How much do I love you?
In everything I enjoy you! /
You are my center/
The core of my passion/
...
Under the stars
Are little minds
Under the stars
Are thoughts of all kinds.
...
Take this hand, upon thy hand
And find thee love, for which we stand
That I may know that which is true
If I only said I knew;
...
Here comes the lugubrious one,
Earth's misery, grounds thirst.
Gray clouds morphing into torrential rains
Rain pouring/wisps in the wind.
...
I struggle everyday with my pen in hand,
I take a little break, but I'm still writing
Everywhere I go, the more I understand.
...
Homes of all people/
Machines producing/
Clothes on all backs/
Food on all tables/
...
Two young deer feed near,
Coated in thick dirt color,
Feeding on flourishing green grass,
So green it hurts to look at.
...
Sight far-reaching
My mind is teaching
Me a lesson in being.
Wisdom streaching
...
Like a snail which slithers
On its slimy stomach
I snuggle with the sand.
...
Farewell my tranquil mind,
Since world cast forth delight
Thus my heart wishes to combine
Damn this nerve of flight.
...
Bolt of desire in my chest,
And my mind is a ticking clock.
My foresight won't rest,
Confounded by utter shock.
...
Time is like a heavy weight,
slipping slowly till its gone.
How it with no heart hates
Passion when its strong.
...
The surface is silent/
But the fishes are playful/
Like thought beneath/
The apathy I appear to keep.
...
She grows all purple, white, and red/
Lilies, pansies, roses, from her head/
She tinkers with the hues of eyes/
And casts her spells on twilight skies/
...
She's like a soft faint light,
With a weak low shine,
Frail, pale white hands
Thoughts tarry, linger,
...
My mind hovers over the past
Like a vulture gliding slowly
I hang-out with my memories
I abide some time with nostalgia
...
Rivers have gone dry/
Death circles in the sky/
Forests are fading, gone/
Skeleton remains under hot sun/
...
Born in 1989 in Connecticut, (U.S.) Joshua Alfred Washburn is a writer, poet, musician. He started writing poems in 2007. Currently mentally disabled, intellectually challenged at times, and intellectually astute at others. He was diagnosed with schizophrenia in 2011. His poems relate the real and the unreal of his life and his thoughts. Josh loves writing sci-fiction, philosophy, and especially enjoys rhythm and rhyme. He currently lives in NC with the support of caring health-care team and a loving family.)
In The Spirit Of Love ~
How much do I love you?
In everything I enjoy you! /
You are my center/
The core of my passion/
The flame of my fire/
My only desire/
Its you.
Be there for me/
And I will be there for you/
My love like mountains in the distance/
Taking up each moment of my focus/
Your eyes are the source of my fixation.
Your story and mine are paired in our myth/
Each word, writing our story/
We are not tragic but fortunate/
We are merry, and with joy we live/
Each kiss closer to your soul/
Blessed with each other.
Lasting love, how dear are thee? /
You are my bliss, so heavenly/
Like celestial art, we fall into each other/
Gravitate around, spinning, dancing, us.
The power to know what you do not know is in the ability to form the question.
Philosophy has an auxiliary function to science.
Logic provides nature with order, order in nature provides logic.
To grasp at beauty, analyze it in its terms.
The greatest gift is one given to the greatest in need.
The best choice offers the most fulfillment of need.
That which fulfills needs is right. That which harms others is wrong.
When the intent of the best choice meets its outcome survival is certain.
Both in analysis and synthesis form a unit.