Joey Harper
Junior Knight

I go by many pen names, for now you can call me Junior Knight. I'm 44 a Husband, Father, Business owner, Poet, Jokester...dreamer, Bohemian in the making. I write most frequently in harsh contrasts describing some internalized emotion over some dredged up memory. I polish broken glass feelings into false diamonds. Personal truths with a heavy dash of "es oh si que es!" You can find me on facebook under my #bloodygoodink or #makeyourselfquotable tags. i'm raw, unpublished, self educated & constantly seeking. Thanks for joining me on this journey.

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“She has her faults” POEM 1

I let my heart break
over a lost father I barely knew
all the while pinning blame to my mothers sleeve

I am not sure I am ready
to turn back clocks
or erase pain that felt like gasoline dousing me
until I caved to the twisted truth
that not everything that happens
can be placed securely in named spot

I miss German chocolate birthday cakes
sneaky smiles from across the room
momma letting me bend rules because I am the oldest.

I miss well intentioned IOU’s
in my Christmas stocking
late night Turkey Dinners
the kind that start prep at noon

I do not miss the disappointment in your voice
the curled lip when I refuse to fold
never caving to your interpretations of my “imagined” pain

At 44 I learned that while you might not have lied
you certainly have a knack for bending truth

I am not sure I will ever escape the guilt I feel
over feeling things you thought I aught not have felt
while I was dealing with things I didn’t know how to process
and you were helping in the only way you’d ever been helped

I can still hear you chewing ice
if I let myself
I guess you had coping mechanisms as well?

Everyone in the family has some spin
on the black sheep I am
and my imagined struggles

I guess the way you see it
I let my heart break
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My Dearest Mother
If we never speak again
know I am trying

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“Pre Marathon Systems Check”

Don’t blame me for what you read
i am only letting my fingers release
pent up tears and reveal self doubt
letting them tap with intent
not guiding what they let leak out
RHCP playing in the back track
to an empty room
meant to be filled with laughter
News feed scrolling through land mine filled
posts of ideal
yet even with permission
they hold back…
I do not wish for secret camping trips
or fears of liberties lost
I do not embrace the current temporal change
this heat separating us
after such an intentioned period of hushed conversation
dread filled decisions laced with heavy defeat
The radio now humming of laughter felt…
disconnected from the emotions of my moving finger tips,
and i wander how we meld through this
“I can feel their laughter
So why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin
Round my head
I’m spinning
Oh, I’m spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away”
Junior Knight (warm up#1)
*(final stanza is from Black: Pearl Jam)
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