joe callari

joe callari Sep 2018

Its Over

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

joe callari Jun 2018

My Shadow

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

joe callari Feb 2017

Your Own...

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...

joe callari Aug 2016

The Ocean of Life

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...

joe callari Jul 2016

Your Own

Time is of the essence as clouds roll spinning clock wise...blue is the background of infinity but the naked eye can only see close...the tip of an iceberg can be a mountain no one can climb...life can be measured in milliseconds or centuries as light beams dart from dessert to destiny...dry barren, lush luxurious is determined by your own mind...a penny can mean so much and millions can be so little...beauty is in the eye of the beholder...this is so true with just a glance...Dreams fulfilled from another's imagination can only be reached by a dreamer...Time is of the essence...Belonging to YOUR thoughts opens the way to your destiny, your life, your love, your heart...

joe callari Jul 2016

Me

Non existing no matter how you try...spots of a leopard never change here's why...time can demolish those who allow time to control there thoughts...not important to most with lies and deceit by the one closest can hurt to the core...numbness is protection from years of mistrust by those closest...strength is yours with a mind that can block pain...My heart is open but words from others are gospel and I'm no longer with knowledge...This train is one way with a destination leading to another land...My audience is now one...Me

joe callari Aug 2015

Evolution of this Man

Evolution of this Man

Born in the wind of a summers day a infant boy arrives pure and without sin. The sun touches him for the first time and he is blessed. Speed grace and power he is to possess with humility for all to see. He is destined for greatness, gold appears with just a simple touch and people for no good reason will adorn him. Life progresses and success is plenty without the young mans knowledge of the universe. Gluttony, debauchery, hypocrisy could easily take form in a world known to few...caught up in the spiral of indulgence is for those who spew talent sought after by the masses. A mirror becomes not such a good friend as reality takes the place of surrealism. What found was now lost, time rings the bell and shows the scars that life delivers even if you are not at home. Brilliant in mind will not escape the derelict of time. Belief in false promise he is a target for those with malice. With fight as a winner losing is in plenty. Rationality, Generosity, Curiosity is the norm for celebration to those who choose to use.
In the wind of a summers day a old man discovers all his sins.
The sun touches him for the first time and he is cleansed.

Joe Callari