A veil of light covered in darkness rejoice in the day of night
Visions of love with words of hate bring joy to sadness
Truths of false and facts of fiction stimulate the sense of dullness
Words of genius stupidity of thought consciousness of sleep
But the eye's are slammed shut with malice of good
Yet the eye's can still weep...
Joe Callari 2021
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 1:25 PM UTC
Thoughts by peasants are congratulated by the know-ers of nothing
Pride of rejoice with 2 circles of sin vowed and worn proudly
Serenade of darkness represented in white
A sinner of the 10th Power bears smiles for all
Blinded by joy passengers look through a mirror of a mere image
Little does one know...what is deservedly so.
Joe Callari
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 10:43 PM UTC
Once there was Joy much taken for granted,
Fear is a seed silently planted,
The world goes around torn apart from within...
Maybe just in its due with the payback from sin...
A fight full of Sadness but with fight as we must...
A danger of silence, attack of Disgust...
We move straight ahead without malice or langer
The answer is found amongst all the Anger
Joe Callari
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 6:14 PM UTC
Anguished thoughts hidden from the conscience will surface from within
Happiness wears a mask of love worn by the lack of substance
Abundance of family approval self taught from years of dysfunction can only be seen by the enlighten
Celebration with the enemy no one can see and yet the joy can be felt with hindrance of reality surrounding
Rejoice, rejoice & again rejoice…repetition mirrors life enjoyed by fools
This love for many is proof enough felt by the lucky ones who escaped
A web spun by eight legs tethered but weakened as so to break
Rejoice, rejoice… again rejoice for you are the strength…
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 3:03 PM UTC
The past will not leave with stumbling remembrance of yesterday, a warp in time torments beyond comprehension with reasons of unbearable hope. A hope of non existence where imagination is king. A throne made of thorns is where you may sit to think, ponder, pretend. Pain is the norm with thought processed and bewilderment takes its place. Reasons of good have long been lost, looking back should not be an option but the head keeps turning, rotating, shuffling to a forbidden place. The fight is real, but how does one win against an imaginary foe.
Let It Go, Let It Go.
Joe Callari
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 1:43 PM UTC
Those who are cold and seek shelter will find the eye of the storm at their doorstep
The eye is calm, serene even comforting from the turbulence of your personal journey
Moving ever so slowly
Soon the dark clouds will roll with the mist of one’s value deserving so from the misdeeds handed down by the Trustee
Deceit, lies, of the 10th Power will become the norm for the perpetrator who bestowed them upon others
Thunder, Lighting and Winds of disproportion will furiously rip through the clay foundation thought of as pillars of strength
Crumbling walls of life will crash like tidal waves of mayhem, darkness with fire being the only light
Reap what you sow has been written but not of concern for those who seek a false nirvana
Fear not for the timid or innocent who cross the path of the Trustee as the universe has a way of wreaking havoc that time will not forget.
written by Joe Callari
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 8:00 AM UTC
So now its finally over, the grip is all but gone
I used to be your king but wound up as your pawn
There are no more words to say, respect has long been lost
The best was never good enough, no matter what the cost
Men, Drugs and alcohol will help you ease the pain
The game is nothing new to you, a circle of insane
A carefree world where you reside an imaginary land
The clock is ticking oh so fast a minute glass of sand
Leaps and bounds were asked of me, yet left me on a fence
All the others are so good now seen with much pretence
Manipulated love, back and forth is how it goes
You left the door wide open but now my door is closed.
Joe Callari
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC
My shadow is a friend that merely never ages
His life an open book with at least 60 pages
No hurt no pain no wrinkles on his face
Never out line and always in his place
He's never had to love... disappointment not at hand
Opinions he has not but will always make a stand
The sun the moon can help him cast a glow
Not a worry in the world regret he does not know
Money's not a factor for this he does not care
No matter what I say or do he'll always be right there
So when the day arrives and go to greet the sun
If he is not beside you, you know your time is done
Joe Callari
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 10:48 PM UTC
Silence is deafening with signs of impending betrayal...importance is lost with growth from a fake sun...words of a plastic prophet are taken as gospel with followers of the weak...loneliness becomes an ally...winds of change can be felt as Remembrance sweeps the corners of your mind...nonetheless life is better as the moon shadows dance to a different drum...only time holds the answer to what lies ahead...fullness of oneself is rendered in opinion and reflects on the world through a rose colored mirror. Heed...I think loudly...but the weak can not heed or read the mind and only take the word of the foolish one...
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 7:41 AM UTC
The endless cycle repeats without courage as those whimper sentiments of non sense...The party of one goes on with grandeur as crashing waves erode your sand foundation...the undertow of life pulls you forward as you stand still...lessons learned become lost in the sea of happiness as the tide climbs slowly...gasping breath will soon take the place of music as the dance floor empties...the moon the sun...the sun the moon supplies the flashing lights which hypnotize the sense of time realized as fleeting moments. Fleeting?...How many times can we be awakened...Welcome to the ocean of Life...
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 12:22 PM UTC