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Joy Works Everywhere is an urban heart center, a place of welcome, created for the joyful development and expression of holistic living. Joy Works is a philosophy of living that speaks to our ability to attain health, wellness, peace, and laughter.
January 1, 2026
REALITY: Real, that which is real. That which is not imaginary.
Does this mean once the image is materialized it is reality?
I imagine reality … I imagine I fly free, see a world existing without nuclear weaponry or power, see that we can love and respect each other and live in a delightful world community. I imagine that this isn’t boring; it is exciting!. I imagine that there is enough food, enough space and enough cooperation that this can be so.
I have a vast reality.
I imagine I can look into your face, see through your eyes and glimpse in your soul a reflection of myself.
I imagine that if movies and music videos can imagine all they imagine—murder and horror and love-hate-passion, diamonds and gold glitter—that you and I can imagine a collective dream of equality, parity and humanity for any and all sexes, races, ages we create. I imagine that folks could realize the scope of their fantasies and embrace themselves, that we could forgive ourselves and others for nightmares. I can imagine a world where to be wrong, to not know something, to need-want help is not an offense or sign of weakness. I imagine crystalizing nightmares into beautiful dreams of matter.
I can imagine people freely giving away, sharing hugs, laughter, stuff, ideas, hopes, tears, dreams…. I can imagine people freely accepting from and with each other. I imagine if we film or digitize imagining into a movie that it is real—I imagine it’s real even if we don’t. I write thought onto screen to be seen, to be printed—so this imagined stuff is real.
Love more love in peace walk spilling joy filled laughter in the light of day, the dark of night sadness dances with joy dancing with sadness in life journey’s suchness.
Emissary of Joy & Peace Carletta Joy Walker
November 16, 2025
You gotta have a dream/ if you don’t have a dream/ how you gonna have a dream come true? Nancy Wilson/Cannonball Adderley – voice & alto sax: Rodgers & Hammerstein II – music & lyric
And Then Dream True
Lasts forever (however long that is)
What a gift, what a bargain
What a remembering…
And… Carletta Joy Walker has a perfect life, abundant with friends, lovers, colleagues, relatives, acquaintances, coworkers, and others who love, like, admire and enjoy her. She enjoys this and them. Carletta joy walker has a magical life full of Stars among the stars. Carletta Joy Walker sees, imagines, envisions her wants, wishes, hopes & dreams. She sees the picture full of life, she asks for it, she accepts and receives. Many magical miracles occur in her life daily: breath and breath after non promised breath. She lives in constant appreciation and thanks giving. She lives with Care. carletta Joy Walker is prolific, her works are esteemed and appreciated and praised by an ever widening circle of people. She is great greatly rewarded. carletta Joy walker writes, draws & paints, uses computers; she performs, acts, hosts, she speaks and orates for uncountable numbers of people in many many many settings. She engages, inspires & transforms. She learns, she links, she gathers and shares everything. Carletta Joy Walker lives inside abundance: Abundance of colorful fresh foods, Abundance of color fresh clothes, abundance of comfortable bedding, abundance of delightful colorful environments filled with pleasing joyful sound.
Carletta Joy Walker was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in the United States on the Planet Earth to Charles and Doris, the perfect parents for her. They did their absolute best with this spirit made manifest in human form. There were an abundance of lessons for her to learn in order for this Carletta Joy Walker spirit to fully appreciate the pleasure of earthly pleasure and the fleeting nature of pain and pleasure. Carletta JoyWalker appreciates Joy as link between temporal and eternal. She lives now in gracious acceptance of what she ask for. She accepts with an open hand and an open heart: she lets go with an open hand and an open heart. She lives in the stream of the mighty flow of abundance that life is with the gift of laughter. She enjoys cars and technology and trees and flowers and elephants, stars, moons and wonder; she love money, the flow and use of it; she love travel—the visiting, the going and coming. She love being thankful and appreciative; while on earth, she loves earth. She knows attitude is important. CarlettaJoy Walker is free everywhere with everyone. She enjoys this special magic, she enjoys the special magic of her tongue, her voice, her hearing. She knows she is gifted and gift. She is held in gentle firm embrace, she absorbs this love, she emits and radiates the aura of this love. She has a tender heart that is endlessly touched by people and other creatures.
Caletta Joy walker is a Poet. CarlettaJoyWalker walks in kindness that prepares her for the instantaneous. She is an alchemist. She is Here.
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First published – 2010, Dream True. And Then, Vol. 15
September 8, 2025
Can we stop believing in armies and guards and soldiers and policing? Can we clear the road to go another direction? Away from mass displays of power and might in the form of tanks and weapons of mass destruction.
Can we be dazzled, awed and impressed by our own and others’ ability to sing, walk, convert combustion engines to solar power? Can we see through clean sparkling windows; can we be dazzled by water: seas, oceans, streams, lakes, rivers, creeks? Can we open each and every threat? Can we open each and every threat face to face in open trust?
Can we sit with each other and make lists of what scares us? Tall people with beards, unfamiliar shades of flesh, people going hatless in winter and wearing coats in summer; where does our distrust begin?
When, how does exploring and curiosity turn into interrogation and opposition? How do we deescalate hatred fueled by adrenaline fear? Can we open the grip, run the energy?
Can we run and run and run and jump and scream until we can breathe free hear free see free into the face of threat, recognize our face, sit down with our face, rest, eat, talk with our face. Can we continue clearing our road being dazzled, awed and impressed by our ability to just be?
Don’t make another bullet, no ammo holders, no chambers for bullets to pass through. No more bullets, not one last one for one last shooting. Let names fade, let children live; erase the names on those bullets: John, Maria, Shatequa, Carlos, Arianna, Alice, Dimitri, Yaseen, George, Yacov, Susan, Kwasi, Mark, Nihm, Mohammed, Yaso, Harrison, Rachel, Paolo, Yuri, Ahmed, Khadisha. Sand shrapnel, let filing dust strengthen road to peace. Lay water pipe lines with pistol barrels and rifle barrels; irrigate dry.
Bare your arms; reveal your beautiful loving arms. Use them to carry, use them to embrace the wounded. Bare your arms as you build peace. Bare your strong arms as your brain tackles the art of peace, the skill of resolution, the patience of conversation, the task of rethinking. Bare your arms, prepare your arms as you ready to dig through right, move boulders containing your rightness about rightness that becomes your every breath and thought, that you kill for, die for, live for.
Let’s get naked, wrestle with mud until covered completely, until we’re all indistinguishable mud, like the dead and wounded spilling blood and bone. Enemies and innocents, combatants and artists and musicians and skaters and dishwashers and mothers and planters and lovers all; the same blood and bone and torn flesh in every city, town, hamlet, village, in every state, government, country, republic; the same victory, the same tears. Bare arms, become naked in the mud, wrestle with right in mud until earth and dry fashion you into sculpture born of the same mud; soft wet, squeezed through your hands and fingers, slightly gooey harmless mud.
Don’t make another bullet, bomb, weapon.
Excerpt from Peace Building: A Manual for Living Peacefully Every Day
August 10, 2025
Rocks & Hard Places
Rock faces wild whirling vortex drinking itself
again and again—like a Sisyphean myth; this
ocean sea river pool named monster, named
relentless evoke trembling resolve, defiant
fear;
Rock, jagged sharp, mysteriously irregular,
unforgiving; she too named monster! Child of
careless feuding confusion;
Convenient mythology deny passion power of
black hole able to release itself, spray salty mist
onto crag fragments from mountain monster think
itself volcano.
Fragile Threads
Fragile tapestry threads have absorbed much pain;
Tears’ laughter congregates like dog’s piss on familiar;
Meals taken here neither digest nor nourish.
When God cries, impotence notices a vacuum,
People see mother’s death, it’s her tears that disturbs,
Fragile tapestry threads have absorbed much pain.
Celebration is awesome like snow after earth’s quake;
Timidity once bowed to power knows no bounds,
Meals taken here neither digest or nourish.
Winter was mild, spring like fall, summer passed;
The castle was not owned by any who ate;
Meals taken here neither digest or nourish.
Crimson first, yellow last, green is for dying,
No final act, this demise of endless years;
Fragile tapestry threads have absorbed much pain,
Meals taken here neither digest or nourish.
June 18, 2025
Skin
Under skin runs a river reaching for an ocean
Sunrays transform pigment, absorb wetness
Blind fish in vast deepness of ocean swim freely
Quiet deep echo, once a hello, contains tears
Salt laden drops of confusion wet blind fish
Molecules of clear oil seek futile bond
Two legged sapiens walked from fire
Webbed mammals beach on sand
Summer dreams winter, winter free falls
Inside sound is a quest for hearing
Sirens deafen, close listening break drums
Moon is howling thunder, calling tides
River rushes clear through dryness
Howls pierce death
Moon shine reflects into darkness.
April 29, 2025
The stillness making a difference in our lives, allowing us to see the support we need and have to nourish our health and wealth, and/or to heal our bodies, our hearts, our minds. Giving us the gift of peaceful living and recognition of eternal spirit. Joy Works contains our laughter, tranquility and tears, our warm tingliness, our anger, our fears. It allows us the clarity to learn and receive our lessons and to connect with ourselves and others.
November 12, 2024
A Call: Step-up, Step-up…Cross Over
Stepping up here, to the finish line is saying one is done with the rape & dominance part of the walk into humanity. Significant sections of the animal world have—or appear to have in human study and interpretations—power hierarchies with group leadership determined by brute power. We have learned and are learning—as our human emotional and intellectual insight evolve—to acknowledge that many sectors “cooperate,” negotiate and “converse” without force. However we have evolved, we know there are models other than the one that says those best at being violent and aggressive survive. This belief and understanding of Human Interaction and Organization as one controlled and defined by brute force and/or aggressive coercion is no longer an easy default. It does not explain the brutality and militaristic models we continue to accept as primary and necessary. A model spilling domestic violence residue into all aspect of human life. We can change!
Knowledge and insight, our broader understanding of what exists in us and with other life forms in the world, the environment we inhabit, make it possible to contradict the violence-dominance paradigm representation of “human” what it means to be human. We can continue to develop our abilities to think, feel, empathize, project and—most importantly—grow in our empathetic awareness and ability to make informed choices. Group and individual dominance as deciding factors in who eats, who eats what part of the food, who gets sexual bond to propagate (and with whom), who gets to love, learn, breathe, and live free falls outside of evolving human definitions of human, of what it is to be and act civilized—form whole, vibrant community for all beings.
Step Right Up! Be done with rape & dominance! Cross on over, come on over the finish line.
August 22, 2024
…smile drops…
smile drops release sunshine—teardrops follow suit;
laughter is neither outdone or overcome—missing no beat,
the rhythm of soul sounds freely through this landscape of
fear—picking up sorrow, enfolding it into embrace; believe that
burnt orange moon orb heard note, slowed to a hover over
Central Park giving view to eyes seeing and knowing satisfaction of
joy, satiation of peace, solemnity of love drip from a drop.
April 11, 2024
You my peace, your smile satisfaction reflecting eyes, eyes in peace. Deep satisfaction in the belly of life, a satisfaction to quell hunger, eat rage, big peace with joy nucleus. Peace walk the mine fields defusing disaster, peace gather limbs blown away.
Powerful calm peace walk into death to listen to the destroyed—returns with truth. No vengeance, hear peace, no vengeance. Peace carrying arms fingers and toes, walking with death into death listening to the sent, those blown into death. Peace walks with a message, the message is no vengeance, there is no vengeance not bowing down to itself, living, rotting for itself, its silence exploding perpetual motion destruction.
Peace teaches it stops here. Peace teaches it stops here. Every “it” of violent clash stops, opens its mouth and gives voice to the blood shed, and begins the journey ending in peace. Big peace walking into munitions factories eating bombs, bullets and lies, big bad peace strut and prance chewing bombs with spikes, bombs with clubs, bombs with bombs; chewing bullets, flat nosed and pointed, ripping bullets and shredding bullets; eating guns and rifles, rapid fire and slow; eating grenades and jagged edged knives. Big Peace with Joy in the nucleus laughs carrying peace children, siring and birthing peace children.
Peace is smile’s satisfaction.
*excerpt from “Peace Building: A Manual for Living Peacefully Every Day”
