Posted by: josertheman | July 17, 2021

Nothing Short of Amazing

My memory said, “Come with me. Just follow me.” “U don’t have to pay anything. This is free.” So, I gave myself to my memory. I said no one has ever led me anywhere…good. I watched myself as the tears rolled down my face. Yes! I gave myself to my memory. I said no one has ever led me anywhere…good. I gave myself away. My memory is part of me. It’s such a tragedy. My tears gave me away.

By Jose Rojas/josertheman@me.com

I was in this dream. Where screams flooded my head. I was so confused that I stepped off a cliff. I felt so alone, as I was falling to my death. The screams were getting louder and louder. I fell into a crevice that was the size of a coffin. I made my way out and I noticed it was morning. A few steps later, I found myself standing in the middle of an empty beach. No one can see me. Then, I noticed in the waves were thousands of dead bodies floating in the water. One million were to follow. They were washing to shore, and I was in tears. They died like parasites from the invisible virus. It was systematic death, like blue death. This is the moment when a light bulb smashes against your head. To the politicians, this blood falls on your hands. Only a fool is to blame. This got me hating death. This is not a deal where ice picks were to blame. I wish they were alive, faking death or something like that. This is not how life is meant to be. I rolled up my sleeves and I helped bury the dead bodies. I did what I could do. Then, the dream ends when a voice calls out my name. I immediately pinch myself and I realize that I am alive. It was just a dream. Drenched in sweat I tell everyone what I saw. Morning, noon, and night. I relive the nightmare. To the politicians, this blood falls on u. Only a fool is to blame. Now, if u dare to come with me and see for yourself. All u must do is close your eyes and scream at the top of your lungs! Then, u will find yourself on the beach…floating in the water, face down. And someone like me will be crying from afar. At this point, all I can do is bury your dead body.  U know? I heard a politician say, “the invisible virus is not to blame.” This is the moment when a light bulb smashes against your head. To the politicians, this blood falls on u. Only a fool is to blame.

By Jose Rojas

Josertheman@me.com

Posted by: josertheman | April 15, 2020

The New Normal (Masks Could Not Stop the Invisible Enemy

Hell is where we stand. Heaven, I kiss u with my eyes closed. Sorry that I’m trapped below. I smile at the angry vultures who circle me from above. Take your medicine before they break down the door. We stand ready for battle. Without a plan to take us to the other side.  I’m drenched from my tears. This reminds me of a short story in the past. When an emperor stood without any clothes. Our leader did not know what to do until it was too late. Sooner than thoughts we all ended up in-self quarantine. Nobody could understand the invisible enemy. Like choking on vomit, we were given propaganda to gag on, as we laid in the middle of sterile walls. Masks could not stop the invisible enemy. Essential goods were depleted from the stores. No goodbyes from those who cared. No pageantry displays. We could not understand all the words from their minds. Our Silent voices uprooted a rude awakening that we were far from the truth. We would never be free from the smoke of lies.

By josertheman@me.com/Jose Rojas

 

Posted by: josertheman | December 30, 2019

Time (Not to Keep the Clock from Spinning)

Time, welcome to my humble home. I’ve been waiting a while for u.  I see we’ve aged the same. The future warned me not to miss u. It was shocking not to miss your smile. The clock keeps spinning. Lots of spinning, as we keep less time for ourselves. It’s the thread of confusion that sets in. Everything is revealing. Like the sounds of a ricocheting echo in a cave.  What I really want is not the time that I lost. I can’t say that I’d like more energy. Or for the lines on my face to go away. Or for more stable words and for lots of hair. And not to start from the beginning. What I really want is not the mess on my face. Not to win or to lose. Not planning. Not to see the mountains. Not the hungry feeling. Not the lack of breathing fresh air. Not the lying. Not the fighting. Not the crying. Not the laughing. Not to explore space. Not to die, or to watch people dying. The plan is not to keep the clock from spinning.

By Josertheman@me.com

Posted by: josertheman | August 12, 2019

Skin Tight (Not Another Wasteland)

Crack me up cause I need some. Ok, tell me a joke. No need to bill me. Don’t be so awkward. I’ll get a sense of who u really are. Shoo away the senseless. Don’t leave me speechless. Suck it up cause this is not another wasteland. Let them know not to roll off my grin. This is not another wasteland. Just another acquired sense of who u really are. I’m standing tall with her. I won’t get crushed! I’m just sitting here waiting for the freak show. Why won’t u just come and make me discuss what we are wearing. It took several tries with some bots. See what we’ve made. Leather hide that’s skin tight. I want to walk and wear through any weather. I just want to be seen.
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Posted by: josertheman | July 9, 2019

Same Old Noose (Just Another Crime)

As tears flow down her face, she paints her eyes grey just like a clown. There is a day that’s coming around town. Bad luck stories so familiar to those walking the streets. It’s the same old noose. Just another crime. Another all-day trance. She was pushing aside the cobwebs as she walked up the stairway. Inside her room she takes nothing. She cries to herself. U don’t get noticed when your life is in disarray. Situations take us to lots of sad places over time. Time means nothing when it’s another crime. She needs just one day for that time to get away from the same old noose. It’s just another crime. She was born to run away. Little pieces over time can get loose. There is a time to do nothing. Inside a stranger’s car, she just wants to have one last glance at the same old noose. It’s just another crime. While looking into the rear view mirror tears flow down her face, as she paints her eyes grey just like a clown. Bad luck stories so familiar to those walking the streets. It’s the same old noose. Just another crime. The stranger pays her for her time. She hesitates but the car doesn’t stop. Things happen but they’re meant to be. Another all-day trance. Except one day she wants to create a way for a certain crime to last all day. It’s the same old noose. It’s just another crime.
By josertheman@me.com

Posted by: josertheman | June 13, 2019

Eyes Wide Shut (Shadow of Our Faults)

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Posted by: josertheman | June 13, 2019

Eyes Wide Shut (Shadow of Our Faults)

Eyes wide shut, don’t forget your sword before you leave. It’s dangerous outside. Can u see me through your sallet? That’s okay, if u can’t. No need to procrastinate. Forget your romantic views. U are leading me into a ball of flames. Don’t lead me where I can die. Careful the sun is turning into stone. Soon we’ll be walking in the snow. Wow! The stars are changing. Changing into stone. Oh no! Oh no! So many forces we can’t control. Changing course is not an option. We can’t hold on. This must be a shadow of our faults. Saturday came, and everything turned into purple. Eyes wide shut, look at what we’ve all become. In the face of doom, we are walking in circles and we are turning blue. As the world crumbles around us bright white lightening leads us onto the dance floor. Steamy dance moves are all I want to do. If u like u can mull it over and double dip under the stars. Well, u lead me through a door where I could die. Careful the sun is turning into stone. Soon we’ll be walking in the snow. Wow! The stars are changing. Changing into stone. Eyes wide shut, look at what we’ve all become? In the face of doom, we are walking in circles and we are turning blue.

By Josertheman@me.com

Posted by: josertheman | March 8, 2019

Another Place in Time (My Destination)

Don’t bring me down. I’m just looking for another life in a different place. I maybe day dreaming but that’s the way I feel. I can’t stop thinking of all the things I’m searching for. I see myself in another place in time. Don’t feel bad for me, as I see a back door into my dreams. That’s my destination. I want to be drifting into my special place. I want to feel free, as I drop down these pills. I am now falling onto my knees ready to sleep. I’m drifting into my sleep like a mouse caught in a trap. U say I look better, when I’m asleep. My destination? Another place in time.
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Posted by: josertheman | February 6, 2019

Last Word (It’s a Sin)

One more word. Give me one more word for my lips. Just one more before I forget. Every time I get up I want to hold u. I just can’t forget your magic potion. It changes my vision of your portrait. I will never forget u. In this game I’m the King and u are my queen. It’s a shame that I can’t write u before we met. I’m in my darkness alone and wet again. Maybe I’ll take a ride to the big city where we’ve been. I’m just trying to forget your last word.

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