Joe Fresh's blog: "MARCH POEMS"

Our inner being tells us if it’s true or not But do we listen? We cannot my a sound choice When our inner feelings Are battling the world of reality Sometimes we find refuge in our soul To hide from all the evil doers around us But……. Do we have some sort of gravitational pull? That seems to attract exactly what we don’t need in our life Is it that we have a sign somewhere on our person that states… “Wait until my defenses are down to hurt me” Cuz for some reason it just seems to go that way. We all have our types and it’s not easy to know if a person is full of it or not People nowadays have mastered the art of show and tell with their feelings and emotions The wolves in sheep’s clothing are more abundant each day I cannot fight the demons of the past I am not here for that I didn’t create them therefore it’s not my responsibility to vanquish them Your demons and skeletons are all yours. We both have them but we need to both put them aside if this is going to work out I will not be charged for a crime I didn’t commit We are all individuals and we are just that Our own entity I wasn’t there when it happened therefore that leaves me free of the charge. Words are like aluminum and paper. RECYCLED. But just like those items They start somewhere else fresh With a clean slate That is how I would like to be treated With a clean slate, judge me for me Not for what the last person did. Get them back. Not save it for me. Thank you

There was a time I was looking for someone to listen to me Without passing judgment Without giving me their unsolicited advice or opinion There was a time I just needed someone to be there for me Like I am there for so many others But deep in my mind I was afraid to give myself away To let someone deep inside my mind My inner thoughts, my fears and insecurities I got burned by someone and never have been able to get over it To open up and just sit there and be wide open like the ocean And to get shit on, it was just pure pain Pain I cannot explain, far worse than any physical pain Simply because physical pain heals in time. Emotional scars just grow actually. They never go away; they sit there in the cut Chilling, lingering around, just hovering above your mental state Constantly reminding you to not open up To not give in to the person that wants to listen. Sometimes misery loves company, but I don’t wanna host that party. I just need someone to listen to me sometimes. @JoeFresh