Steven “Jesse” Bernstein: Tribute

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WARNING: This poetry can be very depressing and cause anxiety in some. Please read or listen to with caution for your own emotional state. Jesse is also a genius in his expressions and descriptive poetry.

Mr. Bernstein was an amazing “Spoken Word” poet that went through way too much. His birthday was on December 4th. Rather then tribute his suicide (A loss for all), I prefer to celebrate his birthday. I thought I would introduce some of you to his poetry. Remember it can get rough.

I hope to publish some spoken word poems of my work on here someday.

Enjoy and please take pay attention to the warning above. I relate to this poem. Never having self-esteem ever for my looks… FACE And of course MORE NOISE

I hope you find a new poet you love listening to him…

Steven Jesse Bernstein — Face

And

More Noise by Steven…

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A Minute Made Mystery

‘Why does Scott chant if he’s such a devout Christian?” Phil asked

I didn’t know.

My soul was pained.

I loved Scott but wanted to be fair to the ‘family’.

I suspected Scott’s relationship with me was a ruse to embarrass Phil
and the Charleston chapter of Nichiren Shoshu.

I asked Scott that night as we drove across the Cooper River Bridge to
the Isle of Palms.

“He thinks we’re queer,” Scott said.

I was puzzled by Scott’s reply. “Do you love me?” I asked.

Scott replied. “I love the Lord and the Lord says to love you.”

“Who’s Lord? Why me?”

Scott was precise: “You have the soul of a woman! We are not queer!”

“The Lord says I’m not a man?”

“Jesus says! “

“Where?”

“I know these things,” Scott’s tone was soothing. “Now hush your pretty
mouth and trust me.”

We parked on a secluded road at the Isle of Palms; waves of the Atlantic
roll in.

Scott reached over and stroked my hair.

“My pretty little Jew boy; Jesus was a Jew boy, I bet he looked like you. They
killed Jesus, didn’t they?”

I was suddenly afraid.

‘Scott, take me home,” I said.

Scott opened the dashboard and smiled: “we gotta make it real is all.”

(C) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved

5 Life Lessons I Learned the Hard Way

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Maybe the title of this sounds cheesy. Or you’re asking yourself why a 20 year old is trying to give you life advice. But I know things. Some I learned the hard way. Either through others, or my own experience.

To start – I’ve never lived the poshest life. I’ve never been most popular. My family has never really had a lot of money, and I only have two close friends.

My world has always revolved around my family, more than anything else. And I don’t find anything wrong with that. I adore my family, and the friends that became, and the boyfriend who wishes to marry into it.

But, as with everyone, life isn’t always gumdrops and butterflies. Sometimes, a storm comes and you’re powerless to do anything. So you just sit there, and wait through the thunder and lightening, and do your best…

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