The Web Poetry Corner
DreamMachineThe Web Poetry Corner is a Dream Machine Site
The Dream Machine --- The Imagination of the World Wide Web
Google

The Web Poetry Corner

Joe Fazio

of

Beverly Hills, CA, US

Home Authors Alphabetically Authors Date Submitted Authors Country Submission Rules Feedback


If you have comments or suggestions for Joe Fazio, you can contact this author at:
jfazio@gmail.com (Joe Fazio)


Find a book store near you, no matter where you are located in the U.S.A.!


Cerzan

...the best independent ISP in the Twin Cities

Gypsy's Photo Gallery


RELIGION-WHICH ONE IS RIGHT ?

by

Joe Fazio

There are billions of humans that inhabit
this place called earth. Most, believe
in a Supreme Being. Most who practice
their religion, believe The One they
pray to, worship, is the true and only
Supreme Being.
Millions of human beings, are killed
each year, in the name of religion.
Since the beginning of time, armies of
people who practice religion, have slaughter,
maimed and murdered others, simply
because they practiced a religion that
was different than theirs.

So then, of the hundreds of religions
practiced...who is right?
ALL OF THEM ARE RIGHT. It matters not
what religion one practices. If in ones heart
they truly believe in that religion,
then, it is the right religion. For them.

I believe that there is a supreme being
I believe that a supreme being is by-lingual,
multi-colored, of all ethnic races
and accepts, and blesses, all who practice
religion. It matters not the name or faith.
If a man worships a rock, or tree, or any
idol or any kind--and believes in them, then
I say to you, THEIR RELIGION, is the TRUE
AND RIGHT RELIGION...for them.

It can not be, that one religion is the true
way to worship. For that would mean that
billions of others who do not practice that
religion...are wrong.

I believe in God. I was taught to believe in
God. However, that said, I must take into
consideration billions of others, that were
taught, a different religion than mine.
Does that make me right, and them wrong?
I do know this. Far to many of us fail to
understand, that faith, no matter what
form it takes...is that. Faith.

What of the suicide bombers and their families,
and the families that are being destroyed. These
people BELIEVE they are doing the right thing.
How do we change them? How do we make this
a better world? How do we stop all the madness.?
How sad it is, that ones belief, could be the
cause of world wide mayhem.

I do not have the answers to the miseries of the
world. To innocent children being slaughtered and
hundreds of thousands left homeless.
Perhaps the billions upon billions we spend on
the machine of war, could better be
used for humanitarian purposes

. I do know this. If we want a better world, it
must start by each one of us, trying to be better.

Joe Fazio


Do Not Weep For Me

by

Joe Fazio

Do not weep for me when I no longer dwell
among the wonders of the earth; for my larger
self is free, and my soul rejoices on the other
side of pain...on the other side of darkness.

Do not weep for me, for I am a ray of sunshine
that touches your skin, a tropical breeze
upon your face, the hush of joy within your heart
and the innocence of babes in mothers arms.
I am the hope in a darkened night. And, in your
hour of need, I will be there to comfort you.
I will share your tears, your joys, your fears,
your disappointments and your triumphs.

Do not weep for me, for I am cradled
in the arms of God. I walk with the angels,
and hear the music beyond the stars.

Do not weep for me, for I am within you;
I am peace, love, I am a soft wind that caresses
the flowers. I am the calm that follows a
raging storm. I am an autumns leaf that floats
among the garden of God, and I am pure
white snow that softly falls upon your hand.

Do not weep for me, for I shall never die,
as long as you remember me...
with a smile and a sigh.

Joe Fazio

Have I Replaced You ?

by

Joe Fazio

Is someone taking your place? Replacing you would be
like trying to replace the sun...moon...stars and
replacing everything in life that brings a smile
to ones face.

Replacing you would remove all that is soft...
warm and that which represents love and all
that is worthwhile in life.

Replacing you would be akin to replacing the
energy that fuels another day. In the dakest of
hours, replacing you would remove the light of
hope that spurs one on.

Have I replaced you?
Never...not for all time to come and one day
thereafter... if there be such time.

I Miss You

by

Joe Fazio

I miss your quiet caring, your gentelness,
the softness of you, and the warm cloak
of your love.

I miss your smile that was always so
tentative, but warm like the sunshine,
gentle as the rain, and softer than a rose.

I miss your honesty, your caring and your loyaty.

I miss your eyes, nose...mouth. I miss the
sound, the comfort of your voice.

I miss your laughter, your joy-I miss
your tears, your kiss, your touch, and I
miss our bodies pressed together,
entwined as one.

I miss falling asleep with you in my arms,
and waking up to the warmness of you next to me.

I miss...I miss, everything about you.

How Could I Know?

by

Joe Fazio

I didn't know today, you would not
be here tomorrow.

I didn't know, I would never again hear
you speak my name, or say, "I love you".

I didn't know we would never again
make love. Never again, feel as one.
Never again experience that total
feeling of love and being loved.

I didn't know, that most of me, would
go where you have gone. That most
of who I am, would disappear into
that eternal dark and endless abyss.

I didn't know...without you, without us...
there would be no me.

I didn't know, how the cruel silence
of our empty house, would make me
weep, at the mere thought of you.

I didn't know how dark the days would
become and how empty and lonely
the nights would be.

I didn't know, the joy, in the music of
life, would forever cease.

I didn't know all our well meaning friends,
would all paraphrase the same words:
"Life goes on. You must go on."

I didn't know how....If could go on.
If I wanted to go on.
For without you, life was not life,
but merely existence.

I do know this. For me...never, for
all eternity, will there ever be another you.

There are days, I ache so much for you,
I find it almost impossible to breath.

I send you my heart and my soul, for without
you, they are but empty vessels.

Where ever you are...you know...I love you
now...and I always will.

If There Is Remembrance

by

Joe Fazio

When I am gone from here, this place
called earth, I shall miss the ones I
hold so dear.

I shall miss the music of the brook,
and the symphony of the sea.

I shall miss the meadows and the forest
and the flowers in the spring.

I shall miss the gray light of dawn, the blue
sky above and the gentle breeze on a
dark starry night.

I shall miss the hope of tomorrow, the rush
of the wind and the promise of love.

I shall miss the rain from the sky, the dew
on the grass and the softness of roses.

I shall miss the cold breath of winter, springs
gentle touch, the warmness of summer
and the beauty of fall.

I shall miss the joys in my life, the light that
is truth and the song of the blackbird.

I shall miss the laughter of chlidren, the
wisdom of age and my friends at my side.

I shall miss the silence of an early morn,
the whisper of the wind and the peace
in my heart.

I shall miss all that there is about this earth.
I shall miss you...life.

When Do I Think Of You?

by

Joe Fazio

I think of you in the peace
solitude and stillness of the early a.m., for
you are tranquillity.

I think of you on an ocean's front,
for you are the roar of the waves,
the power of the sea, and the salt in the air.

I think of you amidst a crowd
and the chorus of city sounds
..for that is my song, and you are the music.

You are my first thought of each new day,
and the last image I glimpse, as my eyes are
closed upon a feathered pillow.

In that secret place called sleep, it is you that
I search for, through shades of darkness and
clouds of cotton.

When do I think of you? Every moment
of my life. And, when the final sleep does come
and if there is thought...
it will be of you.

Did You Not Know?

by

Joe Fazio

How could you not know I
loved you? For it was always
in my eyes, in every touch and
in every polite embrace we've ever had.

It was in all the hello's and
all the goodbye's I'v ever spoken.

Could you not hear the pounding
of my heart and see the soaring
of my spirit?

How could you not
know I love you? I have asked
that question a thousand times.

If you are ever to love me, it must
be now. It is nearly the end
of my time, when the shadow of
the trees grow long and thin...
and then appear, no more.

What Of The Children

by

Joe Fazio

Who will teach our children?
Who will teach our children? I speak not
of the lessons of school, but those of
life, living and those of God.
Who will teach our children, that in
war no one wins and all humanity loses
a part of who we are.
Who will teach our children, that God,
morality, honesty, love and respect are
the coner stones of the civilized world.
Without them, mankind will crumble and
disappeared forever more.
Who will teach our children of compassion
for their fellow man and respect for anothers
God, or color or creed?
Who will teach our children, all these things
and more?
The answer is whispered in your love...beating
in your heart....and echoed in your soul.
Who will teach our children? ...It must be you.

Words To Live By

by

Joe Fazio

Money and that which is materialistic
erodes with the passing of time;
while knowledge knows no season
of death.
______________________________________
One shall never discover greatness
on the road of imitation.
_________________________________________
It has been said that mans home is his
kingdom. While that might be true on
earth, is it not possible that in Heaven
above, it is but a speck of sand
beneath the feet of God?
_________________________________________
Charity for ulterior motives, is but a
selfish act in disguise.
_________________________________________
If you tell me of our history, I will
learn of the lives of great men and
women, who are immortalized in
scores of documents and books.
What of the millions of others, who
are not recorded the the 'Great Books? '
Who will they be remembered by and
where will their names be found?
Can it be, the sum total of human life,
is but their date of death upon a stone?
_______________________________________
A preoccupation with the thought of death,
is a forfeiture of the joy of life.
_______________________________________
Death is the mother of darkness, or the
mother of light; depending on how one
has lived their life.
_______________________________________
How intellligent is man, when he remains
the only beast in the kingdom to prey
on his own species?
_______________________________________
I have little regard for most media; for
they are parasites, who prosper at the
cost of the misery and dispair of others.
_______________________________________
Could it be that disasters of nature,
are a reminder from God, that He is?
_______________________________________
The history of every country is carved by
the hand of man, while the hope and love
of humanity, is born of a womens soul.
_______________________________________
You were the sunshine...
in the shadows of my life.
Now...I shall never see you again, and
the shadows...grow darker ever more.
________________________________________
Like leaves floating from a maple in
autumn, so to do the days of life,
fall silently into the great beyond.
________________________________________
Come...feast with me;
for the table of life, is abundant,
with the mysteries of existence.
_________________________________________
Is a reason to live,
and a reason to die...
drawn from the same pool of reason?
_________________________________________
Faith, is the light, that guides
one through the dark corridors of life.
_________________________________________
The trick in life, is to know the answers,
before the questions are asked.
_________________________________________
I don't know if I hold on to the past,
or the past holds on to me.
_________________________________________
You are my dream of the past...
and my ghost of the future.
_________________________________________
My writing, is the life raft,
that prevents my drowning,
in a turbulent sea of reality.
_________________________________________
I weep for all the things that use to be.
I weep for all...which will never be.
_________________________________________
In the end,
there is but one thing that truly matters;
love...or the absence of it.
_________________________________________
Most men, are at best, students of history.
For few, will ever become, makers of history.
_________________________________________
One knows true anguish, when words
fail to describe their pain...their tears
..their heart break.
_________________________________________
Why in daylight do we not hear the owl,
the cricket, the howl of the wolf, or
countless other sounds of the night?
Perhaps they are weary and sleep
throughout the light of day, only to wake
at night and raise their voices, in protest,
of what they perceive to be,
never ending darkness.
_________________________________________
Life is the ultimate gamble. In order to
receive returns, one must risk the giving of
love; the gift of trust, and the nakedness and
vulnerability of truth and unguarded emotions.
__________________________________________
Far to many people in life use one as a
trash receptacle, for their personal garbage
and emotional problems. Be weary, least
you become too full of the trash in life
and have little room left for that which could
bring you happiness.
__________________________________________
Many, on lifes long path have envisioned
dreams of greatness, however, few
`dreamers' accomplished that which they
aspire to.
From the beginning, we have been a
country of dreamers, and for some, the
dream becomes reality. For most, and
sadly so, the dreams of which they yearn,
is a timeless and conflicting clash with reality,
embraced in a refuge in the mind and
heart, called hope.
________________________________________
While it is true the Lord blesses us all, it
is also true, that here on earth, He blesses
some, more than others.
________________________________________
Life: mans eternal search to find the
meaning of himself and the justification
for his existence.
________________________________________
Lifes true meaning, lies within the interaction
of ones fellow human beings.
_________________________________________
The true essence of life can not be measured
by material well being, or by social statue,
but rather what lies within the heart and
conscious of ones self.
_________________________________________
They who are pure of heart, will inherit that
which is most sought in human existence.
_________________________________________
Some, like summer breeze, just float
through life; while others are destine to
constantly attempt to steel themselves
against the rage, misfortune and futility of
their existence.
_________________________________________
Few can ever realistically enjoy the fruits
of their labor; for they are consumed by the
rigorous demands of life.
________________________________________
For most, the serenity of mind we seek,
is far to evasive to be discovered. We are
compelled, for the sake of mere survival,
to expend all of our energy to merely exist.
_________________________________________
Take great care that you do not follow the legions
of lost people; for in their improprieties and in
their rejection of the God within them, they have
forsaken not only Him but themselves.
______________________________________________

Leave You?

by

Joe Fazio

Could I ever leave you? Never. For
you are the air the fills me with the
breath of life and the energy that fuels
each day.

You are my laughter, my joy,
my reason for being. You are my hope,
my warmth, on a cold winters night, and
the flowers that bloom in my heart.

You are my friend, my love...my life.
You are the liquid of life under a deserts
sun; my port in a storm and without you
there is but a barren wasteland of
nothingness, where laughter has died
and darkness and bitter howling winds are forever.

Could I ever leave you. Not for all
eternity and one day thereafter, if
there be such a time.

I Can't See God

by

Joe Fazio

There are those that would say, show
me proof of this God you speak, for I
can not see Him. And I say to you;

"Can you see the air that fills your lungs?
Can you see the perfumed scent of flowers,
that pleasures you so? Can you see the love
you feel for another? Can you see the
wonderment within you, as you hold your
newborn child? And what of the joy that
fills your heart, or the sorrow you feel but
can not see? Now do you say, they are not,
for I can not see them?"

God is revealed unto us in all that is good.
He is love, compassion, forgiveness and
understanding. It is In these gifts from Him,
that we were born unto His likeness. It is by
using those gifts that we shall be
returned to Him.

For: Corey,Alicia,Christopher & Checca

by

Joe Fazio

You are more than the house you live in.
You are more than all the knowledge you
shall ever acquire.
You are more than all the material things,
you now own, or will ever own.

You are more than a mere female or male.
You are more than a friend, father, mother,
wife, husband, girl friend, boy friend,
or all the names that could
possibly describe you.

You..yes you, have been born in His image.
Follow Him through the dark corridors
of life and He shall lead you to the Light
that is His.

Why does He love you?
He loves you...because You...are You.
He loves you...because you are more.

Does one need more than that?

Joe Fazio

Are You A Trash Receptacle?

by

Joe Fazio

Far to many people in life use one as a
trash receptacle, for their personal garbage
and emotional problems. Be weary, least
you become too full of the trash in life
and have little room left for that which could
bring you happiness.

Words Of An Old Man

by

Joe Fazio

The old man said to the youth,
'I know of youth and I know of
age, but you who aren't of age,
can only know of youth. So you
make the music of the strong
and the young, and I'll sing
the song of the old, that are done.

Together we'll walk toward the
setting sun, but I'll leave long
before you, my youthful one.
You're so strong, so young, so
bright I'm told. You're my
yesterdays, my memories, and now
I'm old.'

'Oh what I'd give for days gone
by, 'the old man murmured, with a
long deep sigh.

The youth glimpsed the man with
the tired face, and knew in his
heart, he bound for that place.
That place, the other side of a
starlit sky, a place called Heaven,
way up on high.

The youth was sad, in pain and
shed a tear, the old man hugged him,
and gone was fear. Longingly, he look
at the boy as he whispered...
'I go from here. '

The youth protested and cried,
and said 'don't leave'. The old man smiled and
said 'don't grieve

For every man, comes a time to go,
it's now my time, for this I know.
I've lived my life and now I wonder,
what it is, that's beyond the thunder.'

Toward the setting sun, they strode,
and boy sadly whispered, 'good by...
till I'm old'

Who Are You?

by

Joe Fazio

Are you but a figment of my imagination?
Are you like a mist ascending from the
surface of a lake, only to disappear into
the night. Will you suddenly fade like
the foam on an oceans wave? Has the thought of
your love intoxicated me like too much wine,
and left my vision blurred and my senses
numb. Who are you, my veiled lady
in the darkened night?

It matters not, thought you are real or not.
The quest for love remains my reason for being.
Life without love, is merely existence.
For is not love the one true reason for
being?

In The Twilight Of My Life

by

Joe Fazio

With the perplexities of co-habitation,
I have chosen to live unto myself. Here,
in my island of peace, I gather the
flowers of the field found only in
the beauty of the written word. Like the
sparrow in the tree, and with modest needs,
I am free to fly at will.
Living unincumbered to the pretence that
dominates the world, life is enjoyed in
its purest intention.
__________________________________

Let my life be filled with the sights,
the songs of the earth, the joy
of existence, the comfort of a
gentle breeze...and you at my side
__________________________________

The passing of the sesons, years,
go by swiftly. When you pause to
reflect the seeds you have planted,
may all of your memories be those of
joy and sunshine.
____________________________________

Waste not your time or thoughts on
regret; for life is precious and
for many, there are more sunsets that
have past, then we will find ahead.
____________________________________

Life, is but a moment on the eternal
clock of time. Enjoy the moment.
____________________________________

Love offers the fruits of Heaven and
the fire of Hell. Depending on the
relationship.
____________________________________

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
last of life recedes into a foggy mist,
that disappears into the light that
is hope.
____________________________________

Pretense, is the silent assassin of
friendship, hope and love.
_____________________________________

As women are full with their
unborn children, so it is that
I am filled with my unborn words.
As a mother who loves her child
that is yet to be seen, so to, do I
yearn for words which are unborn
and lie in darkness.
I say to myself, 'come to the light,
come forth from me, that I might
see you...so that I might see my
child that is born of thought.
__________________________________

Let me die in the knowledge, that
the life I have lived, was one of
worth and the seasons that have
past, were not wasted
__________________________________

Here in the twilight of my life, I dream
of the seeds I have planted and wish
there were more. I reflect on the
difference I've made and it was never
enough.
I could have done more. I should have
done more. Why did I not? Perhaps
the answers came late and the days grew
short...and then were not.
___________________________________

Contrary to the general belief, that
goodness produces love,
it is love that produces goodness.
___________________________________

When there is love in ones live, the
spirit soars, the sun shines brighter
and the sould is at peace.
___________________________________

God blesses us all.
However, here on earth
He blesses some more
than others.
____________________________________

Money and that which is materialistic
erodes with the passing of time;
while knowledge knows no season
of death.
_________________________________

One shall never discover greatness
on the road of imitation.
_________________________________

It has been said that mans home is his
kingdom. While that might be true on
earth, is it not possible that in Heaven
above, it is but a speck of sand
beneath the feet of God?
__________________________________

Charity for ulterior motives, is but a
selfish act in disguise.
__________________________________

If you tell me of our history, I will
learn of the lives of great men and
women, who are immortalized in
scoresof documents and books.
What of the millions of others, who
are not recorded the the 'Great Books? '
Who will they be remembered by and
where will their names be found?
Can it be, the sum total of human life,
is but their date of death upon a stone?
______________________________________

A preoccupation with the thought of death,
is a forfeiture of the joy of life.
______________________________________

Death is the mother of darkness, or the
mother of light; depending on how one
has lived their life.
______________________________________

How intellligent is man, when he remains
the only beast in the kingdom to prey
on his own species?
______________________________________

I have little regard for most media; for
they are parasites, who prosper at the
cost of the misery and dispair of others.
______________________________________

Could it be that disasters of nature,
are a reminder from God, that He is?
______________________________________

The history of every country is carved by
the hand of man, while the hope and love
of humanity, is born of a womens soul.
______________________________________

You were the sunshine...
in the shadows of my life.
Now...I shall never see you again, and
the shadows...grow darker ever more.
________________________________________

Like leaves floating from a maple in
autumn, so to do the days of life,
fall silently into the great beyond.
_______________________________________

Come...feast with me;
for the table of life, is abundant,
with the mysteries of existence.
_______________________________________

Is a reason to live,
and a reason to die...
drawn from the same pool of reason?
______________________________________

Faith, is the light, that guides
one through the dark corridors of life.
______________________________________

The trick in life, is to know the answers,
before the questions are asked.
______________________________________

I don't know if I hold on to the past,
or the past holds on to me.
_______________________________________

You are my dream of the past...
and my ghost of the future.
_______________________________________

My writing, is the life raft,
that prevents my drowning,
in a turbulent sea of reality.
________________________________________

I weep for all the things that use to be.
I weep for all...which will never be.
________________________________________

In the end,
there is but one thing that truly matters;
love...or the absence of it
_______________________________________

Most men, are at best, students of history.
For few, will ever become, makers of history.
_______________________________________

One knows true anguish, when words
fail to describe their pain...their tears
..their heart break.
_________________________________________

Though you are gone from me,
we shall meet once again.
All roads in life, end in the valley light,
where life is destine to meet
with The Eternal Hope.
There, I shall hold you again...
and forever tell you of my love.

I Am Man

by

Joe Fazio

I am a man of passion, of conviction, of faith.
I am a man of love, of laughter and of anger.
I am a man of strength, who despairs, who weeps.
I am a man enraged by mans inhumanity to man
and perplexed by He who seems unable to
stop the madness.
I feel, touch, smell, taste and I see the good
in man. In my deepest despair, somehow I
know that all will be right, for I am an eternal
optimist. I am compelled to hope for the
best in humanity.
I weep for those who worship at the alter
of ambition, for they shall leave in their
wake, their children, their loved ones,
millions of orphans of success.
I am man and in my failures and in my
short comings, I continue my utmost
to do His will.
I am the most unique animal in the Kingdom.
I am the most intelligent and I have many faults.
I am all these things and more...for I am man.

Yesterday

by

Joe Fazio

I wish of that of use to be's, 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
'material things' that I have labored for, I
have come to realize that in such things,
everything is nothing-for they are only things.

Life

by

Joe Fazio

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
last of life recedes into a foggy mist,
that disappears into the light that
is hope.

Of Love And Others Matters

by

Joe Fazio

Two in love, standing on an oceans front. The
waves crashing before them. It is a warm, summer,
star lit night. A touch...a kiss and an embrace while
a symphony of the night is their love song.
Two souls alone on the beach. Is there anything
in the entire universe...better then a single
moment of love?
___________________________________________

In order to be lifted to Heaven, one must possess
the wings of faith.
___________________________________________

A single act of indiscretion, can destroy a
lifetime of integrity.
___________________________________________

Knowledge is not for sale in the market place.
It is our most treasured possession. It is free
to all. Is it not surprising, that so many do not
seek it?
____________________________________________

Let me die, in the knowledge that the life I
have lived, was one of worth and the seasons
that have past, were not wasted.

Gone...For Now

by

Joe Fazio

Though you are gone from me,
we shall meet once again.
All roads in life, end in the valley light,
where life is destine to meet
with The Eternal Hope.
There, I shall hold you again...
and forever tell you of my love.

Words Of An Old Man

by

Joe Fazio

The old man said to the youth,
'I know of youth and I know of
age, but you who aren't of age,
can only know of youth. So you
make the music of the strong
and the young, and I'll sing
the song of the old, that are done
Together we'll walk toward the
setting sun, but I'll leave long
before you, my youthful one.

You're so strong, so young, so
bright I'm told. You're my
yesterdays, my memories, and now
I'm old.'

'Oh what I'd give for days gone
by, 'the old man murmured, with a
long deep sigh.

The youth glimpsed the man with
the tired face, and knew in his
heart, he bound for that place.
That place, the other side of a
starlit sky, a place called Heaven,
way up on high.

The youth was sad, in pain and
shed a tear, the old man hugged him,
and gone was fear. Longingly, he look
at the boy as he whispered...
'I go from here. '

The youth protested and cried,
and said 'don't leave'. The old man smiled and
said 'don't grieve

For every man, comes a time to go,
it's now my time, for this I know.
I've lived my life and now I wonder,
what it is, that's beyond the thunder.'

Toward the setting sun, they strode,
and boy sadly whispered, 'good by...
till I'm old'

How Could Not Know?

by

Joe Fazio

How could you not know I
loved you? For it was always
in my eyes, in every touch and
in every polite embrace we've ever
had. It was in all the hello's and
all the goodbye's I'v ever spoken,
Could you not hear the pounding
of my heart and see the soaring
of my spirit? How could you not
know I love you? I have asked
that question a thousand times.
If you are ever to love me, it must
be now, For it is nearly the end
of my time, when the shadow of
the trees grow long and then...
and then appears no more.

Finding Humility

by

Joe Fazio

Humility is a place where men of
all color and religion can meet in
the spirit of peace and love.

Humility is a place where brother embraces
brother where the common bond, is the
common goal.

Is there any such place as humility? Yes.

However, one has to first find it within
themselves, least they not recognize it,
when they come upon it.

Let Us Speak Of Love

by

Joe Fazio

Is love received richer then that of love
given? Can love be given without being
received? Is it the giver or the taker who
benefits more?

So then, let us speak of love.

If the steam does finally find it's way
through the mountains and valleys
before becoming part of an ocean's
roar, it must continue to flow, least
it dry up, leaving it's brittle and fragile
remains in an empty gully. So it is with
love that is given and not returned.
The who is the taker or the giver? The
stream or the ocean? Neither, for without
the one, there is no other, for they are
one to each other.
Love can not be given with the
expectation of love in return. For, 'pure love'
must mutually be given. There is no 'taker'
only those who 'give' can receive the
gift of love.
There are those that would say, 'I have
given, but not received the love of which
you speak.' I say to you, the love you have
given to those that are unworthy, will like a
leaf in a winter's day, die. Do not despair,
for in the springtime of your life, love will
yet again be born unto you and you may
offer it in all it's glory, anew.

I Fear Not Death

by

Joe Fazio

Death, is at work in each of us.
He devours every element of life
within our mortal body. When he
has had his fill, we shall no longer
be, of earthly matter.

I fear not death, but life. For death
comes unannounced, like the howling
of a December wind and swoops up man,
as he would a dead leaf....and whisks us off into
the great abyss.

Parasites

by

Joe Fazio

I have little regard for most media; for
they are parasites, who prosper at the
cost of the misery and dispair of others

Drowning?

by

Joe Fazio

My writing, is the life raft,
that prevents my drowning,
in a turbulent sea of reality.

Vulnerability

by

Joe Fazio

Life is the ultimate gamble. In order to
receive returns, one must risk the giving of
love; the gift of trust, and the nakedness and
vulnerability of truth and unguarded emotions.

Sounds Of The Night

by

Joe Fazio

Why in daylight do we not hear the owl,
the cricket, the howl of the wolf, or
countless other sounds of the night?
Perhaps they are weary and sleep
throughout the light of day, only to wake
at night and raise their voices, in protest,
of what they perceive to be,
never ending darkness.

The Measure Of Ones Self

by

Joe Fazio

The true essence of life can not be measured
by material well being, or by social statue,
but rather what lies within the heart and
conscious of ones self.

Hope and Love

by

Joe Fazio

The history of every country is carved by
the hand of man, while the hope and love
of humanity, is born of a womens soul.

You Are More

by

Joe Fazio

You are more than the house you live in.
You are more than all the knowledge you
shall ever acquire.
You are more than all the material things,
you now own, or will ever own.

You are more than a mere female or male.
You are more than a friend, father, mother,
wife, husband, girl friend, boy friend,
or all the names that could
possibly describe you.

You..yes you, have been born in His image.
Follow Him through the dark corridors
of life and He shall lead you to the Light
that is His.

Why does He love you?
He loves you...because You...are You.
He loves you...because you are more.

Does one need more than that?

Knowledge

by

Joe Fazio

Money and that which is materialistic
erodes with the passing of time;
while knowledge knows no season
of death.

Beyond

by

Joe Fazio

Like leaves floating from a maple in
autumn, so to do the days of life,
fall silently into the great beyond.

A Feast Of Life

by

Joe Fazio

Come...feast with me;
for the table of life, is abundant,
with the mysteries of existence.

You Are All Things

by

Joe Fazio

I think of you in the peace
solitude and stillness of the early a.m., for
you are tranquillity.

I think of you on an ocean's front,
for you are the roar of the waves,
the power of the sea, and the salt in the air.

I think of you amidst a crowd
and the chorus of city sounds
..for that is my song, and you are the music.

You are my first thought of each new day,
and the last image I glimpse, as my eyes are
closed upon a feathered pillow.

In that secret place called sleep, it is you that
I search for, through shades of darkness and
clouds of cotton.

When do I think of you? Every moment
of my life. And, when the final sleep does come
and if there is thought...
it will be of you.

Survival

by

Joe Fazio

For most, the serenity of mind we seek,
is far to evasive to be discovered. We are
compelled, for the sake of mere survival,
to expend all of our energy to merely exist.

Lost

by

Joe Fazio

Take great care that you do not follow the legions
of lost people; for in their improprieties and in
their rejection of the God within them, they have
forsaken not only Him but themselves.

Safe At Last

by

Joe Fazio

Do not weep for me when I no longer dwell
among the wonders of the earth; for my larger
self is free, and my soul rejoices on the other
side of pain...on the other side of darkness.

Do not weep for me, for I am a ray of sunshine
that touches your skin, a tropical breeze
upon your face, the hush of joy within your heart
and the innocence of babes in mothers arms.
I am the hope in a darkened night. And, in your
hour of need, I will be there to comfort you.
I will share your tears, your joys, your fears,
your disappointments and your triumphs.

Do not weep for me, for I am cradled
in the arms of God. I walk with the angels,
and hear the music beyond the stars.

Do not weep for me, for I am within you;
I am peace, love, I am a soft wind that caresses
the flowers. I am the calm that follows a
raging storm. I am an autumns leaf that floats
among the garden of God, and I am pure
white snow that softly falls upon your hand.

Do not weep for me, for I shall never die,
as long as you remember me...
with a smile and a sigh.

When Love Dies

by

Joe Fazio

When Love Dies
In September, when warm summer days have
slipped into faded memories of too few breezes,
winter is close at hand, with its visions of
leafless trees, blanketed nights and bone
chilling days. Ahhhhh, for those scorching day
of mid July when we cursed the heated nights
as we lie sweltering in our beds.

It has always be and will forever be; that
which we no longer have, is that of which
we yearn for most.

Is not love cherished more when the time
to part has come? Why do we always yearn
for the yesterdays that were taken so lightly,
when they were our 'todays? ' And, when
the flower has wilted on the vine, is it not
the memory of its beauty that we so
yearn for?

Yesterdays...yesterday, oh how I yearn for
yesterday. Today, is the tomorrow we thought
about yesterday. Today, hold close to you,
those who you love, for in the cover of darkness,
'today', will slip quietly and forever, into
yesterday. Fill you 'todays' with the goodness
within you and your memories of yesterdays,
will be your salvation tomorrow.

Who Deserves To Live?

by

Joe Fazio


Do the weak revere life any less than
do the strong?
And, of the wealthy and
the poor, who most appreciates the warmth
of the sun, the richness of the land, the
magic of a starlit sky and the flowers
in the field.?
Does a wise man love life more than the
simplest of man?
Then tell me, who has more of a right to
their next breath of air, a King or a peasant?
It matters not the color, or religion, or cloth
of a man, we are all...each and every one
of us, His children.

La Casa de Flohs

by

Joe Fazio


It is quiet at La Casa de Flohs.
You sleep in fields of cotton and
peaceful streams. Far from the frantic
world of honking horns, and waves of
people, like million of ants going about
their daily chores.
I love that place, La Casa de Flohs. For
it is filled with the magic of anticipation.
It is filled with love of the inhabitants.
And the peace...tranquility, flows through
it, like the spring waters down a mountain
trail.
My minds still sees the wonder of sunset,
as the warmth of day, slips behind that
sea of trees and beauty,
that lies beyond your veranda.
Can anything be more magnificent, then
you and your family, gathered in
the warmth of your kitchen...witnessing
the miracle of each day, as the sun rises
and sets before La Casa de Flohs?
Never loose site of the magic of your love
for each other.

WHEN LOVE DIES

by

Joe Fazio


In September, when warm summer days have
slipped into faded memories of too few breezes,
winter is close at hand, with its visions of
leafless trees, blanketed nights and bone
chilling days. Ahhhhh, for those scorching day
of mid July when we cursed the heated nights
as we lie sweltering in our beds.
It has always be and will forever be; that
which we no longer have, is that of which
we yearn for most.
Is not love cherished more when the time
to part has come? Why do we always yearn
for the yesterdays that were taken so lightly,
when they were our 'todays? ' And, when
the flower has wilted on the vine, is it not
the memory of its beauty that we so
yearn for?

Everything Is Nothing

by

Joe Fazio

I wish of that of use to be's, 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
'material things' that I have labored for, I
have come to realize that in such things,
everything is nothing-for they are only things.

Compassion

by

Joe Fazio

Let us speak of compassion and giving aid
to our fellow human beings.
Why are we so slow to take note of our
brothers plight? Is it not strange, that so
many times it requires the tragedies of
society, to reveal the best of humanity?
So many dire, critical events and desperate
pleas of mankind are seen in the light of day.
It seems they are not responded to, until the
twelfth hour, when darkness comes and
all seems lost. Is it not better to respond to
a cry for help before the darkness, while
there is time, while the light of hope
burns brightly?

Has Our Country Changed?

by

Joe Fazio

In these United States hundreds of years ago,
when our forefathers began to paint a canvas
of the love of God, of honesty, helping thy
neighbor, morality and family unity. We stand
before that canvas now and we see vast
alterations.

Many among us have replaced
honesty with greed, morality with
immorality, helping thy neighbor, with indifference
and family unity with legions of gypsies to roam
the earth without roots, without purpose, without
a love of country and fellow man...without
a love of God.

Take great care that you do not follow the legions
of lost people; for in their improprieties and in
their rejection of the God within them, they have
forsaken not only Him but themselves.

Memories Of You

by

Joe Fazio

MEMORIES OF YOU
I recall the sweet years of yesterday.
I especially remember you. You with the dark,
silken hair and as your eyes fluttered like angel wings,
laughter danced in your eyes

You constantly spoke of things to be. A symphony
or words and thought. Every moment, your entire being,
propelled into life and they adventures it held.
Forever racing toward the next discovery.
Toward all the mysteries of life, that had
yet been revealed.

A lone butterfly, gliding in the summers day, to watching
a New Years celebration, to the last flower on the
threshold of winter, you held all, as a treasure of
life. You embraced every experience, as a
testament of living.

What of my treasures? What do I hold dear ? Surely,
among them, are the moments, I have spent with you.

I often wonder, do you think of me...as I have thought of you?

Veiled Lady

by

Joe Fazio

Are you but a figment of my imagination?
Are you like a mist ascending from the
surface of a lake, only to disappear into
the night. Will you suddenly fade like
the foam on an oceans wave? Has the thought of
your love intoxicated me like too much wine,
and left my vision blurred and my senses
numb. Who are you, my veiled lady
in the darkened night?

It matters not, thought you are real or not.
The quest for love remains my reason for being.
Life without love, is merely existence.
For is not love the one true reason for
being?

Unseen Words

by

Joe Fazio

As women are full with their
unborn children, so it is that
I am filled with my unborn words.
As a mother who loves her child
that is yet to be seen, so to, do I
yearn for words which are unborn
and lie in darkness.
I say to myself, 'come to the light,
come forth from me, that I might
see you...so that I might see my
child that is born of thought.

Mixed Blessings

by

Joe Fazio

God blesses us all.
However, here on earth
He blesses some more
than others.

The Best In Life

by

Joe Fazio

When there is love in ones live, the
spirit soars, the sun shines brighter
and the sould is at peace.

Without You?

by

Joe Fazio

I need you, not only because
I love you. I need you, because
I can not live without you.

No Other Love Have I

by

Joe Fazio

The day has been long and arduous. I am
weary and I have need of you.

I retreat to my lair, close the door behind me,
turn on some very quieting, classical music,
sit in my easy chair, lean back, close my
eyes, and transcend the world around me.
I then make my way, to our mountain retreat.

There, I am alone. In a brief moment, the
music of the forest surrounds me and I
am truly at peace.

As I make my way, through the heavily treed,
leaf covered path, I suddenly see you,
standing there, surrounded by wild flowers.
Behind you, a small stream, trembles it's way down
the mountainside. You are so radiantly beautiful,
I overflow, ache with love for you. No words are
spoken. As I find myself bursting for want of your love.
For the need hold you...touch you.
Slowly, we make our way toward each other.

We are here, in our Garden Of Eden, with
all the captivating, beautiful and hidden treasures
that await us.

We meet amid a bed of soft, green moss.
Our hands reach of, touch, and as if in
slow motion, we find ourselves seated
on this bed of Gods making. Your lips
are moist, my heart pounding. Your breath
quickens, as the rise and fall of your full
breasts seem to try to free themselves.
I'm am inches from those lips, I have long
for. As you move toward me, we kiss.
A long, moist, tender... hungry kiss.
A kiss, that fulfills all the promises of
love. I fell myself, melting into your embrace.
I lay you gently back on the bed of green.
You touching the pulsating volcano between
beneath my pants. I unbutton your blouse,
and free you from the thin veiled garment, that
covers your hardened nipples. For a brief
moment, I stare at you, with the clouded
dreamy eyes. My lips softly, encircle your
erect nipples, as your hands slide behind
my head, and crush my lips to your softness.
You rip open my pants, clutching my throbbing
member. I touch you in your most private part
and it is moist...wanting. We clutch, grab, explore
each other, like two wild animals. You open yourself
to me, and murmur "now...now...please now."
I can wait no longer, as my missal of love,
seeks the scalding wetness between your legs.
I can barely contain myself, then....

The phone rings. No! No! Not now!
It keep ringing...ringing...ringing!
Keeper of dreams, I beg you...not now.
Please...not now.

The vision evaporates! I try to recapture
it. The phone, now sounding like an
alarm, persists. I have lost the dream.
I have lost...her.

Dammit! I curse the reality of this moment..

She knows, as do I, I will go to her again.
I can not give her up. For she has become
me...and I her.

Until tomorrow...or another day...or another
time...or another world.
It matters not where she is. I shall find her.
For she is my love...and I shall come again .

A Love In The Mist

by

Joe Fazio

The day has been long and arduous. I am
weary and I have need of you.

I retreat to my lair, close the door behind me,
turn on some very quieting, classical music,
sit in my easy chair, lean back, close my
eyes, and transcend the world around me.
I then make my way, to our mountain retreat.
There, I am alone. In a brief moment, the
music of the forest surrounds me and I
am truly at peace.

As I make my way, through the heavily treed,
leaf covered path, I suddenly see you,
standing there, surrounded by wild flowers.
Behind you, a small stream, trembles it's way down
the mountainside. You are so radiantly beautiful,
I overflow, ache with love for you. No words are
spoken. I find myself bursting, for want of your love.
For the need to hold you...touch you.
Slowly, we make our way toward each other.

We meet amid a bed of soft, green moss.
Our hands reach out, touch, and as if in
slow motion, we find ourselves seated
on this bed of Gods making. Your lips
are moist, my heart pounding. Your breath
quickens, as the rise and fall of your full
breasts seem to try to free themselves.
I'm am inches from those lips, I have long
for. As you move toward me, we kiss.
A long, moist, tender... hungry kiss.
A kiss, that fulfills all the promises of
love. I fell myself, melting into your embrace.
I lay you gently back on the bed of green.
You touching the pulsating volcano between
beneath my pants. I unbutton your blouse,
and free you from the thin veiled garment, that
that had covered your hardened nipples. For a brief
moment, I stare at you, with the clouded
dreamy eyes. My lips softly, encircle your
erect nipples, as your hands slide behind
my head, and crush my lips to your softness.
You rip open my pants, clutching my throbbing
member. I touch you in your most private part
and it is moist...wanting. We clutch, grab, explore
each other, like two wild animals. You open yourself
to me, and murmur "Now...now...please now."
I can wait no longer, as my missile of love,
on the verge of exploding, seeks the inviting wetness,
between your legs. I can barely contain myself, then....

The phone rings. No! No! Not now!
It keeps ringing...ringing...ringing!
Keeper of dreams, I beg you...not now.
Please...not now.

The vision evaporates! I try to recapture
it. The phone, now sounding like an
alarm, persists. I have lost the dream.
I have lost...her.

Dammit! I curse the reality of this moment.

She knows, as do I, I will go to her again.
I can not give her up. For she has become
me...and I her.

Until tomorrow...or another day...or another
time...or another world.
It matters not where she is. I shall find her.
For she is my love...and I shall yet again,
go to her

For Geraldine

by

Joe Fazio

You have left us, for that other side of
darkness and the other side of pain. Now, the stars
will lose their twinkle and the moon will lose
its joy.

And the birds will cease to sing their song,
for they'll know at last, that you are gone.
The sky will then turn dark and then will
come the rain.

The laughter, will never be the same.
They'll be less of that and more of pain.

As I look to the sky above, I
tell you my sister, about my love.

I've said, oh God, of this I wonder,
has thou, my Christ, now made a blunder?

Say it, Dear Lord, admit your mistake.
Touch her for me...make her awake.

You took her so young, from her three boys.
You took thier mother and much of their joys.

They've told me, You have a reason, for all things done.
I've search and I've search and couldn't find one.

I know You'll tell me, when comes the day,
when it becomes my turn, to go away.

Until then Dear Lord, on high above,
tell her she's missed and that she is loved.

About God, Sent by Alicia

by

Joe Fazio

The next time you feel like GOD can't use you, just remember...
Noah was a drunk
Abraham was too old
Isaac was a daydreamer
Jacob was a liar
Leah was ugly
Joseph was abused
Moses had a stuttering problem
Gideon was afraid
Samson had long hair and was a womanizer
Rahab was a prostitute
Jeremiah and Timothy were too young
David had an affair and was a murderer
Elijah was suicidal
Isaiah preached naked
Jonah ran from God
Naomi was a widow
Job went bankrupt
Peter denied Christ
The Disciples fell asleep while praying
Martha worried about everything
The Samaritan woman was divorced, more than once
Zaccheus was too small
Paul was too religious
Timothy had an ulcer... AND
Lazarus was dead!

Now! No more excuses!
God can use you to your full potential.
Besides you aren't the message, you are just the messenger.
And one more thing... share this with a friend or two...
In the Circle of God's love, God's waiting to use your full potential.
1. God wants spiritual fruit, not religious nuts.
2. Dear God, I have a problem, it's Me.
3. Growing old is inevitable... growing UP is optional.
4. There is no key to happiness. The door is always open.
5. Silence is often misinterpreted but never misquoted.
6. Do the math... count your blessings.
7. Faith is the ability to not panic.
8. Laugh every day, it's like inner jogging.
9. If you worry, you didn't pray. If you pray, don't worry.
10. As a child of God, prayer is kind of like calling home everyday.
11. Blessed are the flexible for they shall not be bent out of shape.
12. The most important things in your house are the people.
13. When we get tangled up in our problems, be still.
God wants us to be still so He can untangle the knot.
14. A grudge is a heavy thing to carry.
15. He who dies with the most toys is still dead.

Have a great day!!! The SON is shining and he can certainly use you!

Tomorrow Never Came...

by

Joe Fazio

Like an early morning tied, whos waves
endlessly washed up on a warm
sandy beach, so to, do the memories of
you, wash over my every waking moment.

I remember watching you sleep as the morning
sun filtered through the lace curtains you made.
I watched in silence, at the way the suns soft rays
kissed your sleeping form , never waking you.
Your face, so peaceful, and always with a
faint hint of a wry smile. I always wondered,
what is she seeing? Thinking?

That face, that so many times, was smothered
with thousands of gentle, caring,
loving kisses from me.

I remember our being fused together as one.
Never wanting to stop. Never wanting to let go.
Kissing...hugging...touching places in body
and soul we never knew existed.

I remember my daily trek to the buildings of
the concrete jungle and my calling you
several times a day...just to hear your voice.

I remember the empty place within me,
that only you could fill, with love, joy
and that good to be alive feeling.

I remember every laugh and every tear we
ever shed together.

I remember every time and every place you
said, 'I love you.'

I remember the day I came home and you
were not at the door. My heart skipped a
beat. You had been ill, and I raced to our bedroom.
You lay atop the covered bed. Your eyes, in a
blank stare. Open. As I moved to the bed,
I knew you were gone, tears scalding my cheeks.
I sat beside you, holding your hands,
closing your eyes and softly kissing them.

I remember that look; 'the light of life...had
left your eyes.' Like a drop of water in the
desert, my passion for life and living,
dried up and left with you.

I had traveled the world. From the Alps in
Switzerland to the flowers of the field
in the mid west. Yes, I saw the Vatican,
paintings of the greats and historic places
a thousand years old. I saw the Pyramides.
I witnessed the beauty and promise of the world.
In all these things...you were the best
part of who I had become. In all these things...
you were the most treasured.

You remain alive...within me.

And Then Came The Darkness

by

Joe Fazio

You were the sunshine...
in the shadows of my life.
Now...I shall never see you again, and
the shadows...grow darker ever more.

Does One Only Live Once?

by

Joe Fazio

I weep for all the things that use to be.
I weep for all...which will never be.
I weep for those I loved and now, no longer here.
I weep for all I could have done, and didn't.
I weep for all the wasted moments.
It seems there are more regrets, then not.
Perhaps in another time...in another place,
I shall be better. I shall do better.

I have heard it said, 'You only live once.
But if you do it right...once is enough'
I hope that's not true. I'd surely like
to do it again. Next time...I'll try
to do it right.

For My Father

by

Joe Fazio

The old man said to the youth,
"I know of youth and I know of
age, but you who aren't of age,
can only know of youth. So you
make the music of the strong
and the young, and I'll sing
the song of the old, that are done.
Together we'll walk toward the
setting sun, but I'll leave long
before you, my youthful one.

You're so strong, so young, so
bright I'm told. You're my
yesterdays, my memories, and now
I'm old.

'Oh what I'd give for days gone
by" the old man murmured, with a
long deep sigh.

The youth glimpsed the man with
the tired face, and knew in his
heart, he bound for that place.
That place, the other side of a
starlit sky, a place called Heaven,
way up on high.

The youth was sad, in pain and
shed a tear, the old man hugged him,
and gone was fear. Longingly, he look
at the boy as he whispered...
"I go from here."

The youth protested and cried,
and said "don't leave". The old man smiled and
said "don't grieve.

For every man, comes a time to go,
it's now my time, for this I know.
I've lived my life and now I wonder,
what it is, that's beyond the thunder."

Toward the setting sun, they strode,
and boy sadly whispered, "goodby...
till I'm old."

For: Deanna & Angela

by

Joe Fazio

We've had many laughs together and
surely, shed our share of tears.
We've shared a lot of love.

We've had some spirited disagreements.
However, for the most part,
we've had a pretty good ride.

I guess we're like the roots of a tree,
that grow deep down. Like those roots,
there are times, when we get a bit tangled.

However, the roots are still there.
They're still deep and,
they're still strong
The love...is still there.
It always will be.

For My Friend: Christopher George 1931-1983

by

Joe Fazio

Do not weep for me when I no longer dwell
among the wonders of the earth; for my larger
self is free, and my soul rejoices on the other
side of pain...on the other side of darkness.

Do not weep for me, for I am a ray of sunshine
that touches your skin, a tropical breeze
upon your face, the hush of joy within your heart
and the innocence of babes in mothers arms.
I am the hope in a darkened night. And, in your
hour of need, I will be there to comfort you.
I will share your tears, your joys, your fears,
your disappointments and your triumphs.

Do not weep for me, for I am cradled
in the arms of God. I walk with the angels,
and hear the music beyond the stars.

Do not weep for me, for I am within you;
I am peace, love, I am a soft wind that caresses
the flowers. I am the calm that follows a
raging storm. I am an autumns leaf that floats
among the garden of God, and I am pure
white snow that softly falls upon your hand.

Do not weep for me, for I shall never die,
as long as you remember me...
with a smile and a sigh.

A Life Sacrificed

by

Joe Fazio

Many of us are caught up in our
own life. Perhaps we can spend a moment
in reflection of all those good men and
women who have given thier life in the
service of their country.

America, the land of plenty. We have taken
the fuits of the land. We have taken all
the riches our country has to offer. We
have acquired "so many things" that we
need to question, do we really need all
this stuff? We take...and take...and take,
until there is little left for our country
to give.

Let us try for a moment, in each day, not take,
but give our hearts, thoughts and prayers
to those that are less fortunate and
to those who have given all they have.
Their lives.

Moments Of Pleasure

by

Joe Fazio

The day has been long and arduous. I am
weary and I have need of you.

I retreat to my lair, close the door behind me,
turn on some very quieting, classical music,
sit in my easy chair, lean back, close my
eyes, and transcend the world around me.
I then make my way, to our mountain retreat.
There, I am alone. In a brief moment, the
music of the forest surrounds me and I
am truly at peace.

As I make my way, through the heavily treed,
leaf covered path, I suddenly see you,
standing there, surrounded by wild flowers.
Behind you, a small stream, trembles it's way down
the mountainside. You are so radiantly beautiful,
I overflow, ache with love for you. No words are
spoken. I find myself bursting, for want of your love.
For the need to hold you...touch you.
Slowly, we make our way toward each other.

We meet amid a bed of soft, green moss.
Our hands reach out, touch, and as if in
slow motion, we find ourselves seated
on this bed of Gods making. Your lips
are moist, my heart pounding. Your breath
quickens, as the rise and fall of your full
breasts seem to try to free themselves.
I'm am inches from those lips, I have long
for. As you move toward me, we kiss.
A long, moist, tender... hungry kiss.
A kiss, that fulfills all the promises of
love. I feel myself, melting into your very soul.
I lay you gently back on the bed of green.
You, touching the pulsating volcano
beneath my pants. I unbutton your blouse,
and free you from the thin veiled garment,
that had covered your hardened nipples.

For a brief moment, I stare at you.
Your breasts,moist with desire and your
eyes fill with love and the promise of ecstasy.
I tremble,as if a magnet, the brown circles of
desire, atop your milky white breasts, draw my lips,
to softly encircle your erect nipples.Your hands slide
behind my head, and crush my lips to your softness.
You rip open my pants, clutching the hard roundness, of
my throbbing flesh. I touch you in your most private part
and it is wet...wanting. We clutch, grab, explore
each other, like two wild animals. You open yourself
to me, and murmur, "Now...now...please now."
I can wait no longer, as my missile of love,
on the verge of exploding, seeks the inviting wetness,
between your legs. I can barely contain myself, then....

The phone rings. No! No! Not now!
It keeps ringing...ringing...ringing!
Keeper of dreams, I beg you...not now.
Please...not now.

The vision evaporates! I try to recapture
it. The phone, now sounding like an
alarm, persists. I have lost the dream.
I have lost...her.

Dammit! I curse the reality of the moment.

She knows, as do I, I will go to her again.
I can not give her up. For she has become
me...and I her.

Until tomorrow...or another day...or another
time...or another world.
It matters not where she is. I shall find her.
For she is my love...and I shall yet again,
go to her.

Lonely

by

Joe Fazio

I Miss You...

I miss your quiet caring, your gentelness,
the softness of you, and the warm cloak
of your love.

I miss your smile that was always so
tentative, but warm like the sunshine,
gentle as the rain, and softer than a rose.

I miss your honesty, your caring and your loyaty.

I miss your eyes, nose...mouth. I miss the
sound, the comfort of your voice.

I miss your laughter, your joy-I miss
your tears, your kiss, your touch, and I
miss our bodies pressed together,
entwined as one.

I miss falling asleep with you in my arms,
and waking up to the warmness of you next to me.

I miss...I miss, everything about you.

Beyond Life

by

Joe Fazio

This is a piece that Wayne Newton liked very much. In a personal letter, he wrote to me,
he stated, "I can almost hear the music to this poem."


If There Is Remembrance

When I am gone from here, this place
called earth, I shall miss the ones I
hold so dear.

I shall miss the music of the brook,
and the symphony of the sea.

I shall miss the meadows and the forest
and the flowers in the spring.

I shall miss the gray light of dawn, the blue
sky above and the gentle breeze on a
dark starry night.

I shall miss the hope of tomorrow, the rush
of the wind and the promise of love.

I shall miss the rain from the sky, the dew
on the grass and the softness of roses.

I shall miss the cold breath of winter, springs
gentle touch, the warmness of summer
and the beauty of fall.

I shall miss the joys in my life, the light that
is truth and the song of the blackbird.

I shall miss the laughter of chlidren, the
wisdom of age and my friends at my side.

I shall miss the silence of an early morn,
the whisper of the wind and the peace
in my heart.

I shall miss all that there is about this earth.
I shall miss you...life.

The Dream

by

Joe Fazio

I make my way, through the heavily treed,
leaf covered path, I suddenly see you,
standing there, surrounded by wild flowers.
Behind you, a small stream, trembles it's way down
the mountainside. You are so radiantly beautiful,
I overflow, ache with love for you. No words are
spoken. I find myself bursting, for want of your love.
For the need to hold you...touch you.
Slowly, we make our way toward each other.

We meet amid a bed of soft, green moss.
Our hands reach out, touch, and as if in
slow motion, we find ourselves seated
on this bed of Gods making. Your lips
are moist, my heart pounding. Your breath
quickens, as the rise and fall of your full
breasts seem to try to free themselves.
I'm am inches from those lips, I have long
for. As you move toward me, we kiss.
A long, moist, tender... hungry kiss.
A kiss, that fulfills all the promises of
love. I feel myself, melting into your very soul.
I lay you gently back on the bed of green.
You touching the pulsating volcano
beneath my pants. I unbutton your blouse,
and free you from the thin veiled garment,
that had covered your hardened nipples.

For a brief moment, I stare at you.
Your breasts, moist with desire and your
eyes fill with love and the promise of ecstasy.
I tremble, as if a magnet, the brown circles of
desire, atop your milky white breasts, draw my lips,
to softly encircle your erect nipples.Your hands slide
behind my head, and crush my lips to your softness.
You rip open my pants, clutching the hard roundness, of
my throbbing flesh. I touch you in your most private part
and it is wet...wanting. We clutch, grab, explore
each other, like two wild animals. You open yourself
to me, and murmur, 'Now...now...please now.'
I can wait no longer, as my missile of love,
on the verge of exploding, seeks the inviting wetness,
between your legs. I can barely contain myself, then....

The phone rings. No! No! Not now!
It keeps ringing...ringing...ringing!
Keeper of dreams, I beg you...not now!
Please...not now!

The vision evaporates! I try to recapture
it. The phone, now sounding like an
alarm, persists. I have lost the dream.
I have lost...her.

Dammit! I curse the reality of the moment!

She knows, as do I, I will go to her again.
I can not give her up. For she has become
me...and I her.

Until tomorrow...or another day...or another
time...or another world.
It matters not where she is. I shall find her.
For she is my love...and I shall yet again,
go to her.

An Accomplishment Of A Lifetime

by

Joe Fazio

A man can walk many roads during
the course of his life.
He can know many people.
However, if he finds one...
just one true friend, that is
an accomplishment of a lifetime.

Dark Days and Empty Nights

by

Joe Fazio

I miss your quiet caring, your gentelness,
the softness of you, and the warm cloak
of your love.
I miss your smile that was always so
tentative, but warm like the sunshine,
gentle as the rain, and softer than a rose.
I miss your honesty, your caring and your loyaty.
I miss your eyes, nose...mouth. I miss the
sound, the comfort of your voice.
I miss your laughter, your joy-I miss
your tears, your kiss, your touch, and I
miss our bodies pressed together,
entwined as one.
I miss falling asleep with you in my arms,
and waking up to the warmness of you next to me.
I miss...I miss, everything about you.

Life And The Sea

by

Joe Fazio


As Life Slips Away

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
last of life recedes into a foggy mist,
that disappears into the light that
is hope.

September Song

by

Joe Fazio

In September, when warm summer days have
slipped into faded memories of too few breezes,
winter is close at hand, with its visions of
leafless trees, blanketed nights and bone
chilling days. Ahhhhh, for those scorching day
of mid July, when we cursed the heated nights,
as we lie sweltering in our beds.

It has always be and will forever be; that
which we no longer have, is that of which
we yearn for most.

Is not love cherished more when the time
to part has come? Why do we always yearn
for the yesterdays that were taken so lightly,
when they were our 'todays? ' And, when
the flower has wilted on the vine, is it not
the memory of its beauty that we so
yearn for?

Yesterdays...yesterday, oh how I yearn for
yesterday. Today, is the tomorrow we thought
about yesterday. Today, hold close to you,
those who you love, for in the cover of darkness,
'today', will slip quietly and forever, into
yesterday. Fill you 'todays' with the goodness
within you and your memories of yesterdays,
will be your salvation tomorrow.

Bath Me In Your Tears

by

Joe Fazio

No greater comfort can be found,
then tears of love and caring.
When the love of another, does rise
from ones heat, and overflow in tears,
know ye well, that greater love,
does not exist.
Bath me in your tears, oh pure and snow white dove,
and you will shower me, with goodness hope and love.
Bath me in your tears, my lifes an angry sea.
Bath me in your tears, bring tranquility to me.
Bath me in you tears, and wash away my fear.
Hold me close my love, that I might know you care.
Bath me in your tears, and mend my lonely heart.
Kiss me, love me...tell me... we shall never part.
Bath me in your tears, a heavens mist of dew,
that I might see the light, with help from only you.
And when my life is over, and I am put to rest,
I'll take your tears of love and joy...
for they're the very best.

Indiscretion

by

Joe Fazio

A single act of indiscretion, can destroy a
lifetime of integrity.

Life Is Like A Play

by

Joe Fazio

One can be discret, do the 'right thing"
all of their lives, however, if you 'mess up',
that is what people will remember.

So you see, life, it's really likened to a play.
If the last act is bad, the rest
is not remembered.

You Are Indeed Beautiful

by

Joe Fazio

Beautiful , are you, as the flowers of the field.
Beautiful, is the sound of your voice.
Beautiful, is the touch of your hand.
Beautiful, are the eyes that speak of love.
Beautiful, is your understanding and kindness.
Beautiful, is the way you always consider others.
Beautiful, are the courage of your convictions.
Beautiful, are the silent, countless words of, I love you.
Beautiful, is the softness of your touch.
Beautiful, are the children that you hold dear.
Beautiful, is your faith, honesty and loyalty.
Beautiful, are the people, you bless with your love.
Beautiful, are you secret acts of charity.
Beautiful, is the goodness, you give to all.
Beautiful, is the way your never judge anyone.
Beautiful, is your never dreaming...that you are indeed so beautiful.
Beautiful, is your heart...your very soul.
Beautiful, is the way you have made this a better world.
Beautiful, is the helping hand, you extend to all.
Have I told you, you are beautiful in every way?
Have I told you, my beautiful one, that I love you?

We are blessed to know, one who is as beautiful
as you, in so many ways.
P.S.
I love you.

What Worth Money?

by

Joe Fazio

Money and that which is materialistic,
erodes with the passing of time;
while knowledge and wisdom knows not
a season of death.

Reason

by

Joe Fazio

Is a reason to live,
and a reason to die...
drawn from the same pool of reason?

My Life Raft

by

Joe Fazio

My writing, is the life raft,
that prevents my drowning,
in a turbulent sea of reality.

Life Is A Gamble.

by

Joe Fazio

Life is the ultimate gamble. In order to
receive returns, one must risk the giving of
love; the gift of trust, and the nakedness and
vulnerability of truth and unguarded emotions.

The Essence Of Life

by

Joe Fazio

The true essence of life can not be measured
by material well being, or by social statue,
but rather what lies within the heart and
conscious of ones self.

Serenity?

by

Joe Fazio

For most, the serenity of mind we seek,
is far to evasive to be discovered. We are
compelled, for the sake of mere survival,
to expend all of our energy to merely exist.

Existence

by

Joe Fazio

Life: mans eternal search to find the
meaning of himself and the justification
for his existence.

For Mother

by

Joe Fazio

Mother, who gave us her heart...her very soul.
Mother, who's understanding never wavered.
Mother, the one who dried our tears.
Mother, she lead us to the path of His Love.
Mother, who washed our cloths and cleaned the house.
Mother, who instilled confidence in her children.
Mother, who walked us to school.
Mother, who loved us like no other.
Mother, who quelled the anger within us.
Mother, who drove us to all our practices.
Mother, who never forgot our special occasions.
Mother, who protected her family, as a lion to a cub.
Mother, who always supported our father.
Mother, who scrimped and saved for our daily needs.
Mother, who was always the last to eat.
Mother, who was always the first to rise.
Mother, who cared for the animals.
Mother, a love that knew no limits.
Mother, who forever placed her family, before herself.
Mother, who was grateful, for every passing acknowledgement.
Mother, whose eyes shined, when she heard the words,
I love you mom.
Mother, who always saw the good in us.
Mother, who always taught us to never, never, give up.
Mother, who instilled in us, to be better.
Mother, who made us believe, we could accomplish anything.
Mother, mother...mother, you were like no other.

Mother, you will always remain, in our
hearts, in our deeds,in our thoughts,
in our lives and in our prayers.

Surely, beyond the stars, there's a special place for Mothers.

Evil, An Option?

by

Joe Fazio

The suppression of evil that lies within
all of us, is a character option, that one
can exercise or not.

illlusion or faith?

by

Joe Fazio

Is God an illusion, for the benefit and
comfort of mankind? I think not,
for I believe He is.

I Confess

by

Joe Fazio

I confess, before I met you, I was on
a lonely journey, on a dead end road.

I confess, you brought sunlight, to the
dark abyss within me.

I confess, you awakened my senses, to
the beauty that life held.

I confess, I can tell you where, what day,
and under what willow tree,
I fell in love with you.

I confess, the first time, I felt the softness of
you and the rapture of your body, I felt as
man, finally complete. Finally fulfilled.

I confess, when I realized that you loved me,
it caused me to weep with happiness.

I confess you have released me from darkness and
replaced the hopeless of my existence, with the
joy of life.

I confess, your voice, is as a bird in song and your
smile, is as the light of night.

I confess, when I utter your name, it comes as a
symphony, from my heart.

I confess, when you are near, you a like the fragrance,
from the flowers of a field.

I confess, your moist lips, beckon one, as
the rippling sea, in a summers sunlight.

I confess, from my emotional prison, you have taken
me to castles in the air. Where the sun shines always,
and the flowers of life, forever bloom.

I confess, my past constant companions of loneliness,
and anguish, have been replaced by the love
you have showered me with.

I confess, I find you beauty, your heart so kind, and
your unconditional love, surely more than I deserve.

I confess, your gentleness, and purity of heart,
is like the pristine, new falling snow.

I confess, you are the sunlight in a darkened sky.
A delicate crystal goblet and the heavens rain, that
fill it.

I confess, you are summer days, winter nights, the
beauty of fall and the promise of spring.

I confess, when I found you, I found
the other half of who I am. You have
completed me.

I confess, you are my all, my everything....my life.

I confess, I love you...love you...love you.

Alone And Scared

by

Joe Fazio


Alone, am I in this darkened place.
Alone, as I group, search, for a ray of light.

Alone, as the black of night, blankets
all traces of humanity.

Alone, with the only sound I hear, is the
beating of my heart.

Alone, as slowly, panic grips me, with the
harsh reality of oneness.

Alone, as my mind...I, attempt to leave this
prison of darkness, silence and uncertainty.

Alone, as perspiration breaks my skin, and
I slowly contemplate, what if it all ends here? Now.

Alone, panicked, I attempt to recall prayers learned
as a child. '"Oh my God, I am heartily sorrow,...No!
Not that one! I need another! Something more contrite!

Alone, desperately, I search the jumbled memories
of youth. Where...where is that special prayer I
need? Dammit, where is it! Ahhhh...sorry God,
for the loss of temper. I'm just a bit upset.
Since I'm talking to you, I need to be honest.
I'm scared! Yes...yes I believe in you. I want to
be at your side...but I just don't want to die to
do it.

Alone, and I did it again! I know I made Him angry, with
that type of dialog.

Alone, and I'm thinking, this catholic up bringing, is
tuff on a guy. If one doesn't do what He wants,
bingo, you go to hell! I try to be a good guy, however,
sometime I slip. Then I think, what the hell am I
going to do, to make up for that!

Alone, and I'm now talking directly to Him! What...do
I really expect, an answer ?

Alone, and I am now on the verge on being certifiably, mad!

Alone, I gotta hang on here. Calm myself. Think. Think!

Alone, I take a long, deep breath...and let it out. There,
that's better.

Alone. What's that! A noise? A voice? What ?

Alone, as a silent, hallowed voice, breaks the
eerie stillness. "You...you there in the darkness."

Alone, as I think, no! No Way! That voice is not
speaking to me!

Alone, as my heart is beating like a trip hammer. I
wait...hope, the voice was just my imagination.
Then, the voice, again. This time louder!
"What do you mean, am I talking to you? It
must be you. Are you not the only on there in
the darkness?"

Alone...oh shit, I'm not alone! He's here!
The voice responds, " I don't think we need
the 'oh shit' part.

Alone...as I swallow hard. Trembling I ask,
"What...what do you want?"
"I want to help you," the hallowed voice responds.

Alone, and I'm thinking, Good, that's good, He's not
mad at me. My voice trembles, as I respond,
"What do you want me to do? How...how are
you gonna help me?"

Alone, as I wait for a reply, for what seems to be
and eternity. Then, I hear His voice.
"I can tell you how to never be in the dark
again. Would you like that?"

Alone...darkness, forget that stuff. He's here
to help me! All of a sudden the world is
right! He's gonna help me! As blurt out,
"Thank you! Thank you! Yes, please tell
me, how to rid this darkness now
and forever !"

"You promise to do as I ask."

Alone, I anxiously, I reply. "Yes, anything!"

"You will never be in the dark again. If
you do this one thing."

"God, tell me what it is. I swear I'll do it!"

He hesitated, and than spoke. "If you
want to rid the darkness in your life,
then pay your electric bill, you putz!"

Pain And Joy

by

Joe Fazio

You Are The Pain and The Joy

You are the Pain and the joy
on the stage of life.

You are the pain hunger and the joy
of food on ones table.

You are the pain of the homeless,
and the joy, of the home,
in His heart.

You are the pain on a bitter,
winter day and the joy, in
the warmth of the sun.

You are the pain and joy,in the
solitude, of those moments alone.

You are the pain and joy, that
lingers in ones heart.

You are the pain in music that is bad,
and you are the joy, in my song
of life.

You are the pain, in the tragedies
of the world, and the joy in the
goodness of people.

You are the pain of the orphans of
the street, and the joy, in a
mothers love.

You are the pain, in a sometime unjust
world, and the joy in the spirit
of ones heart.

You are the pain, in the loss of
loved ones, and the joy, when they
are seated at His table.

You are the pain of self destructive
addiction and the joy in redemption.

You are the pain, in the sicknesses of
this world, and the joy in the
hope of recovery.

You are the pain in the misery of the poor,
and disenfranchise, and the joy, in
the parts of society, that attempts to,
raise them up.

You are the pain and you are the joy,
in all things. For you see, in life, there
can not be joy...unless there is pain.

Butterfly

by

Joe Fazio

Butterfly...my all..my own, Butterfly

My butterfly, I remember the
day we met. You bumped into me.
Well, sort of floated, from no where,
and from that moment, I recall what
I said, 'Well, my little butterfly,
where did you come from.?

Butterfly, you laughed, and responded,
'I picked you out, and just floated down,
and landed on your shoulder.

Butterfly, there are many that think
that a Butterfly, can't laugh, but you did.

They think that a Butterfly, does not cry,
but you have.

Can a Butterfly be happy, cause happiness?
Butterfly, of mine...you did.

Can a Butterfly, caused one to nearly burst
with joy? Butterfly, you did and you have.

Butterfly, there is not a moment, since I
met you, that I can not recall.

Some might wonder what a butterfly, drinks.
Butterfly, shall we let them know, we became
intoxicated, as we sipped the nectar of life.

As my butterfly and I floated through the
wonders of earth, I wish we could share the
joy we found, with all of this planet.

Butterfly, shall we always be together?
Butterfly, I do not mean, just here on
earth, I mean until the stars stop shinning.
Butterfly, I mean, until there is no moon...
no anything, but my Butterfly and I.

Butterfly...I think that we will. Butterfly,
I believe that we were meant to be.

What Of The Child?

by

Joe Fazio

Who Will Teach The Child?

Who will teach the child? I speak not
of the lessons of school, but those of
life, living and those of God.

Who will teach the child, that in
war no one wins and all humanity loses
a part of who we are.

Who will teach the child, that God,
morality, honesty, love and respect are
the coner stones of the civilized world.
Without them, mankind will crumble and
disappeared forever more.

Who will teach the child of compassion
for their fellow man and respect for anothers
God, or color or creed?

Who will teach the child, all these things
and more?

The answer is whispered in your love...beating
in your heart....and echoed in your soul.
Who will teach the child? ...It must be you.
Joe Fazio

To You I Give My Heart

by

Joe Fazio


How could you not know I
loved you? For it was always
in my eyes, in every touch and
in every polite embrace we've ever
had. It was in all the hello's and
all the goodbye's I'v ever spoken,
Could you not hear the pounding
of my heart and see the soaring
of my spirit? How could you not
know I love you? I have asked
that question a thousand times.
If you are ever to love me, it must
be now, For it is nearly the end
of my time, when the shadow of
the trees grow long and then...
and then appears no more.

My Music

by

Joe Fazio

You are the music, in the
symphony of life.

You are the music in the peace
solitude and stillness of the
early a.m., for you are the
song in my heart.

You are the music on an ocean's front,
for you are the roar of the waves,
the power of the sea,
and the salt in the air.

You are the muusic amidst a crowd
and the chorus of city sounds
..for that is my song,
and you are the music.

You are the music in my thoughts
of each new day, and the last image
I glimpse, as my eyes are
closed upon a feathered pillow.

You are the music, In that secret place
called sleep. I search for you through
all the songs of life. It is you that
I search for, through shades of darkness
and clouds of cotton.

When I think of you, the music is always and
forever. Every moment of my life. And, when
the final sleep does come and if there is music,
I shall think of you.

You Are The Joy...and The Pain

by

Joe Fazio

You Are The Pain and The Joy

You are the Pain and the joy
on the stage of life.

You are the pain hunger and the joy
of food on ones table.

You are the pain of the homeless,
and the joy, of the home,
in His heart.

You are the pain on a bitter,
winter day and the joy, in
the warmth of the sun.

You are the pain and joy, in the
solitude, of those moments alone.

You are the pain and joy, that
lingers in ones heart.

You are the pain in music that is bad,
and you are the joy, in my song
of life.

You are the pain, in the tragedies
of the world, and the joy in the
goodness of people.

You are the pain of the orphans of
the street, and the joy, in a
mothers love.

You are the pain, in a sometime unjust
world, and the joy in the spirit
of ones heart.

You are the pain, in the loss of
loved ones, and the joy, when they
are seated at His table.

You are the pain of self destructive
addiction and the joy in redemption.

You are the pain, in the sicknesses of
this world, and the joy in the
hope of recovery.

You are the pain in the misery of the poor,
and disenfranchise, and the joy, in
the parts of society, that attempts to,
raise them up.

You are the pain and you are the joy,
in all things. For you see, in life, there
can not be joy...unless there is pain.

Passion

by

Joe Fazio

Passion, Passion, Passion, Passion

I Confess

I confess, before I met you, I was on
a lonely journey, on a dead end road.

I confess, you brought sunlight, to the
dark abyss within me.

I confess, you awakened my senses, to
the beauty that life held.

I confess, I can tell you where, what day,
and under what willow tree,
I fell in love with you.

I confess, the first time, I felt the softness of
you and the rapture of your body, I felt as
man, finally complete. Finally fulfilled.

I confess, when I realized that you loved me,
it caused me to weep with happiness.

I confess you have released me from darkness and
replaced the hopeless of my existence, with the
joy of life.

I confess, your voice, is as a bird in song and your
smile, is as the light of night.

I confess, when I utter your name, it comes as a
symphony, from my heart.

I confess, when you are near, you a like the fragrance,
from the flowers of a field.

I confess, your moist lips, beckon one, as
the rippling sea, in a summers sunlight.

I confess, from my emotional prison, you have taken
me to castles in the air. Where the sun shines always,
and the flowers of life, forever bloom.

I confess, my past constant companions of loneliness,
and anguish, have been replaced by the love
you have showered me with.

I confess, I find you beauty, your heart so kind, and
your unconditional love, surely more than I deserve.

I confess, your gentleness, and purity of heart,
is like the pristine, new falling snow.

I confess, you are the sunlight in a darkened sky.
A delicate crystal goblet and the heavens rain, that
fill it.

I confess, you are summer days, winter nights, the
beauty of fall and the promise of spring.

I confess, when I found you, I found
the other half of who I am. You have
completed me.

I confess, you are my all, my everything....my life.

I confess, I love you...love you...love you.

Magic

by

Joe Fazio

Is It Magic?

I know not why I love.
Have you cast your spell of magic,
that makes this so?

I have taken to notice, the magic
that is life. Is that you? Is it
your magic that makes me so aware?

You are part of my entire being.
Is this also, your magic at work?

There's a song in my heart, and a
spring in my step. Is it magic?
Is it love? Magic? Love? Both?

When apart I feel a loss. Is
it your magic, that compels me
to miss you so?

The Magic of your kiss. The Magic of
your voice. The Magic of your touch.
If it is magic, I am completely
and willing, under your spell.

Can I live but a day, without the
love of your magic? No. Not
a day, or a minute, or one second
for all eternity.

I have never felt this way before.
Nor will I ever again without
the cloak of your magic.

You are, and always will be,
My Magic Lady.

Yes...yes, most will say it is
love. Love perhaps.
Magic? Definitely.

Autumn In July

by

Joe Fazio



It was a cool, July, and it was dusk.
The gentle winds that blew,
brushed the Autumn of your hair.

And a mist, as like in Autumn, touch
your face, as I stood still.

I could not help but wonder, as in Autumn,
are the bees yet in their hive? Snuggled
closely, in their Autumn winter bed.?

An Autumn sun, hid behind the clouds above.
It knew not of this July, only of Autumn, in the air.
It knew of flowers drooping, their brightness,
now fading and curled. It knew of falling leaves,
and colors still so bright. A lone tree against a colored
sky, seemed naked in this July. With all of
this, and some to go, it must be Autumn...Autumn...
Autumn, for this I know.

What of the woman, with the hair of Autumn?
Her eyes of Autumn color and colored clothes
the same. It can not be July for
Autumn is abound.

Autumns every where. Circling sparrows in sky
above, swoop down, in hunt, for the final seeds
of Autumn. How could this be July,
or has the sparrows lost their way?

Surely, this is Autumn, for the chill is in they air.
And, isn't that an Autumn grass, below that
old oak tree? As the gentle Autumn winds ,
carry silence for the day.

Now the mist of Autumn, are falling drops of rain.
No, not a shower in July, but an Autumn day,
now cast in gloom, against a steel gray sky.

Autumn, shall never be the same, since
that Autumn day in mid July.

Hope

by

Joe Fazio

Hope...Do you know what is?

Hope, anything that one wants, and at
the moment of 'hope' they do not have.

If hope were a feeling, I would hope,
it be one of honesty and integrity.
I would hope it would be love and empathy.

If hope were a food, I would hope it
would be filled with nourishment.

If hope were music, I would hope, it
was the kind of music, that you loved.

If hope were a sound, I would hope it
would by a symphony of love.

If hope were a religion, I would hope it
was your religion. For as we all know,
the "right religion" is one that you
believe in. For to think ones religion
is "the right and only religion"
that would make billions of others,
who did not believe in your religion...wrong.
All religions, if one truly believes in
them, are the right ones...for you.

If hope were belief, then I would hope,
that belief would be, that there is one
Supreme Being; who is by-lingual and
of all faiths, and all creeds and colors.

If hope were knowledge, I would hope,
it had patience, understanding, the
ability of comprehending the other
persons point of view. I would also hope,
that it had an unquenchable thirst,
to continue to learn by experience and
research.

If hope could be seen, I would hope, all
would see, the good in their fellow man.

If hope were a wish, I would hope
that all your dreams, and ambitions
came true.

If hope were you...if hope were me, I
would hope, we never lost sight of
those less fortunate. I would hope
we would never be so self-centered
or busy, that we neglected to extend
a helping hand to those in need.

Finally if you hope this ends, let me
conclude by saying....

If hope were a human, I would hope, that it
realized, that if we want a better world,
then we have to be better ourselves.

You Are The Pain and You Are The Joy

by

Joe Fazio


You are the Pain and the joy
on the stage of life.

You are the pain in hunger and the joy
of food on ones table.

You are the pain of the homeless,
and the joy, of the home,
in His heart.

You are the pain on a bitter,
winter day and the joy, in
the warmth of the sun.

You are the pain and joy, in the
solitude, of those moments alone.

You are the pain and joy, that
lingers in ones heart.

You are the pain in music that is bad,
and you are the joy, in my song
of life.

You are the pain, in the tragedies
of the world, and the joy in the
goodness of people.

You are the pain of the orphans of
the street, and the joy, in a
mothers love.

You are the pain, in a sometime unjust
world, and the joy in the spirit
of ones heart.

You are the pain, in the loss of
loved ones, and the joy, when they
are seated at His table.

You are the pain of self destructive
addiction and the joy in redemption.

You are the pain, in the sicknesses of
this world, and the joy in the
hope of recovery.

You are the pain in the misery of the poor,
and disenfranchise, and the joy, in
the parts of society, that attempts to,
raise them up.

You are the pain and you are the joy,
in all things. For you see, in life, there
can not be joy...unless there is pain.