(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
Biography of (brief renderings) Joe Fazio
(brief renderings) Joe Fazio Poems
Kisses For You...
I once heard these words in a song; 'You must remember this...a kiss is just a kiss...a sigh is just a sigh, ' etc.
Like No Other...Mother
Mother... Mother, who gave us her heart...her very soul. Mother, who's understanding never wavered.
Everything Is Nothing
I wish of that of use to be, and yearn of the time that's long gone by; for in the twilight of my life, all seems finally clear, for the nearer death...the clearer life. Now surrounded by
005-Who Do You Trust?
Who do you trust enough to reveal your most secret thoughts? Who do you trust enough to admit the worst thing about you?
002-Life And The Sea
Life, is like the coming and going of an oceans tide. At each days end, the tide, life, recedes and only a portion returns the next day. Until finally, the
Congressional Medal Of Honor
Let there be a Congressional Medal Of Honor for life. For those unsung heroes and their unyielding courage. Let them know in their time of need,
I respect, another mans religion, or color or creed. I respect, and follow, the will of my maker. I respect, the truth, no matter how unpopular.
Butterfly...my all..my own, Butterfly My butterfly, I remember the day we met. You bumped into me.
More than the blood of my blood. He is my friend, my rock...my brother. Brother, in times of need, never judging, always there.
444-About Fat People
Why do overweight people, continually say, 'does this make me look fat? '
(lpl) ......Lyrics Of Life
In the song of life, all lyrics need a melody. You are the lyric and you are the melody. You are the lyric of my heart and of my soul.
006-Life Is Fragile
Life, is likened to, a piece of fine crystal. It can be beautiful, or in a moments notice, be shattered, beyond repair.
A Love Story...
Like an early morning tied, whos waves endlessly washed upon a warm sandy beach, so to, do the memories of you, wash over my every waking moment.
I Am The Beach...
As we walked along the beach, crashing waves thundered in our ears and a light, salted mist, dampened our lips.
I have little regard for most media; for
they are parasites, who prosper at the
cost of the misery and dispair of others.
© Joe Fazio