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

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

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

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

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