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.
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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.

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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.

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.

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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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