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Hey Doc, Help?

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One med

Two med

Red med

Blue med

Now I need

another

just to help me

get to bed.

“Doc, I feel like someone else”

“Well then take one of these.

Just make sure to leave your co-pay

with the receptionist, before you leave.”

Up all night, wondering what to say

I cannot get to sleep and I’m tired all day.

One med

Two med

Red med

Blue med

Now I need

another

just to help me

get to bed.

“Hey Doc! I can’t sleep!”

“Well than take one of these.

Remember to stop by the front desk

so I can make payroll Please”

Have to get up, and go to work today,

couldn’t fall sleep if I stayed home anyway.

One med

Two med

Red med

Blue med

Now I need

another

just to help me

get to bed.

“Yo DOC!!!

F@#K YOU bro!”

 
 

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easier than words

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Brush to the oil paint,

color to the canvas

gracefully and magically

making emptiness vanish.

The visions in the mind

manufacturing begins,

regurgitation of essence

spewing out from within.

The undoubted magic

materializes a bit later,

transformation of imagination

like an artistic translator.

The passion and ability

to make brilliance emerge,

from the mind to the hand

I am a conduit for the surge.

To try an explain what I see

I wouldn’t have the first clue,

It’s easier to piece it together

and then just show it to you.

 

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on April 1, 2018 in art, poetry, Uncategorized, writing

 

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“Signs point to Yes!”

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Well I struck out big time

called a swing and a miss,

I read that play all wrong,

she didn’t want that kiss.

Asked God to give me a sign

some advice on this courtship,

he dropped the damn ball again

That’s it! He’s getting a pink slip.

Like, for real dude? Come on.

It was an easy fifty-fifty call,

I wouldn’t have pegged ya for

a believer in a Magic Eight-ball!

I know you think I’m being silly

’cause she doesn’t want to be mine,

but I wasted our entire friendship

not to mention both of our time.

She is the one who is missing out,

I’m the best guy she has ever known,

yet I’m alone sitting home blaming God,

for the chance that I have single-handedly blown.

 

 

© 2018 Joseph Emerson @ WhatsInsideAMadmansHat.com

 

 
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Posted by on April 1, 2018 in poetry, Uncategorized, writing

 

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Satan called me spineless

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Hypnotized by the alluring midnight black flowing hair

mimicking the curtains blowing in the ocean’s breath,

I’ve never had such a beautiful image of Satan

as I do right now, as I compose the symphony of my death.

I’m not someone who fancies the ideologies of satanism,

though he is who lurks when I am looking for a friend,

why wouldn’t you want to talk to someone with expertise

in constructing a scene as melodramatic as your end?

It’s not like I have a poor sense of direction or imagination,

it’s just that I get so fixated on the methods that I do NOT like,

for instance, stoning or drowning in a pool filled with sharks,

not fond of guns, asphyxiation or stabbing with a spike.

I tend to obsess over the things that I don’t want to happen

instead of making happen the dreams that I wish,

I’d just hate to have to come to grips with growing soft inside

I wouldn’t want to be remembered as a spineless jellyfish.

 

 

 

© 2018 Joseph Emerson @ WhatsInsideAMadmansHat.com

 
 

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if any worsening of symptoms

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The bright white round one is to lift me up,

plus an off-white oblong one to help calm me down.

It may seem a little illogical and unreasonable,

also, I can’t promise you, they’ll keep away the frown.

You may say that it seems rather counterintuitive

like taking out a loan to pay off an equal debt,

or purchasing a million dollars in lottery tickets to,

win a million dollars? seemingly the worlds stupidest bet.

But the thing is, I have been feeling much better

since I have been traveling along this new path,

It beats the hell out of the alternative side of me

when the anxiety and depression are on a warpath.

I don’t like being torn down, limb by limb like a tree

that’s vulnerable to a logger wielding his chainsaw,

or being trapped by my dark isolating depression

like a frozen duck stuck in the ice just waiting to thaw.

I’ve tried to do this the “natural way” but to no avail

as the craziness inside increased and grew much stronger,

So I may not be completely against feeling a bit dazed

if it means that I won’t feel that profound pain any longer.

 

 

© 2018 Joseph Emerson @ WhatsInsideAMadmansHat.com

 
 

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rerun

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The smell of the freshly lit campfire,

the firework sound of the crackling cedar,

sadly muffled and shadowed by talking

from this sideshow circus’ ringleader.

Rehashing conversations from the past

always starts with a “Hey, remember when?”

Yes. Just like we did last time you were drunk

please, why must I have to relive this again?

I’m practically forced to crack a stupid grin

acting like I’ve never heard this version before,

why don’t you just write it into a book bro

and we can call it “Distorted Tales -N- Folklore”

Shall we try and mix this game up a bit?

Give this tired ole story a break for a while,

let’s create and imagine a bogus fantasy world

as phony as yours, yet sculpted with artistic style.

Dude, I hate to sound like a buzzkill party pooper,

but we’ve heard this more than our ears can allow,

it was not that cool back when it actually happened

or we would be doing the same damn thing right now.

 

 

© 2018 Joseph Emerson @ WhatsInsideAMadmansHat.com

 
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Posted by on March 28, 2018 in poetry, Uncategorized, writing

 

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home is where i am gay

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Sometimes, I feel as if I can take over the world!

Other times I just want to dig a hole and hide from it,

I’ll occasionally talk to everyone and befriend anyone around

but it’s only fraudulent, because I know I don’t fit.

I have always felt sorta strange like I’m not from here,

being around people tends to make me uncomfortable,

when trying to relate and get along with my peers,

I tend to overtalk with babble, which makes me vulnerable.

Anxiety starts to trickle in starting in my fingertips and toes

all of this is internal so you wouldn’t even know,

then the shaking and the sweating come like a whirlwind,

now you notice something is wrong as it begins to show.

I am not really eager to talk about this with anyone,

these feelings come and go as they flip-flop rapidly,

in a single instance, I can appear well put together

then in the drop of a hat, I will begin to act irrationally.

I struggle most days to make my way out the front door

and the untrained will tell me I’m just having a bad day,

you don’t know what it’s like for me as I start to panic,

being back home is where I feel most comfortable and gay.

© 2018 Joseph Emerson @ WhatsInsideAMadmansHat.com

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