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Cherish brevity. Covet not quixotic.


Our fists clenched, shaking ’em at the sky,

with a flood of irrational emotions, we cry.

Damn this existence of human life’s brevity,

We marvel the idea and covet longevity.

What would we do with an eternity, if we had it all?

We couldn’t enjoy memories, there’d be too many to recall.

Truth being, the only way you can appreciate life, or love anything,

is the notion that you can easily lose it, as it dangles from a string.

It’s just a fact that you long for more time only because it’s not infinite,

If you could say “I love you” for eternity, would you ever really say it?

It’s just the way it goes and there’s no way to stop the motion of science,

the stages are denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and vital acceptance.

As we grieve the end of a loved one’s journey,

hopefully, you spent that time as you both had wished,

as you recall all the great times, that used to be,


if forever were possible, it may not have been so cherished.



© 2018 Joseph Emerson @


Posted by on March 18, 2018 in Family, love, poetry, Uncategorized, writing


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Case Closed

I heard someone once say…

you can’t put your arms around a memory.

I’ll never let that get the better of me,

for in a dream you walk the streets,

spray can in your hand

asking the world if it were “FREE?”


Desolate streets, hours past midnight

feeling invincible with no one in sight,

Tagging “SK” on concrete walls of buildings

Just laughing throughout the night


Carefully, methodically constructing rhymes

written to the melody, sounds and beat,

made by the tones of your Nike, Air Force Ones

as they rhythmically pound on the street.


A wildly ridiculous contagious laugh

in which everyone around you knows,

a dark hole exists in everyones soul now

love we all have for you, positively shows.


Missing that creativity consuming my life

all the more and more each day,

every time I come up with a new beat to share

well… there’s not much more I can say.


I will forever carry the memories with me

remembering the loyalty and love you’ve shown,

with your infamous Woozy Goose tattoo on my leg

I will never walk these desolate streets alone…


Miss you Casey, Aka: Case Closed, Woozy Goose



© 2018 Joseph Emerson @



Posted by on January 16, 2018 in Family, poetry, writing


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this day…. (23)

I can’t stand looking at her stand over his bed anymore. It’s so sad to watch somebody’s life fade before their face. It feels so selfish of me to even think about how “I” am feeling about all of this. I’m not the one that is watching my life get pulled away from me, like a tidal wave just came through and washed it all away, without being able to latch on to anything to hold your head above water.

Life is so unfair…

If you believe that, if you “do it all right” it should be easier….. so wrong.
Just pretending to control the uncontrollable… Delusional..

There is nothing you can do to go back in time, to right the wrong. There is no way to go back and make anyone pay for what they have taken away from you…. that would just mean that you were able to put a price on it. There is nothing you can do but sit there and blame…. blame god.. blame yourself.. blame the people that are responsible.. blame society… ?

Revenge! What a silly word. Does nothing.. Angrily hopeless..

Although it is perfectly ok to feel pain in your own way. However you wish to escape. Whether it be harmful to yourself or others…. that’s your wish. We are given the right to do as we wish, as long as we know of the consequences that await.

Mom I understand your pain and I wish you nothing but calmness of your mind…..

I’m so sorry you are going through this



© 2015 Joseph Emerson


Posted by on April 28, 2015 in Family


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