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Mystery Blogger Award

img_20180116_220745-806200678.jpgHello All,

So here we go.  So graciously nominated for this Mystery Blogger Award by Daman over at ThisisDamanBlog. Please stop by her page and show some love, as it is filled with beautifully written poetry and color. This Mystery Blogger Award was originally created by Okoto Enigma. These are the rules for this nomination as follows:

Rules :

  1. Put the award logo/image on your blog.
  2. List the rules.
  3. Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
  4. Mention the creator of the award.
  5. Tell the readers three things about yourself.
  6. Nominate 10-20 people.
  7. Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog.
  8. Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice, with knee funny or weird question.
  9. Share a link to your best post(s).


The questions asked by Daman are..

Q: What is writing to you?

A: An escape to a world where I take everything that I have viewed, experienced and analyzed throughout my day and reiterate into my own words, feelings and understanding.

Q: Snapchat or Instagram?

A: Tough, I use both. Instagram is where I keep it PG and Snapchat I tend to get a little goofy and childish .. but for the sake of the question I choose Instagram.

Q: What is your favourite Enrique’s song?

A: Sooo… um I’m not closed minded when it comes to music but I have to sadly admit that I do not know of any Enrique songs. My girlfriend just busted out in song as I said that and told me to put “Hero”

Q: Pizza or Pasta?

A: Pizza ! Easier for on the go and easier to share.

Q: Do you believe in true love? If no. Why?

A: Yes. But finding it means you must know what it is like to have pain, so you have something to compare it to.

3 Things about myself:

1- I love anything and everything that has to do with creating art.  From painting to music, from writing to dancing… there is a beauty in creating something from nothing or being able to collaborate with another artist is just beautiful in so many ways.

2- I have a small infatuation with wanting to live in the early 1900’s and reliving it with the knowledge that I have now.  Although I’m not totally into Sci-Fi and time travel, I just think if you could pick me up and plop me down in 1902 I would be home.

3- I work for an assisted living facility and it is one of the greatest places I have ever worked.  The stories and wisdom and things you learn throughout your day (aside from patience) is priceless.


Links to my favorite posts…. (This is like a parent choosing a favorite child..):

1- Idle Hands=Death

2- Raise Up Your Glass

3- Case Closed

4- Sleep paralysis


And Finally the 5 Questions for those accepting my nomination…

  1. Favorite Novelist and Why?
  2. Favorite poet of all time and Why?
  3. Do you find yourself loving or hating our digital world?
  4. Do you think the digital world is better or worse for the writing world?
  5. Cats or Dogs?

Thanks again Daman, I had a lot of fun with this ! 🤗



Posted by on January 16, 2018 in Awards, Inspiration, My day, writing


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The Lounge Singer. (Turn it to the right..)

The Lounge Singer. (Turn it to the right..)
Singer Dart Finish

Painting by Me




© 2017 Joseph Emerson


Posted by on December 20, 2017 in art, Inspiration


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Raise up your glass


Photo courtesy: Google Images

If you may listen to my words, as we raise up our glass,

’cause this time that we share, will surely pass.

Be cognizant of the times, whether they’re good or bad,

but don’t dwell on times, that you wish you had.

Don’t hang on to past love, for it wasn’t as it seemed,

just as foolishly useless, as falling asleep in a dream.

You won’t experience joy, when you’re stuck in your head,

like a beautiful dancer, who never left her bed.

Get out and live, never hold back on, and never flee,

from the life that you dream of, let go and just be…



© 2017 Joseph Emerson



Posted by on December 8, 2017 in Inspiration, love, poetry


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If at first you don’t succeed …


Art and Photo by Me

I start by pacing the charcoal pencil back and forth, hovering slightly over the sketchbook page.  Waiting for the hand to fall, allowing the charcoal point to make its first mark.  To establish the starting point of this slow, drawn out affair of creative incubation.  The charcoal begins to leave it’s first line, resembling the contrail following a jet plane, it sets about it’s own story.  Of where it has been and the endless possibilities of where it may go.  With this in mind I let the feeling mentor the hand, in opposition of the mind setting stringent rules and boundaries, which may allow the imagination to grow musty and clichéd.  Moments pass and the fury continues in increasing potency.  Scribbling and smudging, erasing and rubbing.  Until there’s midnight black power covering both hands, the thighs of my khaki pants, my upper brow and of course that poor sheet of paper.  The natural euphoria wears off and my worst critic comes into view.  Myself.  I stand back and intellectually think   …..    “what the fuck is that?”

So I tear up the scribbled on page and picked up my guitar instead. lol



© 2017 Joseph Emerson


Posted by on November 30, 2017 in Inspiration, My day


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Tempo of the keys..


Photo taken by Me

I developed this obsessive thought about owning a typewriter.  After a memory came about in a dream, of when I was young and my grandfather had come to visit us with one.  My grandpa… we will call him “Paw” as I called him back then.  Paw was a slick back black hair, dressy man, that lived and played to the beat of his own drum.  I always admired that about him.  Just different.  Didn’t seem to give a hoot as to what anyone thought about him.  Anyways.  Paw had worked for a printing press, and would always come home with stationary for us grandkids to scribble on.  Boy was that the most perfect thing for an artistic child to obtain.  I could make my own comic books, pictures and stories for centuries.  An endless supply of paper and pens.  I remember creating our own comic books and and bringing the silliest of characters to life.  The point of my story here was the typewriter, I apologize.  I got a bit nostalgic there.  So I quickly jumped online and found a vintage manual typewriter on ebay.  Without putting much thought into it I pressed the “Buy Now” option with the PayPal info already on record, and two days later voila!  I was sitting at my dining room table pecking away at the sun dyed keys, as if I had known this machine all of my life.  It just began to flow out of me.  I first retyped a blog entry of mine “The Toolbox” (shameless plug)… and it felt so good, hammering away at those keys, watching the typebars flying towards the moving paper with such precision.  It was beginning to sound like heavy rain against a window air conditioning unit, the way that the tapping grew more rapid and clearer into a moderate tempo.  How awesome.  The more I jammed on it, the more fluid it got.  The B key even started to loosen up, for when I had initially struck the B key it had gotten itself stuck, and when I called for the e to be next in the sequence, it only jammed the B even harder.  But now it seemed that I had worked out some of the dust, or warmed up the lubricant that was originally applied in the 70’s.

So I would have to say if you can get your hands on an old manual typewriter, do yourself a justice and spend some time clicking away and see if it brings a smile to your face as it did with me.

Happy writing…



© 2017 Joseph Emerson


Posted by on November 28, 2017 in Inspiration


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Keep the bow into the wind


Photo taken by Me

Keeping yourself on the straight path.

Retaining your primary course.

Periodically you have to go off route a smidgen if the seas get a bit turbulent.  Now there is often risk in going head on into the waves, likewise it may be just as menacing if you are going with them.  In addition, you never know when a rogue wave is going to come and try to bump you off track.  Just when you think everything is working as it should, BAM! Out of nowhere you’ve taken on too much water, to where the bilge pumps can in no way keep up with the rush.

All you can do is formulate a plan for the worst, but not so much as to shield yourself in fear of the unknowns of life.

Keep your head up in confidence and always keep your bow pointed into the wind.



© 2017 Joseph Emerson


Posted by on November 26, 2017 in Inspiration


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Artistry in panorama


I feel it’s pretty marvelous that inspiration can come from the place in which we live.
I am truly favored, I am able to wake up and see this awe-inspiring view, in with walking distance on any given morning (weather permitting).  If I am ever feeling stuck or tiresome, I will just take a stroll down to the ocean and absorb all that this planet has to offer.  It will animate and bring to life anything I am having difficulty in producing.  May it be a painting that has no color scheme.  A piece of writing that has no substance.  Musical composure that has no melody or rhythm.  Or just a welcoming of a “system reboot” to restore sanity.  Anything it may be, I’m sure to find retort at the edge of the lapping water and slowly eroding sands.  Exposing simplicity or possibly bewildering answers can come from this beautiful scene and moment.



© 2017 Joseph Emerson


Posted by on November 25, 2017 in Inspiration


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