Biography of Joseph Walden
Born in California, moved to Reno Nevada the summer of 87. Grew playing sports, had some success and threw it all away during the beginning of college while on a scholarship for baseball. Basically I loved alternative studies like the paranormal. I survive because there is a caring family around me. I install solar, do a little carpenter work, construction, I have fished in Alaska which was an adventure and so on. These days I am obviously still alive so am thankful for that.
Joseph Walden Poems
Every Single Little Thing
Pleasuring the purr of the goddess, Blue fire flowing upon the breath, Purple threaded love dancing on the moon, Glowing yellow fire
Drum And Mountain
Golden sun golden joy, kissing the winds, through the mouth of the drum, on mountain made of fearless lions,
Alone In The Mountains
I almost died last night, Again. Screeching, Wailing,
Who Were You
I am not gay or Rasputin. My name is Joe,
Rainbow land Painted with your diamond eyes, Hands held out loving the air, That her children breathe,
Glory Of The Rat
Sleeping among the best of fun, Far beyond city or day, he lay diminished, Unmoved.
Thinking who or why when tears did cry, Down the steps and out the gate, By the birds and notes of mate, Heard me not mention?
Who Is There
Is it a noose or is it my neck, Stalking my shadow, Scary I look, Furious and tender,
Around And Around And Around
Life rhymes and reason sings, every single little thing. Whether it is forgotten, rather when it is remembered,
Wandering On The Night
The white star turns bright blue, The unicorn unveils, Eve's wicked tree sternly grabs me by the knee, I am Mad,
Bitten by a skillful demon, one of hell or thy own dark side, upon the sands of desert, upon the sands of time.
Remembering Thy Beauty
Beauty has no name, in the silence of pure sound. Beauty has no name, when darkness dances on light,
if I only had wings,
explore would I,
the secret to these dreams.
Lost am I,
with wish and hope,
this silver rope.