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 se...
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 ...
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...
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...
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 ...
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...
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 ...
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...
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 ...