worker who has to leave dinner early because people can’t seem to wait one more day to shop, give them a hug. Make it weird for everybody.

Peace, Love, and Happiness…

–Joe

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