david-s-m-watt - Hello Poetry

Schizophrenia Dark duality A tigers love A lambs brutality Cruel deflective Defect reflective False impulsive, A mirrors love. Now two are one Now less is more The unchaste nun The faithful ***** Walk crawl run For more is less From form to formless Pain's thrall duress. Now trap the surge The ******* urge The silent watcher Observe's stillness. Animus tamed Released un-maimed Dis-ease and pain Shall be no more.

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Nov 29, 2014

Nov 29, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC

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Schizophrenia Dark duality A tigers love A lambs brutality Cruel deflective Defect reflective False impulsive, A mirrors love. Now two are one Now less is more The unchaste nun The faithful ***** Walk crawl run For more is less From form to formless Pain's thrall duress. Now trap the surge The ******* urge The silent watcher Observe's stillness. Animus tamed Released un-maimed Dis-ease and pain Shall be no more.

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Now we could talk of other things A child asleep A mother sings An old mans breath on angel wings, Passing time. Rain fall on an open plain Soft warm light on cold hard faces Strangers far from distant places, Clouds benign. Did not ask, was not given Sanctuary, absolution Superstition Blind ambition Revolution Fortune shared For solitude For lost direction Dereliction Brimming cups for broken hearts All roads entwine. Empathy For the hopeless fool Sympathy For the eternal ****** Cold hard cash for everyone else Absinthe and iodine. Did not ask, was not given Sanctuary, absolution Superstition Blind ambition Revolution. What's revealed and what to hide A mind concealed Excessive pride Impending doom A darkened room Harbouring a hidden crime. Now we talk of everything A slight of hand A hornets sting A brush with death Loves suffering A passing sign.

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Nov 29, 2014

Nov 29, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC

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Now we could talk of other things A child asleep A mother sings An old mans breath on angel wings, Passing time. Rain fall on an open plain Soft warm light on cold hard faces Strangers far from distant places, Clouds benign. Did not ask, was not given Sanctuary, absolution Superstition Blind ambition Revolution Fortune shared For solitude For lost direction Dereliction Brimming cups for broken hearts All roads entwine. Empathy For the hopeless fool Sympathy For the eternal ****** Cold hard cash for everyone else Absinthe and iodine. Did not ask, was not given Sanctuary, absolution Superstition Blind ambition Revolution. What's revealed and what to hide A mind concealed Excessive pride Impending doom A darkened room Harbouring a hidden crime. Now we talk of everything A slight of hand A hornets sting A brush with death Loves suffering A passing sign.

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More serious things to take to heed Let's drink and **** and make them bleed. Trash the house smash all the dishes let the garden go to seed Spurn those neighbours puerile wishes Burn the sequestrations we don't read. To always get the last word like some tight self righteous ******* Ever forwards never backwards Beat at the heels and hooves of fools and ******** Like it matters, like it really ******* matters. All aboard for this adventure for this veritable adventure With the sick the sad mad sufferer's of dementia Although but barely over forty odd, In another dimension they could be god they could be god Or an invention of the media. All Innocence lost Think of the cost Think of the exorbitant financial cost For all those who could do good Inside they brood Inside my radioactive neighbourhood. Now feel remorse. Feel remorse for all the insects All the dead insects killed by my hand killed by my hand Still inconsolable indiscernible, trans-dimensionally faded Sick and jaded And all the ******** that I really really can't stand. Void of compassion Void of passion Tip back handing Hip with branding And a simple contractual understanding. Now come back into the fold Get on the path or face old Neptune's wrath Remember must Be kind to mammy Or face insurmountable tsunami With a tea spoon and damp dish cloth Use protection Buy the election Rich mans disease Poor mans affliction Dry your tear ducts Sick to the guts And as ever We have again eaten very strange meat products Unpronounceable indigestible Full with bile and virile hate The noun has won the noun has won. But hate is such a strong word To use against the truly truly absurd.

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Nov 29, 2014

Nov 29, 2014 at 1:10 PM UTC

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More serious things to take to heed Let's drink and **** and make them bleed. Trash the house smash all the dishes let the garden go to seed Spurn those neighbours puerile wishes Burn the sequestrations we don't read. To always get the last word like some tight self righteous ******* Ever forwards never backwards Beat at the heels and hooves of fools and ******** Like it matters, like it really ******* matters. All aboard for this adventure for this veritable adventure With the sick the sad mad sufferer's of dementia Although but barely over forty odd, In another dimension they could be god they could be god Or an invention of the media. All Innocence lost Think of the cost Think of the exorbitant financial cost For all those who could do good Inside they brood Inside my radioactive neighbourhood. Now feel remorse. Feel remorse for all the insects All the dead insects killed by my hand killed by my hand Still inconsolable indiscernible, trans-dimensionally faded Sick and jaded And all the ******** that I really really can't stand. Void of compassion Void of passion Tip back handing Hip with branding And a simple contractual understanding. Now come back into the fold Get on the path or face old Neptune's wrath Remember must Be kind to mammy Or face insurmountable tsunami With a tea spoon and damp dish cloth Use protection Buy the election Rich mans disease Poor mans affliction Dry your tear ducts Sick to the guts And as ever We have again eaten very strange meat products Unpronounceable indigestible Full with bile and virile hate The noun has won the noun has won. But hate is such a strong word To use against the truly truly absurd.

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Caught surprised We fall down ****** Whilst drinking with an anaesthetist So we sought the fat ventriloquist Sat down upon his greasy fist. He said: We have your measure By birth and by hat size Domestic displeasure Subvert and destabilize More bread and more butter Hold her nose and she swallows While Rome burns We toast marshmallows.

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Jul 21, 2014

Jul 21, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC

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Caught Surprised

Caught surprised We fall down ****** Whilst drinking with an anaesthetist So we sought the fat ventriloquist Sat down upon his greasy fist. He said: We have your measure By birth and by hat size Domestic displeasure Subvert and destabilize More bread and more butter Hold her nose and she swallows While Rome burns We toast marshmallows.

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All said and done, You are your mother’s daughter As I a father’s son. A drink to salve a swollen liver Sick with sentiment and guilt. Converse in stifled hushed tones Clear condensation from the windowpane, For tears, for rain on smeared glass We travel second class by train From the big grey city. Passengers chatting loud Pass under cloud shrouded mountains Passing over swollen rivers, Thick with sediment and silt. Picturesque villages. Washing hanging wet on the line. We share wine. Ah mores the pity (or less), We alight into a light breeze, Holding hands, Forgiveness. It rains and the sun shines down Through rainbows and summer trees Fly’s buzz, birds sing, The sweet scent of flora, ferns and everything is fine. Everything is fine. Caledonian pine.

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Jul 21, 2014

Jul 21, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC

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All said and done, You are your mother’s daughter As I a father’s son. A drink to salve a swollen liver Sick with sentiment and guilt. Converse in stifled hushed tones Clear condensation from the windowpane, For tears, for rain on smeared glass We travel second class by train From the big grey city. Passengers chatting loud Pass under cloud shrouded mountains Passing over swollen rivers, Thick with sediment and silt. Picturesque villages. Washing hanging wet on the line. We share wine. Ah mores the pity (or less), We alight into a light breeze, Holding hands, Forgiveness. It rains and the sun shines down Through rainbows and summer trees Fly’s buzz, birds sing, The sweet scent of flora, ferns and everything is fine. Everything is fine. Caledonian pine.

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