Paper mansions set upon nothing but greed
are destined to break and shatter into a void never to be regained by their owner
for you had nothing to begin with.


14. To be mirror friendly is to hold the shallow hand of vain.

15. Prejudice is the enslavement of the heart.

16. Smugness. To live inside yourself to a point that you are better then the very next person standing right next to you.

17.False- hearted people are the poorest people ever
for they live a shallow empty life
full of nothing but themselves.


jo.

Enter The Wind.
And then the wind arched its back and spoke these words to me.

"I am the season under the sun
I am that turtle that swims not in tune to that smallest mustard seed
I am all that you all quake inside for
And this makes me your silent enemy
For of me you never were."

jo.

1 A rolling stone gathers no dust.

2. Life is a song yet to be written.


3. No one wants what you do not have.


4. A page unturned leaves you restless.


5. Instinct tells you nothing, for you never want what you fail to see.


6. Doubting yourself leaves you inside out of something that was once there but you failed to allow yourself the freedom of it.


7. I stand alone in the forest but not a tree quivers for this me that fails to hear what these my eyes never do see.


8. Alone you never are for you are a part of something greater then you.


9. The sea is always filled with water while this my glass is always half filled.


10. The stars are always there, but then why is it that we all fail to see the midnight sky.


11. You see and feel the beauty of the sun but fail to beable to look at it without darkening your palest eyes.


12. The violin quakes your heart but you never come to feel the strings as they stretch out to greet you.

jo.

If.

If the sun danced and the moon cried that long ago night

That night when I laid down and died in the meanest way

For gone was my setting sun

And gone was my moon that whispered words of a love ever lasting

So I laid myself down and I wept long and deep inside of forever where broken promises were strewn by the wayside.

jo.

Once.

Once inside a lifetime ago
I was there

Inside me so that I lied down there inside that place I called just only me
So that I felt safe

And just perhaps even loved by those inward places that held me

But then
Gone they all were

Now I am here forever lost from each one of them

For don’t you all see
That it was not real.

jo.

Caught.

Caught inside the thorns of life
I am in here plucking tomatoes from this my garden

And I pick a handful and they are each so full of worms that I am now sick

And out of time or so it seems
A bee flies on by me and then turns around changing his mind and he stings me,

And "ouch,"  I say outloud,

And the bee stares straight between my eyes and plucks off the petals of a rose that never did bloom.

jo.

Among The Shadows.

Walking here among these shadows I am snatched backwards
as though invisible arms have been there inside of here awaiting my very own arrival,

And torn I am to just turn right straight around and run out of here

But I am caught here inside of this silent shadow and in-between that gap he is there,

And he snaps each one of these strings of mine
and jack hammered,
I am now dissolved inside of a liquid substance
for him to always be able to become of.

jo.