Joseph Patrick Martin
App Developer with a compulsion to record whatever leaks from my brain—Verba volant, scripta manent.
Joseph Patrick Martin
App Developer with a compulsion to record whatever leaks from my brain—Verba volant, scripta manent.
App Developer with a compulsion to record whatever leaks from my brain—Verba volant, scripta manent.
App Developer with a compulsion to record whatever leaks from my brain—Verba volant, scripta manent.
The policy of honesty’s Not best, as far as I can see
Chatter full of little lies Keeps the blinkers on the eyes
Heads that rest deep in the sand To us we may misunderstand
To us it may seem fake, surreal Why not expose the big reveal
But ask yourself why you want to Cast this truth and so impromptu
It doesn’t matter they need to know Though you could move from friend to foe
They need to see the path they are on A path they may or may not remain on
Make their world more realistic Know your act is altruistic
And keep in mind this line of wisdom And know that you can always give some
A truth that’s told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent
Would You? Would I?
By Joseph Martin
If I knew you were a robot But you didn't have a clue Would you want me to reveal it So you would know it too
But you didn't have a clue So why would I reveal it So you would know it too but then there'd be no secret
So why would I reveal it Just to let you know But then there'd be no secret Isn't that the way to go
Just to let you know If you asked me, I would tell Isn't that the way to go end this living hell
If you asked me, I would tell You already knew the truth end this living hell with your everlasting youth
you already knew the truth yet you stayed to marry me with your everlasting youth mapping out our destiny
yet you stayed to marry me knowing god would put asunder your algorithmic beauty and my body, six feet under
Lewis had asked the question. They now sat facing west, looking out beyond the ocean where the earth’s source of light & life was beginning to slide away as the planet rotated, like a giant spit, making sure every corner of our orb got its fair share of this, our nearest star’s forces. Both radiating and gravitational.
Only this moment would have the answer. Both had agreed to that, but only one believed
The Conditions were perfect. The horizon was clear
She Stared at its evident presence. Lewis knew it had already gone. A trick of the light. Bending to make it seem it was still in view
The planet rolled east. the object now linked to their fate sank and sank. Only a tiny slither now remained
And in the blink of an eye, there it was. The flash. Their answer. As clear as a traffic light changing from stop to go. Captured not by pen or camera or video but only by their hearts and theirs alone
He placed the Emerald engagement ring on her finger. Why not a diamond? They had both seen why.
In a sunset
She set down her glass of Dom Pérignon Rosé Vintage Coffret Gold 2000 and said “After we split up I still used to visit your mum”. She glanced down at her Christian Louboutin Pigalle’s, blushing. “I had no idea. Mum never said”. I slid my hand across the table towards her. She noticed and gently took it. Her head remained still while her eyes rolled up to meet mine. Gazing at me through her impeccably placed Lola’s Mink Lashes, she uttered, breathly, with a questioning raise of her perfectly micro bladed left eyebrow and inexplicably pouting her Carolina Herrera matte red lips “You were my first”. “As if preserved in time for eternity, She sat perfectly still. Awaiting my response “Me too”. I sighed, adding “and my last”. She smiled and then asked “Did you ever love me?” I leaned in close to her Bina Goenka 18 karet white and yellow gold adorned right ear lobe and whispered “I loved being with you. I loved being able to see in you what you could not. I loved helping you discover and nurturethe splendour and gloriousness I knew existed in you and I love seeing you now. The extravagant, confident goddess you always deserved to be” She turned to put on her full-length Fendi white mink coat. As she rose I could feel the whole room pretending not to notice how her magnificence made them feel like bowing at her Margaret Dabbs pedicures toes. I of course stood with pride knowing I may not have loved her but I loved helping her find this perfectly splendid glorious creature that now ruled this room
Just as she left I reminded her of her promise to walk in my autumn couture show next summer. With a wave she was gone. Of course she would walk. She loved me. Right?
I hate Safaris, all versions. I also hate Chromes, Firefoxes, Googles, Operas. In fact I can't think of a browsers I do like.
After year's of searches, it would seem that there are no new answers. The results retrieved are always within the realms of my existing acquired knowledge so personalised have they become.
I feel imprisoned. Excluded. As if I have reached the pinnacle of The knowledge of all known things.
I no longer trust or believe the results of searches engines.
I find a higher and more challenging result to my questions come from the people I encounter outside everyday. Answers that are unrelated or, even better, propose more questions.
Once again, it proves to me that seeking the answer is usually far more important than arriving at it
Move outside your small comfort bubble. That's where the magic happens.
I paid £10 to ensure the delivery of this card would occur on Monday, 14 February. Valentine’s Day. It arrived this morning: Saturday, 12 February, Not Valentine’s day. I feel very disappointed. And a little foolish. Your lovely website, together with your lovely prices, send the message that whatever you are selling must be of a standard so exceptional, and your service, of course, would be of the highest quality and efficiency. Instead, I feel stupid for once again allowing myself to make a decision based only on the wrapping, chosen very skillfully by someone who should no doubt be taking the knee at Romford Market in front of Cyril. The bloke who sells the dodgy Gucci handbags next to the Golden Lion. You have completely ruined all my plans for Monday. However, tonight I shall be writing in my blogs. Tomorrow morning is my podcast time. After a lovely Sunday lunch, I shall look forward to spending the early evening updating all my social media and visiting several review sites while chanting about the human condition that compels us to equate beauty with goodness I believe the Trojan Horse was a sight to behold as it was delivered.
Wringing her hands while her left eye was twitching
Cursing herself for her nagging and bitching
Sobbing out loud but without any tears
Just evil thoughts bringing life to her fears
A heartbeat later she lifted her veil
Her breathing slowed down, rethinking the tale
She’d found a release from her torturous life
A total release as the down trodden wife
Her husband now dead. Stabbed through the chest
A murder she knew she could blame on a guest
By Joseph Martin
If I knew you were a robot But you didn't have a clue Would you want me to reveal it So you would know it too
But you didn't have a clue So why would I reveal it So you would know it too but then there'd be no secret
So why would I reveal it Just to let you know But then there'd be no secret Isn't that the way to go
Just to let you know If you asked me, I would tell Isn't that the way to go end this living hell
If you asked me, I would tell You already knew the truth end this living hell with your everlasting youth
you already knew the truth yet you stayed to marry me with your everlasting youth mapping out our destiny
yet you stayed to marry me knowing god would put asunder your algorithmic beauty and my body, six feet under
Wringing her hands while her left eye was twitching
Cursing herself for her nagging and bitching
Sobbing out loud but without any tears
Just evil thoughts bringing life to her fears
A heartbeat later she lifted her veil
Her breathing slowed down, rethinking the tale
She’d found a release from her torturous life
A total release as the down trodden wife
Her husband now dead. Stabbed through the chest
A murder she knew she could blame on a guest