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Neat! NO ICE!!!

Neat! NO ICE!!!

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Hey! Pour me another my good man

this time make sure that it’s neat,

the first was watered down by ice

I love to taste the fermented wheat.

If you didn’t know what I meant,

then ask, or look it up on your phone,

I don’t need this bullshit aggravation

I would’ve stayed, and drank at home!

This is why I chose to not drink anymore,

because this was exactly how I would act,

I would find trouble in strangest of places,

my emotions had never really stayed intact.

Before I could comprehend the situation

I’d be laughing as I was brought to my knees,

I had the cops called for terroristic threats,

waiting for half price appetizers at an Applebees.

The worst part of all these stupid stories

is that, they are all embarrassingly true,

years had passed before I threw in the towel,

after failing, while searching, for what I should do.

I don’t really like to say that I have quit,

I just call it, a “necessary lifestyle change”.

I am not gonna lie, a lot of the time it was fun,

so by no means do I feel, I was ever shortchanged.

 
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Posted by on April 26, 2018 in poetry, Uncategorized, writing

 

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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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I can’t do this alone

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Heck, for all the times, that my two eyes,

had rolled into the back of my head,

you’d think I’d see my thoughts pacing,

or the addictive mind that wanted me dead.

For all the times that I had thrown it all up

the poisonous contents inside of my gut,

I”d maybe see what has been eating inside,

and make it all seem a little more clear-cut.

What’s this crawling feeling under my skin?

I wish I could slice at it, to make it bleed out,

but the last thing I need is someone asking me,

“what’s wrong?” , now that, I can do without.

The angels wouldn’t even try to enter my soul,

they claimed they had taken the wrong turn,

they just knew if they tried to enter my aura,

like entering earth’s atmosphere, they’d burn.

So I am left all alone to battle these demons,

maybe I’ll just ask politely if we can coexist,

I humbly admit…

I can’t do without help, that I require from family,

my friends, or in this case I guess, an exorcist.

 

 

© 2018 Joseph Emerson @ WhatsInsideAMadmansHat.com

 

 

 
 

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It’s okay to shut up

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Why be, if you cannot just be?

why look, if you cannot see?

why bother, if you do not care?

keep your foot in your mouth,

if you want to be fair.

You do not always have to speak.

It is not a rule that you must engage.

If pretension of attention is what you seek,

then join a musical, if you desire a stage.

But you can leave me the hell out of it.

As I didn’t ask to be the butt of your joke.

You could probably remove the foot now,

although I’d love to see you choke.

 

 

© 2018 Joseph Emerson @ WhatsInsideAMadmansHat.com

 
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Posted by on March 17, 2018 in My day, poetry, Uncategorized, writing

 

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