Posted by: josertheman | December 22, 2018

Morning Darkness (Don’t Want to Understand)

Morning Darkness is all we’ll see. Am I the only one that hears the screams coming out of my mouth? Does anyone recognize at all? The emotions can’t be helped when u hear the world is going in the wrong direction. Thanks to one man who can’t see the consequences for his actions. Many lives will remember the pain that the president has caused. I can’t help it that I’m so emotional. I know that I’m trying to understand the ill-advised actions that this man has done. This life feels the pain. I believe more of this negativity will come in a tweet. When the world wakes up in the morning, darkness will be part of life. A lot of people don’t want to understand the truth. They just don’t want to understand. The past and the present has a forecast for us all-torrential rain is just around the corner. Morning darkness is all we’ll see.

By josertheman@me.com

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Posted by: josertheman | August 5, 2018

The Photograph on My Nightstand

I’m coming up over the view finder. I’m coming up to only show u off. Do u know this is not so hard to do? I can’t stop to wonder. Do u know how beautiful u look? It’s really too late to call u, so u won’t be late. Or to wake u because it’s already done. Do u know me not to forget what I see? Do u know how good u look. There is always an occasion for lost words in your photograph. Every day there is an occasion for a photograph. Every day on occasion I’ll arrange for your photograph. Every day on occasion I wish I can take a million photographs of u. Then, I can show u what I see through my view finder. The photograph on my nightstand.
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Posted by: josertheman | June 6, 2018

U Had a Halo Above Your Head

I just saw a picture of my mother. I could not believe it but I saw a halo above her head. No worries. No worries I’m still sane. No worries for me. I figured it out. No one needs to say a thing. Facts cannot be forgotten. My father was an absentee. Prison was made for him. And my mother in her short life was lovely as can be. Although I was only four moons old I have vivid memories. In her short life I remembered her singing to me. She filled my heart with her lovely sunshine. She made me feel safe inside. I feel warm just thinking of her. No worries. No worries I’m still sane. No worries for me. Visions of her unhappy life with my father leaves me empty. Who could have imagined the sad song? My heart drops when I think of her. For her short life she had a halo above her head. I wished I would have known her. I just saw a picture of my mother. I could not believe it but I saw a halo above her head. No worries. No worries I’m still sane. No worries for me. For the short life she lived, she had a halo above her head. No one needs to tell me that I was born lucky. I was lucky to have had a mother like u. For the short life u lived, u had a halo above your head. I can still remember u singing to me. U filled my heart with your sunshine. I wished I had known u. To this day, I feel u have been watching over me. But I’m still trying to understand your sacrifice. No worries. No worries I’m still sane. No worries for me.

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Posted by: josertheman | May 10, 2018

Making Sense to Be Me

I woke up from my drunken stupor. I felt sluggish and restless. I wasn’t sure where I was at or who I was. I picked up a half empty bottle of Ludger’s Gold. This was more than enough. I took a swig and said to myself, “Is this what freedom is all about? I really don’t know what it is…to be me”. Can I blame it on growing up as an orphan? Or can I blame it on my father who murdered my mother. All these years I’ve been trying to make sense of this tragedy. My mind has been asking, “Is this what freedom is all about? I really don’t know what it is…to be me”. I can’t understand, what it is. I can’t understand, what it is. To hold on to somebody like me. Every day I look forward to having fun. Like singing my favorite tune. I don’t care if u approve. Then again, I wake up the next morning in my bed staring at the ceiling. Me and my thoughts. Nothing makes sense in my head anymore. My mind has been asking, “Is this what freedom is all about? I really don’t know what it is…to be me”. I can’t understand, what it is. I can’t understand, what it is. Someday it will make sense. To hold on to somebody like me.
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Posted by: josertheman | May 7, 2018

No Worries

No worries about death. Worry about those who don’t live their lives. Don’t worry about living forever. Just live your life.

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Posted by: josertheman | April 30, 2018

Please Follow the Screams for Me

Please follow the screams for me. Memories are filled like your soul. They come and go. Please follow the screams for me. That’s where you’ll find the people in your soul. That is what I know. Way to keep the screams empty from me. Who is to say that I even care. I will never leave. Listen closely for me. Hear the whispers in your ear. Please follow the screams. Just for me. That is what I know. Way to keep the screams empty from me. I’m falling down a dark hole. I can’t change myself. Not much hope among the dead. There is no room for the sick. Way to keep the screams empty from me.
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Posted by: josertheman | February 9, 2018

The World Without Wars

Look out into the streets. Everyone looks like animals. They are all trapped inside large silver cages. The sky is starving with risks. They are victims of society. Listen to the sounds of their cries, as they fall to deaf ears. Devils lurk in the shadows waiting to harvest their evilness. I can see the golden light, as the prison walls collapse. Society has no remorse. The guards pursue their precious cargo. They would go to great lengths of murder to get them back. This is the night when the world cannot gaze any further. Nuclear war will end murder. Judgement day only makes the evil leaders laugh. Starving times follow closely behind. Death comes on silver tongues. Manipulation is just a game. Hear the lethal bullet with your name on it. What lurks on your mind, as u are turned away from your own grave. Your risk for survival gets pushed back. The world without wars is on your mind. The Holy cross never comes. U wish to yearn for crystal jokes. Your eyes only see the weak. All u can do now is laugh in hell.
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Posted by: josertheman | January 24, 2018

Amusing Box (Cell Block)

He walked right into his cell block. The guards are always watching. He doesn’t give a shit anymore. Every night he gives in like a pigeon. He gives his cell mates what they want. His hair is so matted. He doesn’t give a shit. He walks in circles to pass the time away. His issued clothes fit him tight. He doesn’t give a shit anymore. He’s always tired. He says he’s still a man. His eyes and his face don’t look the same. He stopped writing kites. He sees a red cage. It comes out of his rage. He feels like busting out. He thinks of his old life. He can’t breathe anymore. His home is nothing more than a hard life. The guard stares at him. He spits up pieces of his lungs. His mouth tastes like acid. He doesn’t give a shit anymore. He is still a man. He pisses on himself every day. He has nothing to lose. He wishes to hang himself. He doesn’t give a shit anymore. It’s just another year and another day. He sits and he lets his mind bleed blinded thoughts. Decades are not true anymore. He breathes and bleeds in his new home. Pieces of his life are painful to remember. He’s blinded by his new life. Every morning he wakes up to days like today.

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Posted by: josertheman | January 2, 2018

This Vertigo Mess (Looking at Yourself in The Dark)

So, your heart gives u problems again? It’s like cutting into your own skin. The photograph is just a still frame. Nobody likes to have their picture taken when they’re in pain. In the end u try to keep your face out of this scene. Now, I’m feeling trapped inside my own skin. In this vertigo mess, I’m getting out of breath and out of touch. I feel so helpless. I hate to be photographed like this. I’m tossing out all my mistakes again. So, your heart gives u problems again? It’s like cutting into your own skin. I keep reminding myself that this shit is just all the same. Do u think I should keep reminding myself of this nightmare again? Only in this vertigo mess. It’s like cutting into your own skin. Nobody likes to have their picture taken when they’re in pain. Inside my head I keep reminding myself that this shit will pass. Or do u think this nightmare will come back? I know that I need to keep reminding myself that it’ll come back. That’s why I need to disappear into the crowd. In this vertigo mess, I’m getting out of breath and out of touch. I feel so helpless. In the end u try to keep your face out of this scene. It’s like looking at yourself in the dark. I don’t even look the part. In the stairway, we didn’t get that far. One more step and I’ll have heart problems again. It’s like cutting into your own skin. This photograph in my hand is just a still frame. I’m looking at a picture that feels like a vision of pain. Silence best describes this vertigo mess.
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Posted by: josertheman | December 17, 2017

To My Successful Friend (I Only See Myself in U)

To My Successful Friend,

Why are u telling me lies again? Are your stories starting to lose their steam? Or are u starting to cry at the end. We’ll see how things go for u. Don’t try to coddle me again. It’s just separation from negative notions that I could never be. Me? I’m trying to be myself. Stop me from holding u because I couldn’t tell it was u. Hey my successful friend, why are u following me? The world says they don’t need u anymore. The universe has spoken. Are u not having a little fun? It’s just natural to have passion for somebody else and not for yourself. U know I hate u so much. So, I would like to know how to be u. U know so well it’s only u. Now, they’re coming after me. My securities are dwindling. I want to be strong. So, so strong. I can’t tell anymore what it is to be strong. My passion is to be u. I only see myself in u.
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