paul-thomas-galbally - Hello Poetry

I lie in a half prone position Waiting for the debate to end The start of the road to perdition Earlier I spoke to a friend She told me, she'd like me to see her When she's not feeling so low I don't know the right things to tell her It's cowardly of me, I know I brought her last night to the doctor Waiting an hour or two The nurses were calm and so kindly But I still don't know what I can do I told her be brave and be honest I touched her, the back of her neck She flinched cause she's been violated She whispers, a hushed, slienced wreck Do I help her because that I love her Or is it more selfish than that? Do I help her because I dream of her Alone with me inside my flat? The nighttime is getting much colder Autumn comes early this year Do I help her because that I love her? Or is it I can't stand her tears?

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Sep 26, 2016

Sep 26, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC

2.44 am

I lie in a half prone position Waiting for the debate to end The start of the road to perdition Earlier I spoke to a friend She told me, she'd like me to see her When she's not feeling so low I don't know the right things to tell her It's cowardly of me, I know I brought her last night to the doctor Waiting an hour or two The nurses were calm and so kindly But I still don't know what I can do I told her be brave and be honest I touched her, the back of her neck She flinched cause she's been violated She whispers, a hushed, slienced wreck Do I help her because that I love her Or is it more selfish than that? Do I help her because I dream of her Alone with me inside my flat? The nighttime is getting much colder Autumn comes early this year Do I help her because that I love her? Or is it I can't stand her tears?

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Where are you? And where is home? Are you with friends? Or all alone? I seek the Lord, to make him pray For happy endings, and brighter days No, oh no no, every day is a day I learn. I wait for you, beneath blue skies I tell myself that I don't mind When will it end, this appetite To ***** up things, I know are right? No, oh no no, every day is a day I learn And I'm not trying to say nothing I'm just kinda wondering, how you been If it's a game then it's hard to play If you could see me now, Oh what you'd say. No, oh no, every day is a day I learn. A ****** field, your house on fire The world is old, and full of liars And there you are, so here I go I don't know much, and don't it show No, oh no no, every day is a day I learn. And I'm not trying to say nothing I'm just kinda wondering, how you been If it's a game then it costs a lot to play If you could see me now, Oh what you'd say. No, oh no, every day is a day I learn. No, oh no, every day is a day I learn.

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Sep 2, 2016

Sep 2, 2016 at 4:11 AM UTC

Every Day is A Day I Learn

Where are you? And where is home? Are you with friends? Or all alone? I seek the Lord, to make him pray For happy endings, and brighter days No, oh no no, every day is a day I learn. I wait for you, beneath blue skies I tell myself that I don't mind When will it end, this appetite To ***** up things, I know are right? No, oh no no, every day is a day I learn And I'm not trying to say nothing I'm just kinda wondering, how you been If it's a game then it's hard to play If you could see me now, Oh what you'd say. No, oh no, every day is a day I learn. A ****** field, your house on fire The world is old, and full of liars And there you are, so here I go I don't know much, and don't it show No, oh no no, every day is a day I learn. And I'm not trying to say nothing I'm just kinda wondering, how you been If it's a game then it costs a lot to play If you could see me now, Oh what you'd say. No, oh no, every day is a day I learn. No, oh no, every day is a day I learn.

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I don't know why I go on anymore My head's on the pillow My brain's out the door Crazy man, cell block 3 0 19 Shouting out nonsense And blasphemy I look to the West and it's lately a storm I look to the West and it's lately a storm People, oh people, why do you cry? You see falling buildings You think we'll all die But look to your history The reasons the ryhmes Don't believe popular And current lies I look to the West and its lately a storm I look to the West and its lately a storm I don't trouble, no I don't want pain But I don't want religion, I think it's insane I don't believe scriptures I think it's all lies The truth's in the look In a new child's eyes I look to West and it's lately a storm I look to the west and it's lately a storm

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Aug 28, 2016

Aug 28, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC

I look to the West

I don't know why I go on anymore My head's on the pillow My brain's out the door Crazy man, cell block 3 0 19 Shouting out nonsense And blasphemy I look to the West and it's lately a storm I look to the West and it's lately a storm People, oh people, why do you cry? You see falling buildings You think we'll all die But look to your history The reasons the ryhmes Don't believe popular And current lies I look to the West and its lately a storm I look to the West and its lately a storm I don't trouble, no I don't want pain But I don't want religion, I think it's insane I don't believe scriptures I think it's all lies The truth's in the look In a new child's eyes I look to West and it's lately a storm I look to the west and it's lately a storm

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Once more Again From the Dark As the Sun Rises I Find Myself Alone but Surrounded Surrendered but Proud Shrouded in Hurt But Open in Heart This new Day Comes at Last To Warm my Cheeks And Ease my Heart Pain Fades As Hope Rises Perhaps this is as it Is Meant to Be I do not know I am only a Man But one looking at the Sun And not the Ground Muscles Relax Tensions Ease Resentments Fade Away In Truth is Hope Born God Bless the Rising Sun

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Aug 21, 2016

Aug 21, 2016 at 1:00 PM UTC

As the Sun Rises

Once more Again From the Dark As the Sun Rises I Find Myself Alone but Surrounded Surrendered but Proud Shrouded in Hurt But Open in Heart This new Day Comes at Last To Warm my Cheeks And Ease my Heart Pain Fades As Hope Rises Perhaps this is as it Is Meant to Be I do not know I am only a Man But one looking at the Sun And not the Ground Muscles Relax Tensions Ease Resentments Fade Away In Truth is Hope Born God Bless the Rising Sun

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As I fell upstairs last evening I don't know why, i couldn't Stand up straight, but I wasn't drunk I was crashing around, like the lost soul That I seem to have become A ghost who lives in between this life And an early grave Full of sorrow Full of pain An absence of dust in an un-aired room a shade against the lighted window at evening I only pay attention to My dreams now However mundane Or strange they are My life is too full of hurting to contemplate much What has become of me? I cannot say for I do not know Only that I am Bereft of hope And there are things worse than death I see others' living and despair That I will ever know such things Again.

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Dec 19, 2014

Dec 19, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC

As I fell upstairs

As I fell upstairs last evening I don't know why, i couldn't Stand up straight, but I wasn't drunk I was crashing around, like the lost soul That I seem to have become A ghost who lives in between this life And an early grave Full of sorrow Full of pain An absence of dust in an un-aired room a shade against the lighted window at evening I only pay attention to My dreams now However mundane Or strange they are My life is too full of hurting to contemplate much What has become of me? I cannot say for I do not know Only that I am Bereft of hope And there are things worse than death I see others' living and despair That I will ever know such things Again.

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I was standing on a rock In a barren place Waiting, for sleep Waiting for pity Praying for empathy Sleep is my best friend now Nightly slumber Eagery anticipated A few pages of a book To occupy a Troubled mind It takes me away From the barren place That is life In a moment Of pain, Longing

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Oct 22, 2014

Oct 22, 2014 at 11:02 AM UTC

Thime taken for sleep

I was standing on a rock In a barren place Waiting, for sleep Waiting for pity Praying for empathy Sleep is my best friend now Nightly slumber Eagery anticipated A few pages of a book To occupy a Troubled mind It takes me away From the barren place That is life In a moment Of pain, Longing

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As I sip my cappuchino in a bar In the north The heart of The North I think about the past Of how it has come to be Like this, tamed, no longer A place of conflict Just animosity So strange to me Ireland but not as I know it Strange flags fly On the roadside Of Batallions, And identities All strangers to me Then I see a tricolour To remind me This is Ireland too It's still home, but not Like my southern repose The other funny thing is I kinda like it here

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Sep 17, 2014

Sep 17, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC

In the North

As I sip my cappuchino in a bar In the north The heart of The North I think about the past Of how it has come to be Like this, tamed, no longer A place of conflict Just animosity So strange to me Ireland but not as I know it Strange flags fly On the roadside Of Batallions, And identities All strangers to me Then I see a tricolour To remind me This is Ireland too It's still home, but not Like my southern repose The other funny thing is I kinda like it here

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This is my street An old street, In an old Irish town The people come And then they go In the soft rain Of a short Irish summer When the mood is on me I let my feet walk And they always Seem to bring me here The cafe at the end of the street And sure, Where else would they go? Many is a time I had a hearty steak sandwich Or fishcakes with potatos Or just a coffee and scuffin To beat the cold outside And it's many the friend I found in there Aye, and lovers too. It's face is green and black Milanese style So the owners tell me With a striped green and white awning And simple tables and chairs And all the love in the world Music has been had there And poetry, and just craic Long Scrabble saturdays Taken very seriously We even bought the dictionary To stop the heated Word exchanges So I know most of the people There is always a smile Headed in my direction When I am blue It brings me to life Somewhat And needless to say The food is always good It is funny, how Friends and family Merge sometimes As happens In the cafe at the end of the street Where friends are family And family are friends They told me They are closing in September A loss like a family bereavement I can only hope that I find another place to go Or maybe a new street to live on Where I can Walk out my door, and feel Home

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Aug 30, 2014

Aug 30, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC

the cafe on my street

This is my street An old street, In an old Irish town The people come And then they go In the soft rain Of a short Irish summer When the mood is on me I let my feet walk And they always Seem to bring me here The cafe at the end of the street And sure, Where else would they go? Many is a time I had a hearty steak sandwich Or fishcakes with potatos Or just a coffee and scuffin To beat the cold outside And it's many the friend I found in there Aye, and lovers too. It's face is green and black Milanese style So the owners tell me With a striped green and white awning And simple tables and chairs And all the love in the world Music has been had there And poetry, and just craic Long Scrabble saturdays Taken very seriously We even bought the dictionary To stop the heated Word exchanges So I know most of the people There is always a smile Headed in my direction When I am blue It brings me to life Somewhat And needless to say The food is always good It is funny, how Friends and family Merge sometimes As happens In the cafe at the end of the street Where friends are family And family are friends They told me They are closing in September A loss like a family bereavement I can only hope that I find another place to go Or maybe a new street to live on Where I can Walk out my door, and feel Home

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Every morning As the Alarm clock Slowly brings The classical music Station on And I wake from Vivid dreams Of places I have never been Nor seen I drink my coffee and await My daily dispensation My script My Medication To help fight my Illnesses Allegedly at least That's what the medical People say And I never argue I don't know how But the walk The walk to the chemists It humiliates me Makes me feel like a criminal Or a ****** in need of a fix A poacher in search of a doe The walk in rain and shine It lessens me Step by step Until I recieve My daily dispensation And I walk those same steps back On old, old streets, with people In early morning fluster Creating a new day While mine as a hopless case is ending In a roundabout way And I bring my daily dispensation Home, and what happens then? All I know is that my hands stop Shivering And I am able to stand up And feel as a living person Every day, It is a tiresome thing Had I known Such pain was possible I should think I would have stayed in The womb

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Aug 19, 2014

Aug 19, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC

Daily Dispensation

Every morning As the Alarm clock Slowly brings The classical music Station on And I wake from Vivid dreams Of places I have never been Nor seen I drink my coffee and await My daily dispensation My script My Medication To help fight my Illnesses Allegedly at least That's what the medical People say And I never argue I don't know how But the walk The walk to the chemists It humiliates me Makes me feel like a criminal Or a ****** in need of a fix A poacher in search of a doe The walk in rain and shine It lessens me Step by step Until I recieve My daily dispensation And I walk those same steps back On old, old streets, with people In early morning fluster Creating a new day While mine as a hopless case is ending In a roundabout way And I bring my daily dispensation Home, and what happens then? All I know is that my hands stop Shivering And I am able to stand up And feel as a living person Every day, It is a tiresome thing Had I known Such pain was possible I should think I would have stayed in The womb

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Where, when How......... Do I regain Consolation Fom this Hurting The answers Will not Come I know And when I am consoled I will reread this Poem And remember

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Aug 13, 2014

Aug 13, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC

Solace

Where, when How......... Do I regain Consolation Fom this Hurting The answers Will not Come I know And when I am consoled I will reread this Poem And remember

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