conor-martin - Hello Poetry

A dogs heart has no weight or mass to be measured They are one of life’s true honest pleasures A dog does not see the bad you’ve done A dog cannot only love one The heart they have cannot contain their soul As it runs through open fields And closes gates to pain and hurt They heal old wounds of friends we lost And care not for how much our clothes cost Dogs create joy wherever they roam And all they ask is for a pat or a bone When we walk, we walk together In life whatever the weather As when we love a dog Then we discover life’s true treasure

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Jan 7, 2021

Jan 7, 2021 at 3:32 PM UTC

A dogs heart

A dogs heart has no weight or mass to be measured They are one of life’s true honest pleasures A dog does not see the bad you’ve done A dog cannot only love one The heart they have cannot contain their soul As it runs through open fields And closes gates to pain and hurt They heal old wounds of friends we lost And care not for how much our clothes cost Dogs create joy wherever they roam And all they ask is for a pat or a bone When we walk, we walk together In life whatever the weather As when we love a dog Then we discover life’s true treasure

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In sweet visionary illusion Swept up in mindless delusions Grand thoughts swelling fourth As mind over matter which pierce the sky And at this time I cover my eyes To Shield them from reason But their is no need as it’s all obscured by clouds Grey is the colour an eclipse of judgement in fine detail Status Quo agenda, dig a hole Bury my head in the sand as it comes through the other side of a flat moronic earth Social distance from reason, No vaccine to cure the brain from this ignorance plague Weeping from the wound of privileged upbringing, In a prison surrounded by lacklustre villains watching society crumble from the cell of self justification, Locked doors and keyless thought Rushed to the windows to watch the sky, No way to see the sun when it’s obscured by clouds.

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Apr 19, 2020

Apr 19, 2020 at 6:50 PM UTC

Obscured by Clouds

In sweet visionary illusion Swept up in mindless delusions Grand thoughts swelling fourth As mind over matter which pierce the sky And at this time I cover my eyes To Shield them from reason But their is no need as it’s all obscured by clouds Grey is the colour an eclipse of judgement in fine detail Status Quo agenda, dig a hole Bury my head in the sand as it comes through the other side of a flat moronic earth Social distance from reason, No vaccine to cure the brain from this ignorance plague Weeping from the wound of privileged upbringing, In a prison surrounded by lacklustre villains watching society crumble from the cell of self justification, Locked doors and keyless thought Rushed to the windows to watch the sky, No way to see the sun when it’s obscured by clouds.

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Before the dawn The transition of Lucid dream From Reality, The bleeding realms The minds eye untethered and set free As the dark soul gathers pace on the light Catching up Then coming back to life Take a Heavenly line Down the new found path Free from insecurity and anxious decline Starring into the sun Black heart no more I'm rushing back to life The astral plain memories Over my shoulder please refrain From talking of the dark past again A brighter day, First step forward As I walk on new found land As I bathe among New found light Better than then Me, Back to the Me I always wanted out, Do not dwell As I remember how to fly Soul to soar beside the sun Reflecting the other side My journey through the dark Now I've come back to life

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Dec 24, 2019

Dec 24, 2019 at 7:10 PM UTC

Back to Life

Before the dawn The transition of Lucid dream From Reality, The bleeding realms The minds eye untethered and set free As the dark soul gathers pace on the light Catching up Then coming back to life Take a Heavenly line Down the new found path Free from insecurity and anxious decline Starring into the sun Black heart no more I'm rushing back to life The astral plain memories Over my shoulder please refrain From talking of the dark past again A brighter day, First step forward As I walk on new found land As I bathe among New found light Better than then Me, Back to the Me I always wanted out, Do not dwell As I remember how to fly Soul to soar beside the sun Reflecting the other side My journey through the dark Now I've come back to life

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In the long hours When loneliness rears it's head This iron soul on shoulders lay Raising with the shift to night "I've waited for this inky blue" The midnight rider onward at dawn With Common sense no more among Gods with little soliders burden the young Taking away what never belonged Peace on earth, In airfilled quotes Nightmarish slumber As impatience grows Imaginations creatures crawl from dark divides Split the earth and atom between the whispers and the eye The silent figure at the bottom of the bed In the long hours That's when all my living is in my Head

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Oct 22, 2019

Oct 22, 2019 at 12:55 AM UTC

Sleep not found.

In the long hours When loneliness rears it's head This iron soul on shoulders lay Raising with the shift to night "I've waited for this inky blue" The midnight rider onward at dawn With Common sense no more among Gods with little soliders burden the young Taking away what never belonged Peace on earth, In airfilled quotes Nightmarish slumber As impatience grows Imaginations creatures crawl from dark divides Split the earth and atom between the whispers and the eye The silent figure at the bottom of the bed In the long hours That's when all my living is in my Head

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You've got that caramel charisma That sweet tooth personality that leaves me wanting more Where have you gone, I wish you were here It's time we left the factory and came to see a world brighter than the glass ceiling allows Sweet, No sweat Its banter no barter The high road not often spoke A message among the common folk Whispered love beyond the time Around the reason of this rhyme It's all I've done to ignore the signs You should be mine And will be holding hands Along the river lagan And our throats ache from Songs over sang Urge, Desire Perception of the rain on our lips Feeling sadness on finger tips We know one night is all we get Love then life What is it worth Grains of potential Gritty like the dirt We wash clean to Bare our skin within The linen cloth warmth Of sultry affluence

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Oct 10, 2019

Oct 10, 2019 at 4:49 PM UTC

Sweet Tooth

You've got that caramel charisma That sweet tooth personality that leaves me wanting more Where have you gone, I wish you were here It's time we left the factory and came to see a world brighter than the glass ceiling allows Sweet, No sweat Its banter no barter The high road not often spoke A message among the common folk Whispered love beyond the time Around the reason of this rhyme It's all I've done to ignore the signs You should be mine And will be holding hands Along the river lagan And our throats ache from Songs over sang Urge, Desire Perception of the rain on our lips Feeling sadness on finger tips We know one night is all we get Love then life What is it worth Grains of potential Gritty like the dirt We wash clean to Bare our skin within The linen cloth warmth Of sultry affluence

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There are those who do not know The secret line, A willows toll Sands of time wait for me A raging ocean foaming to consume souls The blinding light, Of corrupt minds eye illuminates the way Draws our ship in and spills dementia across the bay Mixed Signals, On uncharted seas Breach the waves, Crashing down on me, Minds eye of the storm, See the forks of lightning, ether torn the world cracks open dawn to see Atop the cliffs we clearly see The looming scale of misery Brought from this mind eating disease One light push is all it takes, Even the effort from the breeze Over the Edge and back to the rocks Its all over and over again, Repeating pain by rewinding the clocks Square one, Same old **** Back at it again Calling all ships without Captains Its okay to not be okay Just find the right light to guide your way Past the wrecks and through the bay Into the safety of loving arms, Your Home awaits Forget the unforgiving oceans and raise your glass to the souls it has claimed, Now heaven knows

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Oct 10, 2018

Oct 10, 2018 at 8:09 PM UTC

From the Storm

There are those who do not know The secret line, A willows toll Sands of time wait for me A raging ocean foaming to consume souls The blinding light, Of corrupt minds eye illuminates the way Draws our ship in and spills dementia across the bay Mixed Signals, On uncharted seas Breach the waves, Crashing down on me, Minds eye of the storm, See the forks of lightning, ether torn the world cracks open dawn to see Atop the cliffs we clearly see The looming scale of misery Brought from this mind eating disease One light push is all it takes, Even the effort from the breeze Over the Edge and back to the rocks Its all over and over again, Repeating pain by rewinding the clocks Square one, Same old **** Back at it again Calling all ships without Captains Its okay to not be okay Just find the right light to guide your way Past the wrecks and through the bay Into the safety of loving arms, Your Home awaits Forget the unforgiving oceans and raise your glass to the souls it has claimed, Now heaven knows

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In the Mirror mind A Reflection of what lies beyond the soul Why am I, who I hardly know The Demon waits outside my home Whistling echoes in the snow The hollow heart carved up by relentless thought Cold chill of darkness down the chimney across the hearth This house my home a machine for living The ugly sins come knocking at my door Memories thrown from the mantle Lying fragmented on the floor Beside the carpet, Where the stain it ever grows And the role call of madness ever shows Perfect façade, One true skill To hide from those, Who i deceive without thrill A bolt and chain to lock away the truth My home is ravaged by the ghosts of youth The fireplace lit, An amber glow embraces life All to replace my home, With Ashes of Happy. Ashes of Sad. Ashes of all that made my world feel bad.

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Aug 16, 2018

Aug 16, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC

in the mirror mind

In the Mirror mind A Reflection of what lies beyond the soul Why am I, who I hardly know The Demon waits outside my home Whistling echoes in the snow The hollow heart carved up by relentless thought Cold chill of darkness down the chimney across the hearth This house my home a machine for living The ugly sins come knocking at my door Memories thrown from the mantle Lying fragmented on the floor Beside the carpet, Where the stain it ever grows And the role call of madness ever shows Perfect façade, One true skill To hide from those, Who i deceive without thrill A bolt and chain to lock away the truth My home is ravaged by the ghosts of youth The fireplace lit, An amber glow embraces life All to replace my home, With Ashes of Happy. Ashes of Sad. Ashes of all that made my world feel bad.

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May we speak for those forgotten far to soon You play deaf to requests of human soul Reptilian lies encasing the heart of stone Oh Captain, No Captain. On this ship on the edge of the dumb new world Idiots raised upon the pew, Hailed as Knights of the people All they’ve brought is numbered days and promises far too few Too Little, Too late Deadly victims to the Maybot’s fate Pillaging idealised dreams of united pride All the people can do is run and hide Democracies throat ripped out by the vile disease British sorry, Not sorry state Broken system, Shattered across the isle Devoid of soul, To death do us part Its Brexit that will drive the steak through The Iron witches, Cold. Dead. Heart.

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Jul 23, 2018

Jul 23, 2018 at 8:16 PM UTC

Little Legal Lie & an Eye for an Eye.

May we speak for those forgotten far to soon You play deaf to requests of human soul Reptilian lies encasing the heart of stone Oh Captain, No Captain. On this ship on the edge of the dumb new world Idiots raised upon the pew, Hailed as Knights of the people All they’ve brought is numbered days and promises far too few Too Little, Too late Deadly victims to the Maybot’s fate Pillaging idealised dreams of united pride All the people can do is run and hide Democracies throat ripped out by the vile disease British sorry, Not sorry state Broken system, Shattered across the isle Devoid of soul, To death do us part Its Brexit that will drive the steak through The Iron witches, Cold. Dead. Heart.

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It’s a Monday morning and I’ve awoken with this grog what is this horrific feeling starring at me through the fog Oh **** I sigh with a cough and a weeze It’s the flu I’ve heard so much about Why’s it always me! I’ll pop the Sudafed I left in the drawer from this time a year ago that’ll teach this viral ******* whats for I remember everyone drifted very far, Declared me the patient Proclaimed I had man flu and was being over dramatic OH THE PAIN i cried, FOR THOU DOES NOT KNOW! Why wont you get out of my head I honestly feel id be better off dead this mucus and sinus inflamation will allow no silence to the pounding that exists in the echoing arena of my head Right ok, Its 8:15 time to lift the dog and bone And shockingly I sound the picture of health to the boss on the phone Sick again they sigh as my sinus’ explode im sorry boss I’ve got to go, My head is pounding and my nose needs blown Time to go back to bed Sleep is what I need Become a marshmallow in the blanket and try to remember how to breath I’ll lie on one side as my nostril feels like it fills i hate being ******* sick. Where’d I put my pills? I stare at the ceiling while the realisation kicks in I left them in the kitchen, my moody temper is thrilled I sound 80 years my senior as I curse the steps below Hanging on the hand rail, like a Sherpa who’s promised to get me home I should have gotten a stair lift, My arms are dragging like lead Why is that phone ringing, If it’s work tell'em im dead Call it man flu Call it a cold It doesn’t stop me feeling old Its dramatic I know and my tone is dire Guess I’ll just feel sorry for myself and go drink lemsip by the fire

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Sep 12, 2017

Sep 12, 2017 at 8:57 PM UTC

Man Flu.

It’s a Monday morning and I’ve awoken with this grog what is this horrific feeling starring at me through the fog Oh **** I sigh with a cough and a weeze It’s the flu I’ve heard so much about Why’s it always me! I’ll pop the Sudafed I left in the drawer from this time a year ago that’ll teach this viral ******* whats for I remember everyone drifted very far, Declared me the patient Proclaimed I had man flu and was being over dramatic OH THE PAIN i cried, FOR THOU DOES NOT KNOW! Why wont you get out of my head I honestly feel id be better off dead this mucus and sinus inflamation will allow no silence to the pounding that exists in the echoing arena of my head Right ok, Its 8:15 time to lift the dog and bone And shockingly I sound the picture of health to the boss on the phone Sick again they sigh as my sinus’ explode im sorry boss I’ve got to go, My head is pounding and my nose needs blown Time to go back to bed Sleep is what I need Become a marshmallow in the blanket and try to remember how to breath I’ll lie on one side as my nostril feels like it fills i hate being ******* sick. Where’d I put my pills? I stare at the ceiling while the realisation kicks in I left them in the kitchen, my moody temper is thrilled I sound 80 years my senior as I curse the steps below Hanging on the hand rail, like a Sherpa who’s promised to get me home I should have gotten a stair lift, My arms are dragging like lead Why is that phone ringing, If it’s work tell'em im dead Call it man flu Call it a cold It doesn’t stop me feeling old Its dramatic I know and my tone is dire Guess I’ll just feel sorry for myself and go drink lemsip by the fire

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Life and Death as the pendulum swings Back and forth the momentum wins The victim of change, Aesthetics of hate Gravitational, Force pushes us down Stop listen turn around Hatred spills the blood in town Screaming spells the loss of love Freedom slipping from the hand in a glove Dictatorship, Reside Revolution, Obide Nowhere left to hide Sandstorm growing at my door Slipping through the cracks Words born in anger fight back Muslim, Attack Caucasian, Relax World of Aggression never slacks Expectations devour Hate gives birth to our final hour Cant you see, This is it Human kind divided, Falling to bits No chance to cling together only blown apart By bombs bought from Martyrs In a War they claim they didnt start

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Jun 15, 2017

Jun 15, 2017 at 5:53 PM UTC

The Division Bell

Life and Death as the pendulum swings Back and forth the momentum wins The victim of change, Aesthetics of hate Gravitational, Force pushes us down Stop listen turn around Hatred spills the blood in town Screaming spells the loss of love Freedom slipping from the hand in a glove Dictatorship, Reside Revolution, Obide Nowhere left to hide Sandstorm growing at my door Slipping through the cracks Words born in anger fight back Muslim, Attack Caucasian, Relax World of Aggression never slacks Expectations devour Hate gives birth to our final hour Cant you see, This is it Human kind divided, Falling to bits No chance to cling together only blown apart By bombs bought from Martyrs In a War they claim they didnt start

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