Joseph Patrick Martin

App Developer with a compulsion to record whatever leaks from my brain—Verba volant, scripta manent.

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Joseph Patrick Martin

App Developer with a compulsion to record whatever leaks from my brain—Verba volant, scripta manent.

Writings

Followers

Following

The Policy Of Honesty

Joseph Patrick Martin

1 min read

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 se...

Would You. Would I

Joseph Patrick Martin

1 min read

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 ...

Decision By Sunset

Joseph Patrick Martin

1 min read

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...

Romance

A Creator’s Love

Joseph Patrick Martin

1 min read

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 impecc...

Imprisoned Ideas

Joseph Patrick Martin

1 min read

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 ...

Action & adventure

Pretty Does not equal good

Joseph Patrick Martin

1 min read

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 th...

Murder Him

Joseph Patrick Martin

1 min read

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 ...

Would You? Would I?

Joseph Patrick Martin

1 min read

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...

Humour

Romance

Murder Him

Joseph Patrick Martin

1 min read

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 ...

Crime, mystery & thriller