Virtually Speaking

Virtually speaking

Many say patience is a virtue.

Patience is a statue

Which watches you,

And angrily mocks you,

And decides when to hurt you.

Many say kindness is a virtue.

The truth about kindness

Is left behind us,

As envy seeps through our blindness

With intentions only to hurt you.

Many say diligence is a virtue. The vigilance itself maims

Like the lapping flames which engulf the moth-

The laziness of the sloth

Slowly and deliberately seeks to hurt you.

Many say charity is a virtue.

The world has fallen to taking.

Our wants exceed our needs, Which in turn leads to more and more greed.

This unfillable hole will only engulf you and hurt you.

Many say chastity is a virtue. While most argue that lust is a must, That love is sex and sex is love-

Delivered from God above!

But don’t understand how bad this thinking can hurt you.

Many say temperance is a virtue. In a world of immediate fingertip gratification- The irony of this situation is that gluttony is served up quickly with the touch of a button or key,

And nobody seems to grasp the hurt it does to you.

Many say humility is a virtue.

Humility is a journey to the truest you,

But pride eagerly assists with the fight against this-

Cloaked in disguise of your self righteousness

With humblest intentions to mislead you and hurt you.

The virtual realm centers on battling the enemy within you-

Where lives the 7 deadly sins which want to hurt you,

But also lives the seven virtues of goodness which seek to cleanse you.

Will you choose vice or will you choose virtue?

Joel Prickett 10/22/17

Patience-anger

Kindness-envy

Diligence-sloth

Humility-pride

Chastity- lust

Charity- greed

Temperance- gluttony

Relapse

Relapse- prelude, interlude and epilogue

(Deliberately improper)

Sanity keeps sin

Serenity sleeps in

Insanity creeps in

Divinity peeps in

Calamity leaps in

Anonymity’s deep skin

Profanity bleeps in

The enemy creeps in

Vanity’s sheep skin

Identity sleeps again

Humanity weeps again

Amenities cheap win

Inhumanity sweeps in

Affinity reaps sin

Sanity keeps sin

Joel Prickett 2/14/16

Old Soul

Old Soul

You can always tell from their eyes

The aged wisdom in kept disguise

The tongue can’t endure

The lofty allure

That their all seeing sight can easily surmise.

The knowledge seeps from their gaze

Through soul’s depth and the mind’s maze

To the rest assure

This vintage is pure

Their age has dwelt through many of days.

You may by chance catch their stare

To easily surmise they’re already aware

That you’re insecure

That your voice unsure

Approaches this soul with caution and care.

To learn from them should be your goal

Avoid usurpation as you would a hole.

The learning is free

With humility’s key

Open your mind to the wisdom……

To the old soul.

Joel Prickett

12/8/16

An EGO trip punctuate freely

An EGO trip punctuate freely

Interjected illusions has to be

The mask placed skillfully

Deceit wrought willfully

The ego is full you see

The brain glides mightily

The fears fly frightfully

The walls built high you see

Nothing inside of me

The soul pleads mercifully

The heart withers willfully

The mind is full you see

Everything except reality

Grace left vacantly

Love lost blatantly

Peace sighed emptily

God supplied empathy

Pain wells eagerly

Disease weaves meagerly

The blind bottom you see

With minds eye absently

No room left for vanity

Grasp for your sanity

It’s amazing how uncannily

The mind can be your own enemy

Joel Prickett 3/18/15

A challenging social experiment on civility (or lack there of) and a solution

We’re losing our capability for civility

We’re drowning in self induced misery

When have we ever learned from cruelty?

We bash our counterparts so brutally-

That it erodes our human ability

To love

Why can’t we recognize our disability?

Why do we strive for uncivilized brutality?

Why do we cling to discord so hatefully?

It seems we relish in inducing misery

Rather than teaching our greatest ability

To love

Why have we chosen to reach for futility?

It seems we don’t want the responsibility

To teach our young the accessibility

To the power to nurture and grow our fertility

To love

So many people question “how do we do it?”

Or say “we need to do it” but offer no solutions….

The solution is one word. It’s love.

“It’s love for everyone by everyone!”

Just try this for one day.

Say “I love you.” Tell as many people you can- strangers, loved ones, enemies and friends, everyone you can! Please. Try it for just one day out of your entire existence.

And listen to your peace at day’s end

Did you smile? Does it feel good? Did you mend?

If hate or anger arises put it behind “I LOVE YOU”

And you will discover an amazing thing-

Incivility, brutality, misery and cruelty,

Hate, discord, and loss of direction will be replaced by their own counterparts-

By love.

It worked for me anyway……..If it does for you then share your truth.

I Love You,

Joel Prickett 10/30/18

“Nurse!!”

“Nurse!”

Many times I’ve sat there. “Don’t leave me, I don’t want to die alone.” And sat there. “I’m here. I’m with you” A dying thanks is bittersweet but it’s still the last thing they said. It’s a station I choose for my life. It’s an honor to be nurse. Immersed in fellow man through so many trials and tribulations, so many life changing events. Some beginning and some ending. But the nurse is stationary. Their station is beside you- whether that means with you, for you, putting something in you (yes), over you, under you (yes, too), taking something out of you, in and out in a flash, helping you, just know their station is beside you. Whether you see them or not they are always thinking of you. It’s their duty. It’s a noble place to be in life, when a fellow being needs you, and you’re there. The most rewarding measures I can account for in this life are acts of giving of myself. To make a job of it is an understatement. It’s way more than a job for me. It’s my calling, my passion, as I said before, my station. I am a nurse.

Joel Prickett 5/6/18

How to love

How to love

Love deep….

Til bonds are made that are immeasurable

Love deep…

Til minds fill gaps that are pleasurable

Love deep…

Til feelings are found which have never been felt

Love deep…

Til your mind doesn’t care that your heart wants to melt

Then…

Love deeper….

Til your cares erode by the glimpse of a smile

Love deeper….

Til you lose yourself in eyes wanting your style

Love deeper….

Til your waking and sleeping moments are absorbed

Love deeper….

Til hands held spark flames of the one adored

Then……….

Love deepest…..

Til you feel like your heart cannot take anymore

Love deepest…..

Til you know why you’re on this Earth for

Love deepest…..

Until it’s unconditional, irrational and beautiful

Love deepest…..

Until it’s not yours but His, and its spiritual.

Joel Prickett 6/3/16

Technology craze

Technology craze

The glaze controls the haze,

Fixed eyes on pixels daze-

Humanity slips from human phase-

Dull emphasis placed on the dooming craze.

The brain corralled down corridor,

Stunted growth for ever more-

Contracted elbows, fingers sore-

Becoming our own dinosaurs.

Techno advancing like a blaze,

But inward turns into the maze

Of our own minds which outward craves

The return again to simpler days.

It’s outward cravings the brain longs for.

To reach out into the world more

To remember why we are placed here for-

To love each other, not self absorb.

God only knows how this one plays

If we continue with our self-focused ways.

The color of the world slowly grays

In techno-color of passing days.

More humans than ever and ever before

Live neglectful of our sun’s rays

Did our fathers know what was in store

By teaching their sons ways…..

To destroy their Mother Earth?

Without any sense of worth

Or chance of rebirth

Joel Prickett 1/30/15

When your demons call

“When your demons call”

When your demons call they know what to say to get through to you.

They know precisely how to say it and when to say it too.

Your vulnerabilities are a virtual playground for them.

They know the deepest locked doors and how to get in.

The mind games they know are a special skill.

Which at a whim and whimper they gain their free will.

Their call comes forcibly, unrelenting and controlling.

Their tact is wrathfulness, unconsenting and foreboding.

They slyfully pry at your weaknesses and remorse.

The demons strive for your destruction without recourse.

The turmoil is savored, turned and basted repeatedly.

Like your soul’s anticipated consumption dangling on a rotisserie.

Demons will devour every last morsel of your life force.

To battle the demons their is but one recourse…..

To not fight them alone (demons love solitude),

To talk about them (demons love secrecy),

To ask for help (demons love egos),

To forgive (demons love resentment),

To be of service (demons love selfishness),

To laugh (demons love sadness),

To love (demons love hate),

But above all……….get with God. Who or whatever that is to you. And understand God IS good and HE is no demon.

Joel Prickett 3/8/17

Thrown Stone

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 in the venom being projected, it matters not in which way.

Let those without sin blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

I have a smearing campaign I’m participating in, no time for your word today.

The wrongs we have done, ourselves, in secret or in public -which corrode our inner being

Doesn’t escape the expansive vision of the One who is all seeing.

It’s weakness and lack of vision, rather diversion from the light

Which leads us down this very wide path to destroy another’s life.

To delight in perversions, to step out of our own spotlight, to join the mobs of the self righteous hulls-

Are the excuses we need to avoid the mirror while steadily bashing in each others’ skulls.

You see, a cyber stone or a concrete text are inevitably the same.

They’re hurled into this world’s wide web with intentions only to maim.

I struggle not to throw one, better yet to not even pick one up. To leave it where it lay.

It’s kinda like something I’ve heard before, or hope it’s something I think Jesus would say.

Instead, it’s rather, “in the name of God I wish they were dead!”

This is something that I’ve actually recently read.

I imagine myself being on the the receiving end of a horrific stoning. I’ve done bad things in my life and even threw some stones myself before.

I imagine what the woman felt when she was saved from it with kindly advice only to “sin no more”

That kind of Love is beyond our minds at times, but always in our reach

I guess I’ll shut up for now you’re getting stoned off hearing me preach.

Joel Prickett

4/27/2018