Sweet Baby Tears of a Boy I named Phoenix by Joules written August 26, 2018 Watch The Short Film of this very same poem here: Is it a paradox, or conundrum, irony, or just plain old hypocrisy? To rattle and hum in the humdrum of what you can hear, but you can’t see.   For me to be lame like you and complain about all your complaining. When each drop of pain is so insane as it thunders your constant raining.   It’s not just one, but each one of you bad apples floating and rotting this cesspool of dis-ease … Continue reading Sweet Baby Tears of a Boy I Named Phoenix

Ode to Tea By Joules Z. as inspired by the teacup carnival ride (you know, like the dizzy ride where you sit with a spinning wheel in the center that everyone turns.) February 27, 2014 I wish my life to be like a cup of tea. Embraced by a fluid warm glow in an aromatic spa, while the whirls of swirls resemble smiles as the sweetness is stirred in. The simmering magic summons senses of effervescent sensations. Life’s a cup of tea. Tea cups spin at the carnival unstoppable like the clockworks of time. Inertia of the centrifuge pulling ones … Continue reading Ode To Tea

The Gray By Joules August 3, 2011. She floated through like a feather plucked from thick plumage of billowy birds. As the wind lifted, dropped, and caught her in webs, she was left with only her words. Then the storms broke her free from sticky clutches of spidery threads of glue. Her words created and cleared a path to allow the light and wispy filament of flight to fleet through. The light led her to lend her love to local delights of leisurely delicacies that struck her chords in tune. By the hands of time and the fingers of charm … Continue reading The Gray