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Jerry Joseph Dec 2012
Who on Earth were these people
From the past, who made sense
Of a world without iPods, iPads or plumbing?
What’s up with those towering minds of yesteryear?
From where did they come and how come?
Goethe standing so tall
Voltaire you tower!
And bend over Beethoven,
I can’t reach your low five.
What grant of Gods favor gave them sight?
Awesome mighty minds of the past.
Descartes, I think so you are,
So smart that I think I am not.
Galileo you saw heaven before I had eyes.
Einstein, Da Vinci, Archimedes
You and your kind will all live forever,
Men will stand upon your shoulders
And then die.
I love to read the writing of the great minds. It makes me feel so small, so inconsequential. I try to understand, I read more books that explain what I've read. Then it dawns on me. I am inconsequential. I'm OK with that. Thanks to the human genius of the past there's really never been a better time to live....
Jerry Joseph Dec 2012
You inspire me.
I see a labyrinth of wonder
When I look into your eyes.
I see another being looking back
And I don't feel so alone.

You inspire me.
I see a sole-mate looking back
And a feeling fills my empty voids
With your grace and beauty
With your patience and smiles.

You inspire me.
Your courage and determination
Warms my thoughts
And lightens my worries.
Your gaze frees me.

You inspire me.
I am enamored to  stay
And share another day
To explore the mystery
Deep  within your eyes.
Jerry Joseph Sep 2012
Waiting to grow old,
Waiting to grow rich,
Waiting for warm hands,
Waiting for Friday night.

Someday I'll have a job,
Someday I'll marry,
Someday I'll have a child,
Someday I'll miss a Friday Night.

For Friday nights are fun,
For Friday nights are good.
For Friday nights are warm,
For Friday  nights are rich.
Jerry Joseph Sep 2012
"There! See it?" Off ahead it went,
So we started on our way up.
Eager, together, you and I,
We set out to discover everything.

"Listen! Hear it?" A pounding rhythm.
And we danced with girls, lovely girls.
You and I, we lived in the night,
We made our music, we made it proud.

Did you ever think,
About the end?
You once whispered,
"We'll be there, together."
I always thought I knew
What you meant....

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