Author Archives: Joel Prickett

Thrown stone Cast it. Hum it. Text it. Tag it. Blog it. Bash it! It’s all the same. Stones have new meaning in the world we live in today, just with different names. They’re picked up and thrown on the wings of a paper airplane on the screen of your smart device. Evil still delights […]

The longest road There’s a road which runs to your mouth from your brain Where there’s so little to lose but so much to gain. These measly six inches can seem at times like infinity- Sometimes they can cost you your life or your sanity. The cost of holding back in saying what’s on your […]

Their they’re there (PLEASE PROOFREAD) ‘There’ is where there’s alliteration and there’s a poem about punctuation which explains their situation of how they’re begging for communication. This isn’t said with exclamation (!) but rather with “precise pronunciation.” This may seem or sound like education, but that was then rather than now; and where we’re at […]

Cubicles of mankind Evolution!!! Here we are at highest height, greatest greatness and pined for pinnacle. While each of us, everyone of mankind is designated their own cubicle. The most intelligent intelligence, brightest brightness and wisest wisdom Has delivered us here, to our alone kingdom. The perpetual perpetrations, the neglectful neglects and selfish selves we […]

Soul searcher The exterior covers the precious soul- It’s what is seen by fixed eyes, As a human disguise to prevent connection and give our human race it’s whole. Unfixing the orbs is the chore that most negate by choice- And choose residing in the superficial regions of gender, race and voice. To live this […]

Interventional Poetry I’ve lived a life of many facets from childhood agonies to young adult tragedies and dysfunctions to middle age recoveries and spirituality. My poetry has ranged and evolved with these changing facets and began with love and angst, anger and pain and has also evolved to speculation and observations with my god given […]

The day I found God I was in rehab. For the 3rd time. And I was resolved to only 1/2 of Step One- that I was powerless over alcohol. I still had reservations that my life was truly unmanageable (by me) and was adamantly opposed against the idea that the “higher power greater than myself […]

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