Joshua Jon Williams


Composition: Spirit Walk

Spirit Walk is a newly generated composition made by myself, following the strict pattern of three individual lines of text (non-documented due to improvised nature) in order to produce a track that would be unique in its composition. The result is an eerie horror-style slow moving track that makes use of a violin section, a synthesised instrument and a guitar made possible through a Digital Audio Workstation and a Midi controller.

Personally, when I was listening to this one in its early stages, the inspiration for the title comes from a move in my current Witch Doctor character in Diablo – seeing as it has become a new favourite game as of late and I have particularly enjoyed it. It also allows me to take inspiration from different sources, such as movies or games – I do similar already with poetry when I’m listening to music or the world, which during this time, I shut out.

It’s intriguing to see how the mind works in mysterious ways.


Progress Update (2014-2015)

Terminus Infinite

Between June 2014 when I had finished my degree in Contemporary Arts, I have been a mixture of dormant and active in my role as a creative person – my work has had periods of excitement and there was been numerous periods of silence that have taken their place within the empty voids of time. In the short span of space after I had graduated, my focus had turned away from creativity to funding myself as I was now a graduate and in the modern world, that means getting a job. I began working at a library shortly after, living with family up until about February of this year, when I had a new job in the town centre and travel was proving not only difficult but costly on my own health. In this time, I had begun writing the following poems as published on my blog:


This poem references immediately in its title, the subject matter of which I had hoped to address during the writing of the piece. I was at the time dealing with sensory input that had become overloading and so, in order to shut down that moment of transcending thought (or madness), I began to write N.O.I.S.E to relay my thoughts and feelings that were crossing my mind at the time.

Present day?

In the present day, I am between work at the moment, giving myself time to recuperate from exhausting myself to the point of null creativity and null happiness, so for the respectful next few weeks, these blog posts should be fairly frequent.



Molten Core of the Heart

I remember as a child, when I was attending school and slowly into the early stages of college, that I would refer to a shell. This shell acted as a protective barrier, allowing in only so much and the same for letting out. I used to frequently return to my shell and over the years I’ve stepped out of it, supposedly coping fine with no problem whatsoever.

I realise now that this shell was shielding me past the point, where I kept it up for as long as I could, not noticing that after time, it had begun to degrade as it’s presence became forgotten. It was around the same time that I was opening my heart for the very first time to someone and normally I don’t do this often unless I feel it’s safe. But what came after left me wounded.

The problem with opening my heart, was that once the floodgate was opened, it won’t close easily. I learned this the hard way wasting away precious blood, sweat and tears trying to hope whatever had opened it would close it. However it could not be closed and I left myself open and vulnerable to tampering, which led me to trouble I had hoped I would never be a part of.

To this day, my heart is still open but I am rebuilding my shield in hopes that this will mend my heart or otherwise give me the control over the floodgates so that I may feel my heart as a whole and only open it again when I know truly that they’ll give me theirs if mine becomes broken.

That’s enough for today.


Discovering an Empath

Today I’m writing to you, about my childhood throughout to present day adulthood, how my experiences shaped me as a person and how I began to discover my ability as an empath. It is a common myth that autistic people do not empathise however it has been stated in an article that in fact we do – but without proper training or understanding, we either take on too much input or completely block it out. For now, we will begin at the start of my life, then move slowly onto the present day.

Throughout my childhood, I have noticeably been able to feel quite deeply the pain of others, to the point where I found myself in almost physically agony over what they were going – whether or not we had spoken, crossed eyes for a brief moment or just seen one and another in the street as passers-by. As I was growing up, I noticed – better said, one of my teachers at the time noticed my ability to notice her shift in mood – albeit small changes, I still noticed and it perplexed her as much as it did me at the time. I never truly at that time understood as it was shaken off as over-analysis due to my autism but still the memory of this event fascinates me.

As I moved on into my more adolescent years, I began to notice that some of these feelings were clinging to me and within a short space of about a year’s time, they clung to me like glue – indistinguishable from my own, even in the brightest of lights, I could not make out how then I truly felt. I was diagnosed not much later with depression and it was to many people’s dismay that this had happened. I was always known as smiler – I may feel like the world is falling in on me but I still smile, put on a happy face and sometimes, it’s genuinely how I feel. It was very surprising at the time that I had been diagnosed with this condition and many times I tried to shrug it off.

For just about the year prior, I had managed to relieve myself of the anxiety – what I had noted at the time, albeit fairly late in the process, is the trigger. I had noted that my previous relations and my ties to those previous memories had left me open for attack. In order to relieve myself, I wrote poems endlessly until I tired myself out and burned out the fire that once was my driving force at the time for writing. I still continue to write to this day but what I wrote about then is dead and buried where it should be.

Following this, I took up a degree in Photography of which to my unfortunate demise had lead me back into depression once more, as I was not enjoying my studies, my classes and so I changed courses. I enrolled late Autumn into Contemporary Arts, where I could freely escape my own mind. Over the course of these three years, I developed my writing style to use as relief when I felt the need to write and used other art forms when I felt the same need. At the end of my three years, I had developed a system for relief, turning poetry into music and that into compositions far beyond its original – this offered me peace, knowing that the feelings buried within these were torn like old photographs and then burned into ashes.

Where I am at now, is delving into my mind again after losing my grip on where I wanted my direction in life to take me, so for now, I am going with the flow and resuming the use of my previous system in order to find relief. I am currently researching techniques to enhance my abilities as an empath and to ensure that in future years I am safe but not isolated within my mind, feelings and emotions.

Take care!



Another day, another track, another blog post will follow this!

Keep your eyes peeled!

A Shift In Orbit

Good afternoon!

I don’t think I have written to you folks in a while, so a little catch-up is needed.

I have been very busy dealing with a complex variety of health issues that have presided over my abilities.

But worry not, I am back and I will be writing more regular blog posts soon.

As for now, here is a new composition from yours truly.



Artistic Practice as Cathartic Relief [Introduction]

Without artistic practice to relieve oneself from stress, one would fall into a deeper depression – however if one was to consume their career in artistic practice, one would lose sight of their own relief and become enveloped into a state where relief becomes non-artistic and opposes the original belief.

I feel that in saying this, I would not like to be an academic – I like writing but the words would tire.