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There is no more panic
There is no more pain
New friends you will meet
There strength you will gain

You may talk about problems
Discuss all your woes
Celebrate your highs
And tell us your lows

We are not doctors
And we are not Gods
But if talking can help
We can even the odds

So come to us here
If you need a new friend
Or some loving support
Your search is at end.




TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCES - BY EDWARD JONES AKA HURTSSOMUCH

to honesty, let the truth be told.

Freinds,family,countrymen,
people of the planet Earth,
here these words I say to you,
and take them for there worth,
what was is when,now is,and then then,
and true justice never existed,
for me my word is law,
as is with a God held in Awe,
so fear me or I will have my vengence,
and if my words did say,
my deed is done I will pay,
but my life is mine,
to do with in my time,
anything I should desire,
interfear with this rule,
and well find out whose the fool,
for you will never underestamate
anyone ever again,
oh yes I am just one,
and so is the father,
and so was his son,
and here on Earth your in my heaven,
so my kingdom will come,
and my will, will be done,
and on Earth my battle will end,
but for now Ive only begun.

by mysteryed

Author's Comments:
"I hate being called a liar, to me that is a challenge to my integrity."






BEFORE - BY EDWARD JONES AKA HURTSSOMUCH

to Francine, I will never stop loving you.

Before I met you,
Love had know meaning,
and now it has know cure.

by mysteryed

Author's Comments:
"I have been alone for 9 years now, I will never find a women to fill the emptiness in my heart, Francine and I are the best of friends, she knows my loneliness and pain, and she truly cares, she gave me the only good years of my life, 8 years of heaven, she is also the inspiration for "HEAVENS IN MY EYES""




TO BE ME- BY EDWARD JONES AKA HURTSSOMUCH

Dreams that make me,
Nightmares that wake me
Thoughts that shake me
Fears that quake me

So I try not to sleep

People that curt me
There words that hurt me
Senses that alert me
That death does flirt me

So I keep to myself

Visions that haunt me
Feelings that gaunt me
My mom does taunt me
She does not want me

So I have no family

Doctors accrue me
And then they construe me
Then nurses subdue me
Drugged they do view me

So I do not to ask for help

But poems appease me
Words do not tease me
The rhythms do please me
And emotionally ease me

So I write every day

With no arms to hold me
Or eyes to behold me
Nor a love to mold me
Or even church to fold me

So I am very much alone

So if you do see me
Do not guarantee me
Someday they will free me
For I will always be me

So I do not look for false hope

So another day gone by me
With tears my eyes supply me
Always asking why me
Till the day I say goodbye me

So I pray each night for death




PAGING DR. TURTLE- BY EDWARD JONES AKA HURTSSOMUCH

Dr. Sarrah Barrios, my psych Dr.

I woke up early this morning
And then I let the dog outside
Then I fixed myself some breakfast
And I went out for a ride

The sky was looking funny
And the trees were pink not green
There were elephants out jumping
On giant trampolines

The squirrels were playing poker
And the dogs were driving cars
Pickup trucks were flying
And the cats were tending bars

I thought I must be going crazy
For sure I am going mad
Then I saw this little turtle
And he looked so very sad

So I asked the little guy
What is bothering you today?
He said it’s the other turtles
They say I am too small to play

So I looked across the street
In an empty lot they stood
Turtles playing baseball
And wow they sure were good

So I got back in my car
And I slowly drove away
When I looked back in my mirror
I heard that turtle say

200 mg of Thorazine nurse


by mysteryed

Author's Comments:
"some times medication is worse than the illness, thorazine had me seeing and hearing things the whole time I was on it, I was not a scitzo, they thought it would stop the flashbacks, but it didn't."






MY BODY, MY TEMPLE, - BY EDWARD JONES AKA HURTSSOMUCH

to my father, who let god into my heart, and my mom let the devil in.

Within this temple,
lives a God,
a demon,
and a devil,
but God knows not,
the who,
the why,
or the what,
the when,
or the where,
it will be,
its simply because,
if he is, and or was,
he has been,
and will always,
be me,
the unquestionable,
Mr.E.

by mysteryed

Author's Comments:
Ii was raised an atheist, then I met my father, he is very religious, he said god was inside me, but so was the devil, and I know we all have our demons, so this came out, and my nickname is mystery, or Mr.E."






REBIRTH; A SECOND CHANCE. - BY EDWARD JONES AKA HURTSSOMUCH

to the EMTs that brought me back, thank you.

When the dark has come, and the day has gone,
and the moon shines full, like a night time sun,
when good has died, and evil spawn,
then dream time comes, and I am reborn,
for its within my heart so burnt and bitter,
with the thoughts of what could have been,
and that witch was not, that lies my soul,
a lifeless mass, an empty void,
feared with mere thoughts and questions,
and in a web, spun of the fibres of ones mind,
lives Vapor, dream demon supreme,
so fear the darkness, and fear the night,
for I am the demon, embraced by the light,
and though the demons journey may have ended,
the mystery has just begun.

by mysteryed

Author's Comments:
"the first time I tried to take my life, I hung myself, 2 EMTs brought me back, I was dead, my heart had stopped, they shocked me with the paddles, when i came to, I heard these words, I came to terms with what had happened to me when I was younger, and no longer blamed myself, the demon had died, or I should say, he was never really there, you see, I opened the door that let the 2 men in, and for 11 years I blamed myself, this was also the day I got my nickname, MR.E. or "mystery"."







AGAIN, AND AGAIN, AND AGAIN- BY EDWARD JONES AKA HURTSSOMUCH


Dreams for me are nightmares
Nightmares and my life are one
One took my mother in front of me
Me with a gun to my head
Head he pounded into the sink
Sink full of teeth and blood
Blood I could not show
Show what he had done
Done as I watched in the mirror
Mirror to this day I fear
Fear is my prime emotion
Emotion is mostly tears
Tears put me to sleep each night
Night is when I have dreams
Dreams for me are nightmares
Nightmares and my life are one.





ME, MYSELF,AND I - BY EDWARD JONES AKA HURTSSOMUCH

to the search of ones self, and I hope you like what you find.

I am the eternal darkness,
evil and full of spite,
I've travelled far to his domain,
to meet this one called light,
when its me that I see,
or is it he, who is me,
then I realize, its not us,
for we are one,
two separate halves,
of a single persona,
in conflict,
like the night,
and the sun.

by mysteryed

Author's Comments:
"most of my poems come from life, my life, each is a part of me that gives me a new understanding of myself, I am now at peace with who I am."







JAILED, AN ODE TO - BY EDWARD JONES AKA HURTSSOMUCH

to the county of marin, thank you for a pleasant stay.

Here in this land of tranquillity,
blossoming with the fragrance of spring,
lie's the entrance to the land,
that know free man has seen,
down you will burrow,
away from the light,
here you will find it,
a land of such fright,
the people who dwell here,
some wicked, some small,
some will tell nothing,
while others tell all,
few are good,
and those that are not,
will lead you down,
to your resting plot,
but if you chose right,
oh heroes do pray,
you may still yet,
see the light of day,
but if you like coffins,
and the smell of dirt,
then continue to temp,
its only your death,
that you flirt.

by mysteryed

Author's Comments:
"I was arrested in marin county, and we drove up to this beautiful building, flowers and trees everywhere, the police car drove into a tunnel, a door closed, and down we went."




STAY AND FIGHT- BY EDWARD JONES AKA HURTSSOMUCH

I toss I turn I scream in vain
Satan licks his spoon again
Nothing seems to stop these dreams
Tormented soul forever seems
Wishing for some better days
To only find a darkened haze
Laughing as they all walk by
People mock me and I cry
Hurtful things they say to me
They do not no PTSD
Doctors drugs they have me take
16 hours sleep is what they make
I cannot take much more you see
A whole life sleeping just cannot be
The dreams you see are bad at best
The worst ones are the devils jest
God please help me if you can
But the devil answers I'm your man
I do not know what I have done
But when I'm gone those two men won
So do I stay and fight the fight
Or do I end it this very night?

The answer to these words I say
I choose to fight so hear I stay.