Joseph D

Joseph D Mar 2017

The child is at the park.
The child is happy.

"What am I," he asks to the back of his mind.
"What is that flower," he asks aloud.
For it was in a vibrant patch that lay a speck of total green.

A lone stem for which its color does not show,
"until it has the chance to fully grow."
The parent had finished her thought.
The child only picked up one word.

The adult is at the park.
The adult is curious.

"I understand," she says to herself.
"I agree," she continues.
"We are truly lucky to have ever experienced anything at all."

The garden is colorless, a small patch of snow lingers,
It can be difficult when you feel an end in sight.
"We should not take what we shared for granted.
We should be happy.
I should always love.

Sometimes things you see, can be the hardest to find."

For Grandma
1942 -

#happiness #fair

Joseph D Apr 2016

Snake in the Grass

Survivors of the first pattern that feared death
Born a slave to the chain of events binding every breath

This story was written, but the last chapter is torn
All efforts to piece together a story to fit in, but a mirror is all that's ever formed

As your breathe fogs the final pages
Words form like thoughts on shower glass
Take the time to teach those that take time for granted, and maybe then it won't be seen as a snake in the grass
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Joseph D Apr 2016

Content With Limitation

I find the further you run from darkness
The more you forget what light is
No effort, no drive in the slightest
Not convinced I'm more than a casted mast for my shadow
Set sails for the other end of this fish bowl
Can you end a true existential crisis
When you think you may only exist in the family memory VCR tape

The more encapsulated I feel the less inclined I am to escape
I feel free to be trapped in this cosmic frame rate
Click, fast forward, turn this bowl into a mote
I'd sooner call myself depressed than test the true universal remote

Joseph D Dec 2015

Draft

The slower the beat of the soul,
The faster it's vessel goes
When reality's the only dream
Where you don't want to get out bed for
Everyone eventually must also slow
And scrap for change to pay the toll
When the road splits at the seam Thank those yellow lines of metaphor

#observe

Joseph D Dec 2015

Observe,

While in slower beating of the soul,
The quicker it's vessel seems to go

You begin to scrap for change to face the toll
The toll where eventually everyone must also slow

What should you do when the road splits at the seam?
When there appears to be the one dream without the will to get out of bed for?
You thank the thoughts that drew those yellow lines of metaphor.

#untitled

Joseph D Oct 2015

Three Certainties

I walk this passage of three certainties

There is no turning back.
The fog's blanket is eternal.
Only the next step can be seen.

Not all doors unlock with a set of keys

One foot stalks the other.
Only to reach a sign of fate.
Dead End never seemed so serene.

Change replaces fog as it lifts with ease

The road forks left and right.
The next step grows but which one ends.
Seems two roads I must choose between.

Not all that is certain appears in threes

#syllables #threes

Joseph D Aug 2015

SclerAltocumulus

The wind greets every blade of grass it passes in song of life's movement, sounds of soft words whisper in my ear, the frame of the butterflies jump before my eyes along the path and fill the white clouds with rain as tears trace the lyrics in translation. My imagination.

#eyes #imagination #clouds