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About me - Joseph Coleman

My name is Joe.
I believe in humanity. We each must understand each other and find a way to not kill one another. I don't believe that war serves a purpose other than, as Ebinezar Schrooge said, "to decrease the surplus population". That doesn't get it, brother.

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Arts & Humanities > Poets & Poetry Is free verse really poetry?: 1 of 31
I know nothing about being a scholar, or a professor, or even a high-brow intellectual, pipe in hand, at a coffee house, trying to explain the mysteries of Jazz music. Jazz and the Blues cannot be explained by anyone who has never suffered enough to sing it. It is indiginous. Poetry is indiginous. It comes from emotional bond... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Real love: 1 of 25
She covered my wounded body with hers, and wrapped herself around me to cover the shivering cold of cancerous medications. I came back into myself, because of her love. The tangle of two lives, trying to keep one alive is what sets us apart from the energy of fate. We have that ingrained dedication to one another that ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Passion: 18 of 427
Passion of the SoldierThis child of war, who stood on the wall for others, now lays in his glory.There are no soldiers in Hell!They adorn the heaven,as decoration for the sacrifice of one human's spirit, for another's.War!You are the book of death; you have no other purpose.We open your pages every day, and we never finish re... More..
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Facing death: 1 of 21
The execution of Jack Stand. Jack stood at first, looking at the crowd, while softly praying. He knew his immediate audience would really understand better than the corporate ear, that put him here. If he was going to die, he wanted to die for them. "God, give me the voice," Jack muttered to himself. He heard a voice say: ... More..
Politics, News & Issues > War in Iraq Should the US pull out its troops regardless of whether Iraq is ready to defend its people?: 17 of 214
The premise for invading Iraq was based upon certain failed intelligence, and out-and-out lies about Iraq's pre-determined intentions, namely, that it sought to attack its neighbors, and America. Iraq had been decimated by the previous war with Iran, the assault by Goerge W. Bush's Father in the Kuwait war, and the following ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Civil War: 2 of 24
The last face I saw was my own. He was so young, and I am old from this war. I saw him in the thicket, crawling, with a steel ball in his chest. his blood ran from his ears and mouth like grimy, red and black, worms. That's when I saw the eyes of my own. I can kill, but I will not today. I left him in the thicket t... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Heaven, Hell & Afterlife Can you get to heaven by being good?: 5 of 48
Heaven: a place regarded, in various religions, as the abode of God, or the gods and of the good after death. If the meaning of Heaven is the good, in life, after death, I believe any person can be given access to heaven if they are "good". I am not what you would call a "Heaven" person, but I do believe I can get into heave... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: War: 6 of 56
We are War You no longer merit the flower, for the cost of your air. A long-living dust lays where your hand once touched Jesus. It is a whimpering thing that never gets to go and kill where it wants. It lies, harbored in the rest of its jeans, for the genes of retro-biology. Why is it that his bomb looks like a penis? ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My painful past: 25 of 185

Smoking cigarettesShe comes again to my lips.Every day I look into the eyes of my assassin.She calls to me with a chanting, foggy intellect,to breed with me, among my crippled organs.Each hour she brings me closer the door of death.I must break the bonds of this insatiable lust.She lays there, like a gun-wielding guerrilla,wi... More..
Politics, News & Issues > War & Peace Reasons for wars: 5 of 37
I think, constantly, of my father; how he must have felt that day. Especially this time of year when we honor them, our Warriors deceased. We remember them at this time of sun and green grass.It was February, 1945. You were all in that boat, heading towards who knew what! All you were allowed to know was that it was "big", an... More..