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 Sep 2019
Joseph Childress
Night falls 'round 3pm nowadays
A yellow moon, cockadoos!
Yelling through the blinds
Singing a tune
For a midnight shifts tillings
Yesterday is still today
And it's tomorrow already
 Nov 2014
Joseph Childress
The talk of the town
Is old school revolvers and revolution
Dusty trails and old wives tales
Dusk colored scene
Discolored clouds hover
The thunder brewing in parlors
After hour spirits
Pitched with the passion
Of melting steel
Strikes from the
Blistering heat
Forms the union of labor
Friction at it's finest
The time is a quarter til already
 Nov 2014
Joseph Childress
In due time
I’ll pay what’s owed
Alone for the load of old moves
Payback for loans to sell dreams for a minute
Pimpish
If it’s crazy to be owned by the past I will be finished
Listened
To the choir to acquire what was missing
My soul is tired
Worn like treads of tires
Sneaker soles and old attire
Suited with attributes of a brute
Uncouth in the present of the future forbearing
Telling what’s apparent
Yet no one will listen
Forever imprisoned by debt
Even bankruptcy is too much to afford
Lawyers are costly
Hard to invest in freedom
I’m left
Like the wrong hand
Gambling for the chance
To win
Signing on lines
Next to x’s
Trying to buy back.....
Trying....
I’m trying to...
****...

I need my ******* soul back!
 Nov 2014
Joseph Childress
I need balance
I’m too extreme like my beliefs
Far too sorry to apologize
Forgiveness would be a lie I couldn’t live with

Balancing under pressure became a crushing defeat
Misfires and misdirection can land the highest man beneath
Untreated wounds breed infection
The lessons learned are easy to remember
Dismembered and off-kilter

Unbalanced drunkards lay wasted like death
Effigies of what used to be
¨**** it¨ attitudes
Added to the frustration
Of falling and failing, my fault
I brought shook hands
Like an addict

Moderation is balance
My mode is moody
******* and impatient
I meditated to medicate anger
¨Endangered species fighting for survival!¨
Was the greatest lie I ever told
I fought a war for peace
More violent than buddha’s
And I won
I won a deadly victory

Balance was not built for chaos
I’m a riot, raunchy
What I want no longer haunts me
I’m not a victim of crime
Im the victor
Missteps led me away from destruction
My mistakes were made
To save me
First poem I wrote in 2 years, I've been adding old poems for a while. Excited to be back in the spirit. Hope you Enjoy!
 Jun 2014
Joseph Childress
Joseph Childress

Do you know what happens when a preacher has an issue?
Reminiscent of a gangster,
He reaches for his pistol.
Fully loaded, as he explodes it,
He knows it can’t miss you.
Bullets of advice he uses to settle the differences,
And his bible helps his mission.
Ammunition for the spirit and the mind
From divine intervention,
Hit men for a cause, who has a price on their head?
Devoted to his job he empties the clip full of holy lead,
Exorcising the demons
Controlling your uncontrollable urge to sin.
But sometimes old endings
Are merged with new beginnings
Thus blending
This unstoppable urge to again, begin sinning,
Then again presenting
The need for the preacher’s mending.
This demon won’t stop trying,
Though it can be managed.
The demon will never die, but it can be damaged.
Hearts not strong enough become salvage,
Unless the Preacher with his pistol
Assures the demon is vanquished.
The never ending war between good and evil
Still has to be fought.
Hopefully Heaven has enough arsenals
To help those distraught.
 Jun 2014
Joseph Childress
21
A shape
Has meaning
After we shape
The meaning
If we shave
The faults
Off an object
We’re left
With nothing
But the truth

Direction
Air planes
Move on coordinates
Coordinated
By its pilot
In light
Of the mission
Before
Creation
Or rather
For creation

Quick
Quickness
Is determined
By the metric
System
Each step is
Recorded
Then
Put on a pedestal
As truth
While others try to attain
And trick themselves

Believe
Only
Belief
Is deep
Beneath the sheet
Of skin
That wraps your soul
Unravel
Not with your hands
But your mind
And find
What’s inside

God Will
If to freeze
Is to make still
Than thank god
The sun’s moving

The Morn
Morning
Is for the wake
Of a new day
Celebrate
A life lived righteous
There will
Will live on
Through all of us

Worth
Some people try so hard
Not too be forgotten
They say outrageous things
And forget
To say something
Worth knowing

The Dark Place
Jumping from
Thought
To thought
With out putting
A connection
Worth
Presenting
With an audience
That will understand
Your stance
Try not so hard
To say something
Say something
That’s hard to say
But truth
Deep seeded
In that dark place
Behind your eye’s

I wonder
What wee saw
Before sight
Probably
Nothing work
Speaking about

Heaven
Jump ^ over
The ^ tops
And ^ above
Clouds

Go Green
The journey
Was embarked
Embodied
As art
I thought
I walked through the picture
The beautiful land
Laid plain in my eyes
Oh, How I love
To go green

Road 2 Success
A road to be crossed
Is a road
To be watched
Be careful
And sure to look
All ways

Art C Inc.
If I was
Asked
To choose between
Art and Education
I’d go off
On a tangent

Art C. Inc. 2
Creative tools
To be used
In Arts & Crafts
Which one to pick
Is the game

Lost
The compass
Can make
Us
Turn in circles
Trying to find
The right direction

Artsy
The paint brush
Drips
A message
Depicted as perfect
As real life
Even it’s imperfections
Accurately
Portraying
Richness

The Wild
Pick
Through the pieces
And build something
Of your own
Use instruction
As a minor pull
On
Your wild imagination

Claustrophobia
Be not
Afraid of the dark
What’s the difference
Between
The inside of a closet
And inside
Your closed eyes

The Slide
Slides
Of still pictures
Can move
Fast enough
To come alive
If we pull
Them
With a force
That drove us
Out of caves

Heartbeat
Riding
On the high’s
And low’s
Of life
I become a rhythm
A melody
Peacefully
Beating
Like a heart
Nothing else need
The questions
Are already answered
Yes


There will be another
Heartbeat.

Void
We have
To avoid
The void
Or we’ll become it

The Humans
Whose
To say
What truth
Should be based
Off of

How about the plane
We all share
Earth
 Jun 2014
Joseph Childress
The moon and night Sky
Are the greatest couple
I ask the moon
Why it cheats
Peaking in the daylight
At times
Does dawn
Not bring enough
Satisfaction?

Im sad this fraction
Of earth
Works so hard
To outshine the sun
Bright
Moon
You have something
So much more
Beautiful
The night falls
At your feet
Treat her
Like the queen
She is
More diamonds
Than any chain
Or ring
Will ever see
Staring at her stars
Are something
Us city dwellers
No longer enjoy
We stole
Zues’s powers
To electrify
This city life
Now the street lights
Blink
As we speed
Like lightning
Pass the things
We need
Don’t be like us
Please
Appreciate
The precious
Nature of the night
And remain
In the darkness
We have
Judjged carelessly
As if it was wrong
Though
The birds sing
And
The wolves cry
They sing
A song
Sung from the soul
Falsetto
Truth echoes
In the cold air
The moon and the night sky
Please
Stay together
Wether the weather
Is sunny days
Or a constant storm
You’re relationship
Is not the norm
Teach us how to love
Through hardships
And shine off the waters
Dancing in the essence
Which brings life...
 Jun 2014
Joseph Childress
Memento Mori
The Momentum
Builds
Before I make
My last stop
The brakes screech
As I try to prevent
This
Moment of descent
It's
Tragic that this happened
All at once
Once upon a time
Rarely ends
Happily ever after
Especially
When your not ready
For what’s after
The happiness
Once in time

Memento Mori
Remember this story
Of how a boy
Became a man
Who couldn't backtrack
From this dead end
The tomb stone
Pops up
At the end
Of this book of life
It becomes
The Book of the Dead
A curse
After the gift
Accursed
After this present
Moment of Content
Clarity
Is a rarity
While alive
Why
Does the picture
Become clear
Once we're
About to die

Memento Mori
Moments in mourning
Where's the morning
Out of reach
In the dawn
Of bad news
And breaks
The moon breaks the day
The Up rise
Of the final sunset
Upset
The sunrise
This morning
Was just a warning
To remember
I must die
 Jun 2014
Joseph Childress
Joseph Childress

Soft words
Are usually preferred
During pillow talks
Foolishly
I foolheartledly
Brought hard words
Harsh
& Disturbed
Which
Hardily makes sense
Since
Your sentiment
Didn't deserve
The sediment
Provided
From my concrete heart
I argue
Our argument
Was all my fault
I dumped asphalt
On the sandy beach
You provided
For our sweet retreat
You retrieved
My roughness
And smoothed
The edgy conversation
Tamed my
Toughness
And soothed
The painful consternation
You could
Ease the temperament
And impatience
Of anger management patients
All the while
Showing
The peacefulness in his
War within
Finding righteousness
In his right to yell
You respect
His freedom of speech
But with each
Negative comment
You seek
To find
The positive content
In the layers beneath

You see the beauty
In the mess
Like an abstract painting
Made for the
Artistically elite
My poor sense
Of creativity
Is lifted
From your richness
I dropped
Destruction
But always
Pick it
Back up
Like bad habits

Rehabilitate me this
Last time
And I promise
I’ll never
Cast a shadow again
I’ll shine
In every way
I direct my attention

Hopefully
Its not too late
But knowing you
My lateness
Will be welcomed
Like a homecoming
You seldom
Look at my faults
And not find
Greatness
 Jun 2014
Joseph Childress
Ms. Miss Me
Messes with the mess
Of Me
Messianic Masonic Messiah
Making mountainous modules
Manufactured from the make-shift
Makings of my soul
Which lifts me
Higher than before
It’s
Mysterious mysticallity
How you made me
After you met me
The misogynistic misogamist misfit
Meets Ms. Perfect
You misled me
You knew I didn’t want to fall in love
I mistreated you
And now
I miss seeing you
Mr. Missed Her
Mistakenly misunderstood
Her magic
For a trick
My mania must mean
I’m
Malevolently maiming my mind
Never mind me
NO!
Forever mind me
You’re forever mine
Even if only in the mind
My metal moccasins
Stump through
The mine field
On my quest to find you
Again
Constant explosions
Milling
A million
M-80’s to make
A metaphor
Of the fire within
The fireworks
I mean
Hopefully the fire works
I destroyed your
Mint commission
I meant condition
Your mint condition
Was devalued
From my mixed intentions
And messages
Monotonous tasks
To get you back
I get your back
And stay forever
In your past

Empty
M.T.
Mt. Empty

You built me
Just to leave me
Empty
 May 2014
Joseph Childress
I feel
The rubble under my toes
The lost destiny
Beneath my feet
The past
Portrayed defeat
More work to be done
Than minutes
Left
In the clock's small hands
Then
I bent my knees
To to undue the destruction
Though
I won't finish
Before my seconds
Diminish
The second
Gener-
Ation
May make it
Just a little weight
From the bolders
Lifted off thier shoulders
The beginning
Has to start somewhere
Why not
Where the apparent
-
Ending is sitting
Right next to us
-
Let's use the strength
Of a billion men
To lift the curtains
As they fall

If "happily ever"
Ever wants to happen
We have to accept
It's probably
"After"
We're dead

Whose strong enough
To face this truth
This fear
And work through the tears
Of our demise
Which
Will be met
Before our son rises
Don't wipe your eyes!
Let our cries
Form the oceans
That were ****** dry
In our time
So our children
Will view earth
As it once was
Once "was"
Becomes us
We'll be proud of what we were
And maybe
For the first time
History wont repeat itself
 May 2014
Joseph Childress
Let our collective imagination
Turn to stone
Antique collectibles
For our future
To own

The dissent
In current politics
Tries to prevent
The Third World War…

Earth’s civil war

The third rock
Becomes
The third world

Third eye
See’s it all
But
The blind leads us

Illuminati Catholicism

The Popes
False sense of hope
Falls
Since
The World holds on
And drags us
All
Down with it

Withering destiny
Dying
In the arms of humanity

Beautiful bibles
Used against
Those
Who know no
Interpretation

The courageous Koran
Has a cordial
Approach to
Oppression
The New Age Martyr
Dies
And ties a noose
Big enough
For two

Jews choose to
Subdue
The wealth
Money is the root
Of it all
But whose truly to blame
If the claims
To royalty
Are fought by all

No-names
Fight for fame
Like nomads
Of a tribe
The top
Is pursued
With the body left behind
Most kings end headless
With their body left behind

The future
Is a faint painting
Blurred from lack of vision
The piece lacks
Precision
From those high
Off power
Making the wrong decisions
 May 2014
Joseph Childress
I love
You
Don’t care

In-diff-er-ent
Isn't paid
Much attention
In my apartment
We’ll
End-if-her-rent
Isn’t paid
In our
Department
But who cares?

Separation
Doesn't
Always cause pain
And pain
Isn't always
The cause
Of separation

We just
Happened
To drift away
Like
Messages in a bottle
Off the coast
With no intent
Of being found
Our lonely islands
Are crowded
With shadows
Of friends

We forget the darkness
Because at least
We no longer
Burn each other
With our angst
And anger

We remember
Everything
Except rations
Of ourselves
We left
Like t-shirts
And underwear
Tangled
In each others
Laundry

Then throw
Them away
Find them
Another day
in the exact same place
We excavated them
The returnment
Of our undesirables
Show fate’s
Sense of humor
But
Only a stubbornness
Such as ours
Could devour fate
And disavow
The vows
It set out
To make...

We
Will
Never
Be
Again
Never
Again
Will
We
Be

Sums
Up the sum
Of each halves
And the total
Is something
The totaled
Hearts
Can live with...
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