Author: JOE

Just working through and sharing some ideas with the hope of sparking minds towards peace and love.

Selling 101

You must face the facts
And play the game.
Make them think you’re impressed
And say their name.

It’s their favorite word.
And, let them talk about “I”.
They’ll then find the like you
And won’t even know why.

This is sales 101,
And how to win a friend.
It’s not manipulation,
But a means to an end.

Most try to convince others
That they know what’s right,
Which is saying, “you’re wrong”,
Which leads to a fight.

In other words,
If you want in their door,
Allow them to believe
That they know more.

And, you know where they hurt,
But don’t point it out.
Allow them to reveal it,
A Must! Have no doubt!

I imagine the “experts”,
Judging my work.
Reading my writings.
“Who is this Jerk?”

What is his background?
Is this worthy of merit?
They’ll see it as trash,
But it’s possible they share it.

Look at this writing.
What do you think?
I found it impressive.
It speaks to the brink.

The unknown world.
The perspective’s unique.
I like the style,
But there are some things I’d tweak.

As an expert and critic;
A judge and a leader.
He likely seeks fault;
His job as a reader.

So what makes great work?
There’s a system in place.
Is recognition the goal?
Is that what we chase?

As writers we think,
And we deliver impressions.
But what and for who?
Am I a teacher with lessons?

We ARE Different

We might see the same thing,
But not the same way.
Just look at our actions
And-what each of us say.

The things I consider
As time passes by
Are undoubtedly different,
But we don’t quite know why.

At least not in the moment.
We’ve different roles.
And we’re trapped within systems
That are riddled with holes.

So we fight for ourselves,
And against eachother,
Where there’s a fine line between
Enemy… and brother.

Family. Love.

I’m passing along
What was passed to me.
But, I get a say.
That’s the gift. You see?

This clicked as I shared
What I know, with my child.
It suddenly struck me.
So simple yet wild!

From my brain to hers.
I was proud that she got it.
And, I realized right then.
She learned, and I taught it.

And, from my Mom and Dad,
I learned the same way.
So, they’re teaching through me.
And, through her one day.

May she then realize
Her strength and her voice;
That we’re coming through her,
But that she has the choice.

Head Space

Here’s what it is.
I’m gunna make somethin great happen.
Textbook.
Fluid.
Stayin down and through it.

The best I can today.
Right now.

I don’t always have my best stuff
But I’m damn sure gunna do the best with what I got.

And, I’m gunna shake off the shit that I got; that I can. Right now.

You see.
The space I’ve got here, is mine.
My mind. My body. Mine.
We know how to get it done.

It’s been a matter of giving myself permission.
A matter of allowing myself to do what I can.