Most of Joshua's poetry will never be published online, and may be lost forever. What is left are the few poems he published on Poetry.com and on his Facebook page. His greatest influence in poetry was his poetry teacher at Bowman High School, who was a beatnik in his time.
Born in California to his mother Linda and his father David, Joshua was the second of five children. He spent a few years of his childhood in Stuttgart, Arkansas and grew up just north of Los Angeles, California in Sunland and Santa Clarita. He attended Saugus High School, Bowman High School, and Herbert Hoover High School before earning his GED and apprenticing as a plumber. He began his own plumbing business and had three children with his wife. When the economy experienced a downturn he went back to work for a bigger company and spent his spare time caring for his family, raising money for cancer and other causes, and publishing a blog meant to empower home owners to choose an honest plumber, someone not trying to take advantage of them. He found much joy in God and spreading the word of Him while upholding the values of his upbringing, even in turbulent times. Poetry was a way of expression for him, a way to work through difficult thoughts. His accidental death came as a shock to his family and friends: his presence on this Earth will be missed by all.
Silver cloud line over the mottle grey sky
Sense the motion above mother earth
See that no wind stirs the palmtrees
Silence lays over all the hills
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The street is desolate
All around gather shadows
Remember, She's here
That night she was here
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Walking through a tunnel of light blinded by the night sky
Where black hole stars twinkle and chase round in squares
In the cubic expanse overhead a figure dressed in white walks
Abandoned by all her followers
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Raised in this world of wonder and excitement
Taught that everybody has a chance
Learned to love my neighbors too
Saw the joy of song and dance
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A thoughtful man alone
Alone in his own world
World of chaos and destruction
Destruction happens second nature
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