Joys of Joel

The Voice, The Music of The Lonely Diva

Posted on June 4, 2016June 6, 2016 by Joel F

The moonlight sky
Enticing lights
The whisperings
to try the carpet ride

The promise
of the golden throne
with its shiny
diamond stone

Adulations
and celebrations
The endless stardom
in fantasy kingdom

The screaming fans
The pesky press
The sound of drums
The glitzy dress

At peak
and in total heat
The blinding lights
she was deceived

She was naive
She can’t believe
A weave of lies
She cannot leave

The paradise
of fame and lies
Against the voice
of fading spotlight

The tempting voice
she always hear
The scournful song
of whisperings

The lullaby
of sleeping pills
All those sweets
and all those weeds

Embracing her
with all its speed
Convincing her
it’s all she needs.

The fading voice
she always hear
The final song
she needs to sing

A cradle song
for a lonely queen
Drowned in a tub
just like a movie scene.

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Don’t Follow Your Heart

Posted on May 28, 2016May 28, 2016 by Joel F

Don’t follow your heart
it will be broken

by the power of your master
in pieces it will shatter

your dreams of forever.

Don’t follow your heart
endings will be the start

of unending beginnings

But if weakness
is your courage

and freedom is your cage
then listen to its whisper

Embrace its chapter
of love and hate

Don’t follow your heart
And you’ll meet an ever faithful friend

Who will always be with you
Even in the dawning of the sunset

His name is Regret.

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Lessons From A Faceless Mannequin by Joel F

Posted on May 20, 2016September 23, 2016 by Joel F

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Passing by a window display, staring at the faceless mannequin, a sense of wonder touches me. Why most of the time that faceless thing wears an outfit classier than mine.

That awkward moment when it can pull off an outfit better than i can. So i tried to fit in all the sizes, trying so hard to replicate that thing and suddenly end up buying just to boost my self esteem.

That moment when i thought that fashion is all about name and not feelings.

How can a faceless emotionless mannequin tell me what’s good for me and what’s not?

I look into it and i suddenly see myself, a clueless expression covering my real emotions. The inner voice whispering that fashion is you, only if you truly feel it, not how others see you nor on how the trends define you.

Fashion is never wrong. It’s like the clouds that change its shapes and the sky that changes its color. To be engulfed by it is like eating a cake and licking an ice cream.

Some days they’re so sweet, some days you don’t feel it , not because your mood dictates your taste buds but only because you think time is the culprit.

It changes as fast as that ice cream melts long before it touches your lips so you better have it.

So different from Art that time is not a chief antagonist but a friendly ally. Fashion is an art, but art can never be fashion. Art is timeless.

So next time i look at the faceless mannequin and see a beautiful window display, i just smile. I know i will never be Fashion. I will always be an Art.