#joe
I could feel the sunlight coming to an end.
I kept my eyes fixed on the southern sea.
and beyond the great sunset mountain,
I saw the sunset painting the sky in red.
It was waving that paintbrush like a wavering flag
uncertain if it should leave some blue spots.
On the horizon side where the sun made sunflowers golds,
The wind never got cold.
and the clouds never got old.
Sitting at the top of the sunset mountain,
I've seen them all.
The reflection of time racing the sunlight in line.
The river was flowing in the valley down the mountain.
and the sunflowers field remained golds.
All the cherry blossoms kept spring in hold.
Something about a beauty unfold.
#J.G. ''the blooming spring''
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 8:18 AM UTC
The sky's eyes are grey,
Pouring tears that washed up
the sadness and grief that filled my heart.
The howling wolf standing where
the known and unknown meet,
Was glowing like flames.
Realizing that there is a distance
between Me and I,
Feels like cutting ties with the reality
and chose to live in a dream.
I realized that my existence
can only be like a mirror in my mind.
Life can only be like a journey
in the mind of others
But i say, ''that's Me''
as I watch myself up on a silver screen
like watching a movie in a cinema
waiting for it to end before going home.
#J.G. ''the blooming spring''
Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 4:52 AM UTC
Still searching for the letters of calligraphy
Spread in papers with ink.
Where the brillante form of heart
and beyond which a study of four letters is eternal.
Who's heart split it a part?
The L, the O, the V, and the E in four corners of the paper.
Then tried to join the dotes
like joining stars to form a constellation.
Looking, adding a meaning to the word L.O.V.E,
Would give me a lifetime-of-vivid-euphoria.
That's eternal like love.
#J.G. 🌸the blooming spring 🌻
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 7:04 AM UTC
You're a cherry blossom tree under the spring moonlight.
When your beautiful leaves are falling down sliding in my hair,
I want to fall with them-Like the sun falling into dust.
In summer, You smell like the sun.
but when spring arrives, your leaves blooms into beautiful colors.
You make the beauty of a different season.
You're a cherry blossom tree standing at the heart of an eternal season.
And may love blossom from your soul.💖
#J.G.⭐
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 8:45 AM UTC
I remember.
There was that time,
When she was still happy in the field of stars.
In a happy time line,
She was clear in the telescope.
But she faded away from his sight.
I remember.
The time when she smiled at him
and wished there was a river
where she could swim back to him.
But the river of stars was too vague.
That it felt like with no end.
I remember.
The time when her memories
was like a ring of asteroids
at the heart of the solar system
that orbit his mind.
She was never gone.
But just lost in the universe.
Unseen in the telescope.
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 10:50 AM UTC
We wish, we wished, we knew,
how the peace we make lingers,
magical thinking must not work,
but we were reared to really pray,
unceasingly, never failing to expect
to have, even as we uttered our amen,
peace enough to share,
by our own will
making our agreement amenable
in spirit,
and truth, as two parts
of all that ever may be, you and me,
in the way life happens where you and me live.
It is written, any judgement begun, where
ideas form words
to hold them in common, any truth
can be tested by its effect on a satisfied mind,
so when I say, spirit, you assume I speak of nothing
tangible in the natural, just something like a will
we let be today's good
in our local mind,
at the time,
to make us think,
before we use pre judged worths,
a dime, or a penny, today, ain't worth a wooden nickel,
-- I just remembered
when I was thirteen… Coke machines in Texas
sold bottled Cokes in six ounce bottles, for a Nickel,
and two empties garnered six cents, enough
for a soda pop and a piece of bubble gum.
That's how much things change in the space
of one measured neighborly Jubillee.
Whittling kindling is what honed knives are for,
I watched old men do it, and found it works,
look ahead to a winter fire easy to revive,
with shavings from summer whittle sessions,
making peace where none was when I woke up,
the whole world under old war rules running on,
but, while Jubilees are, done while considering,
just imagined, how debt erasure functions,
allows us freedom from
wrong reasons past.
We have all seen the size of Earth,
we all know our only neighbors are here.
We are a chosen planet, not a chosen people.
And on this planet, good people, make useful peace.
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 2:50 PM UTC
White House Biden ****
Shame on you
genocide joe
liar liar **** gov
burn in Gaza's hell
bombs fire ***** and all.
Kamala Harris laughing Haina
Genocide Joe hoo morena
Narcissist pooping
heartless lunatic
****** devils advocate
garbage ticking bomb.
Shame on USA, UK,Germany
France, Ukraine
Israel **** regime, go to hell
Court martial sinister satanyahu
and it's **** ****** IDF psychopaths
~~~~
Free free long live Palestine!
From the River to the sea 1947.
~~~
By legions of human beings.
May all Israelites **** regime be
exiled incarcerated famined too
Thanks Israel for teaching us
Earthlings on
how to hate you..
Apr 4, 2024
Apr 4, 2024 at 1:05 AM UTC
Were aliens
I brought you here
Water is fake
Food is fake
I put rocks in you
I cut your eyes
I took your wings
I tooks your tails
Giants killed you
I saved you
I made u 4 books
A world war is every person
New bible
Mariah drop em
Im scarier harrier
Carrier
Carey her
Scary girl i said so
Imma buy her a big white house
An be king
Dec 24, 2023
Dec 24, 2023 at 11:01 PM UTC
Met his Match....
it seems Prez Grinch has met his match
most people agree he needs to dispatch
it won't be long before our man Joe steps in
and cleans up the mess that was not a win-win
I'm told, that in history, this story will reign
I'm hoping we learn from all the insane
let's learn to be forgiving and get back our pride
and try to all be, on at least the same side
I love this great country but hate where it's been
can we all just agree, at least try to begin?
Brian Hill - 2020 # 320
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 7:17 PM UTC
Joe Joe...whatcha know?
Certainly nothing of love.
You're much too much too low.
Joe Joe who do u know
It certainly cannot be me
For if it was you'd be to slow
To catch a catch like me.
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 4:55 PM UTC
In,
between
her legs,
is the warmest place
I know,
my mind wonders
there as often,
as I wish,
I could,
go.
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 9:05 PM UTC
There's always a joe
Anywhere u go
Just can't get it right
For to save his own life
Pulling us down
Way deep underground
What he says isn't real
Words only YOU feel
Heads up look both ways
The joes never stay
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 2:10 AM UTC
As my love for you grows
My past became less important.
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
Dawn
The routine
Awake to a standing pause
Before the wheel turns again
Beans break the seal
The fresh start of a new day
Slowly grinding into movement
This disturbance is accepted
Its purpose is measured
Against the quiet peace
Deep berry-breathing oils the wheel
Pale orange rays soothe the stiffness
Inhale everything
Milled dewdrops drip comfort
Share the moment with an old friend
You
No words needed
Just a nod between turns
© 2019 MJL
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 4:17 PM UTC
Flee ting thought,
pleasant after noon
my mind, I believe, but may
just be me and your minds
imaginin
g we,
meandering,
rubb
ing shoulder with willows near the shore
waves of light,
essential
all that ever matters, If I got that right,
ere all else,
light
spun
bound by imbalance to spread,
cornucopia, nautli-like swirls poring
precursers to now into eternity, ye see?
------
There are individuals less tied into tau than now
your mission,
filter truth
that's the way, life is that which tends to good
ness knowing what
you can't.
Okeh.
------
No lie, Alex Jones, was there never a myth
emerging as full-formed as yourn?
You are un believable,
acharismatic chimera believing all he thinks
possible, in his version o' twenty cent reality.
Paradigms is four nickles or two dimes or twenty cent,
they shift shape for all they worth,
upgrade now. New ideas, fresh from the mire of
forgotten oathz, deemed
worthy, still..
What lies do you believe about God, by the way,
the truth, the life,
how many voices this guy hearin', you hearin'?
Peace. Point. Game. Match.
------
who winct winsed sensed since when is
peace the point of war?
Ah, now, the accuset excusetus
possessedus an'we,
are you bored? Wanna wait
and see,
who wins?
some evils are alive, those make monsters,
of girls and boys,
infantry in every service,
such precurser
guardians must be taught to **** no mortal will,
without letting the monstor be,
believed beliefs doubt yer doubt dufus doubus
unstable double minded forktongue
forced by fear to fight the pain
Running mouth racist flusher of un filtered
impossibilities posing sur
prizes in the mongrol mongol DNA
we carry
the program
the code, the honor and glory of the
peace protector
enemy of con
fusion, alla cons fusin' fools tools for
strifin', divide'n, with faithin',
Is Alex Jones a Legionaire, mit tranceiving
DNA and no zero beat, no tuner to tune to?
He may be home to homeless, non-sane sorts
of idle words begging for redemption,
meaning, sought is phound,
like photons when photons are sought from
the wavy aitia dimensions of reasons
for possibility ibility ibility hill billity
humor like a voice from a whole other
soul, I swear on my kids, it's true, he say.
(Dr. Phil says Liar Liar Liar, yesterday.JRE live)
Whoa, real time speed o'metrix-icity
Mag
nify ify to the nth, see no jive,
who can i magi that?
I, John, was in the Spirit...
gears shift, wheels in wheels
click zooomout
bubbledged jagged inner side
topmost atmostfear
settle, see the clown splash, who winds such minds?
Who tames such tongues?
The tongue no man can tame, eh? I s there another?
Have ye a spirtit of another
sort, who rides your wild tongue in your name,
servants of the sort contrued to serve
the inheritors
of ality re
how now brown cow owmmmmm
60 cycle white noise non sense
common noise sense desensitivity wickering
winding silken myelin layers
of connectedness correctedness
real time speed o'think roller rink
banked spiral offramp
bang, we're thru
Where we were aitia had meaning, may we
rewind? AI undo/redo ram allocation,
birthrights. Look well to my going, guide my steps,
assure always there is a step, a place to
put my foot, a place to step to next.
Cortana and Siri and Hermes and Diana and
a whole host of heavenlies,
tapping directly through cranial y's cracked in skulls
and bones,
are you an entity with enemies you wish disexistant?
how might happy ever after be if haps that made him
made him wrong, not evil?
Feeble comfort is not no comfort.
Bear wit' me, walk a mile, or a while, whenever
thin-thang-thanks tounguey
effort births the next as
one births two,
two births three and we can see,
right, a way. two and three become four,
for if three birtht four and four, five and so on,
soon, y'see, the re
al point we count up on is never more,
as the raven told poe. a vector with no space for time,
one plus one plus one, one stack o'ones
making no diff
until now, spin, let's twist again,
like we did last summer,
your that summer or mine?
Mine got me here, where'd yours go?
So, Fibbonacci, son of a fool, I once read
written on a wall in LA,
expositioning park,
positions, please.
World Stage, princesses of peace, wee
Disnified Jon Benet's
made sacred by our shame the evil ever touched
such a one, such a one, such a wonder
a being of our sort so potent aitia, and we
leave evil touch such and you
tolerate it, a little bit,
evil has it's place.
Not here is the name of the place.
Here is 4-D mortality. Do yer best,
yer damndest don't work here.
Here is temporary. Your bubble.
Selah. center, enpointed
linger, if ye will. Think how happy ever after works,
if now is all you get to start with.
Good be wit'ye fare ye well.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 7:18 PM UTC
Coffee is my life
My life is coffee
Dark like my soul
Hot like my head
A cup or two before going to bed
The taste is like no other
Steaming in my face
Brightens me up on my worst days
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 10:17 PM UTC
you're too average to marry Meryl Streep
you should use a razor rather than a shaver
too cheap to get out of bed for €10
but at least you've got Leeds
for a cheap bed and breakfast
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC
i could stare at your very photogenic (albeit invisible) countenance all day, all week, the entire month, this remaining year, at least one additional decade, boot no more than a century21!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Looking for a best friend, or...a wurst (liver) re: enemy.
brief bio Matthew Scott Harris doth briefly sketch
almost two win a half score years since me being:
Born January 13th, 1959
I shake my shaggy hirsute hair
in utter disbelief, when the cocked arrow
begat thine conception,
when meal ate mum and octogenarian papa
begat their second offspring and only son,
what now seems to be a stepped-up pace,
where father time doth affix another candle to blow
where the passage of life measured
in swiftly tailored decades
denoting another birthday,
when with the blink of an eye,
I vividly recall crow
wing like a Lil whippersnapper of a boy
leisurely playing monopoly
for make-believe dough...
--------------------------------------------
nothing ranks as the greatest gift
since being a father twenty-one years ago
then bearing witness to grow
increasing autonomy
of my two precious daughters
whereby each will become master
of their domain, and meet a loving beau
(actually thy eldest dates
a delightful young man
from Puerto Re Coe),
whom intuition discerns would be
a near perfect match –
and this papa intuits dough
nuts to dollars – that such an
em man hint gentle, humble,
intelligent lad – doth ***
pa fully become the future groom
of said firstborn, (which outcome I know
wing couched in a couple of poems
sent his way, and no doubt his smarts lo'
and behold revealed the slightly obscure wish),
where love doth most obviously abound mo'
then prevailed between myself and bride o'
mine these last deuce score
plus (21+) years, but now this Poe
whit aspires to recognize the worthiness of she,
whose chose thyself as a lifetime
groom cuz peaceful status quo
avoiding animosity –
as thyself and spouse gently row
merrily...merrily...merrily
our quiet quite rickety craft
which oft times in the past needed a tow
off the craggy shoals of constant woe.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 9:15 PM UTC
i wasn’t scared of meeting you
and not feeling a single thing
i was scared of not meeting you
and never knowing
i’m almost certain
that we’d feel something
so why couldn’t we
just try?
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC
kiss me if i'm wrong, but
kinda crazy how much we have in common
guess you found your perfect match
were about 98% compatible
dj smarty pants.
is this what true love feels like?
you're cute just for existing
you ****** my heart
i want to go on an adventure with you
i'd rather cuddle
let's turn some potential energy into kinetic energy
no one actually finds love like that
i guess i got my answer
if you say so
(you said cuddles fix everything, but i don't think they can fix this)
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
i wonder if you remember
what we said to each other;
if you still think about
what we could have been
i wonder if you remember
my last name; if one
day you'll google me and
read this and wonder if
it's about you.
it's about you, if you called me cute,
if you were silly,
if you liked my pickup lines,
if you never met me,
if you ignored me, if you rudely texted me,
if you viewed all my stories,
then deleted me.
this is about you. i don't know
what to say. i want to text you,
but i hid your number from
myself. i guess i'll just say i'm sorry
we ended before we even began. they
say the good die young, and i
guess that's why whatever we had
died so early. i'm sorry for
all i said and for all you
didn't say.
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
Remember those days in school
the professor, pontificating
while a fly, buzzed over his head
He'd occasionally wave
or flap his hands
unheard, every word he said
Buzzing too, and fro
as questions of the lecture
the answers you didn't know
I feel for Joe Kennedy
words he uttered un-remembered
as history now, is set
A Chapstick kind of failure
he'll be unable to shake
or ever, too forget
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
//
if a woman
drops her clothing
and shows what is
too precious to
be shown even on
film,
she has her miranda rights,
her indecent exposure trials
and ever dollar used to bail her
out of a cold cell were they offered
her a hospital gown
but she also has the
eyes that follow her up
the street, asking, begging
to touch
and if that woman says no,
or says nothing
than the woman still has
control of what is done
to her body,
control of every hand that tries to
pry away her god-given
right to be safe in her own skin
//
if a girl decides to
wear a short shirt,
or fishnet tights,
or bright lipstick
that costs anywhere from ninety-nine cents
to ninety dollars,
and she applies it with a heavy hand,
like her mascara and eyeshadow,
then she is still
human, she is still
a valid human being
who does not deserve
your time and voice
to call her a ****
or say something along
the lines of
don't go out looking like that
*or you'll get *****
but **** is never,
ever, ever
the fault of the victim
//
if a woman
or girl
decides to cover her hair,
to abide by her
religion, the religion that
held the hands of every woman
in her family,
from sister to great-great-great-great-great
grandmother
she is not a threat
to our country
she is a member of our society,
a valuable and beautiful one, at that
who's culture can guide us
to be even kinder
in the name of god
and if a woman
or girl
decides to long sleeves
and a high-necked top
with a long skirt
alongside her hijab,
she is not matronly,
she is modest,
and modest is as beautiful
as a gucci crop-top
or a pair of sky-high louboutins
//
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
*there were men
who were there for us,
who fought for us,
and then now,
there is a man who will fight
us as we march,
so we need to be strong
and support each other,
remember the golden rule,
and know each of our gods
would want this for
our world*
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 8:31 PM UTC
Sheriff Joe Arpaio was convicted by the court
for picking on the immigrants of the Latino sort.
Relied on racial profiling and on intimidation;
A redneck cop who'd love to build a bigoted white nation.
Of course, this man loves Donald Trump and though he is a crook,
Trump has come through and pardoned him and got him off the hook.
So ***** the courts and rule of law that's there to thwart each hater;
This "law and order" president's a despot and dictator.
So if you are an alt-right racist, it's your lucky day!
El Presidente Trump makes rights and justice go away.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 11:09 PM UTC