Scott Hamsun

Scott Hamsun Mar 2017

If you are reading this you've already found the red house.  Now the instructions I am about to give you will not always be clear, and my reasoning may not be sound to your feeble mind, but this is for you, this is what you wanted.

Go out the back door, to your left there will be a gilded compass, take it, and do not let go of it, but whatever you do don't follow it, and if it tries to speak to you, never respond.  To the East you will see the distant fjords and perhaps some stars above it. (Do not look to long at the stars or they may come and sweep you away, as they do not applaud staring eyes.) Don't bother looking to the East. And never look south it will only bring upon you the temptation to go back.

Go now. Walk North into the forest. Many people enter this forest, few come out, but then again, few have me to guide them.  Do not feel a lack of companionship the flowers can speak and you are free to talk with them, just don't speak to the morning glories. Follow the path, past the hollow trees where fairies build homes, across the inexplicably well maintained bridges over streams. Until you reach a small tree, so twisted and contorted it seems it cannot be real, but it is. Look for the next page there.

#prose

Scott Hamsun Mar 2017

Wanted

Are you overweight? Do people tell you how much to drink?
Are you a little shorter than you'd like? Are you under-educated?
Are you completely unbearable to be around? Do you demand social justice?
Are you a full blooded Obama supporter? Do you skip church every third Sunday?
Do you crave intimacy with someone?
If you fit the above description, please call:
1-800-KCAJ-219932
Code word is: Buck's Row.

Scott Hamsun Mar 2017

John Thompson

Here lies John Thompson,
Dead from a plane,
That flew from Spain,
It was part of the Icelandic game,
To teach kids about the brain,
And how easy it can feel pain,
The program proved pretty lame,
No ones to blame,
For Johns leftover stain,
But it was in vain,
The kids wanted trains,
The kids are still ignorant.
R.I.P.

Scott Hamsun Mar 2017

For All You Fascists

If this was part of Hitlers game,
Why then do we make the claim,
That it helps women and Jews the same,
But Its really just another name,
For Evil.

Pointed sticks that face the sun,
Stolen homicidal guns,
Evil men that stand there stunned,
Even though they wanna run,
Its futile.

Guns that fire, guns that stun,
Apparently are fit for none,
Believing them seems pretty dumb,
They've shown how they are human ****,
They're insane.

In my pocket, digging around,
Looking for every last dollar and pound,
When your not happy with what you've found,
Its time for you to send the hound,
You thieves!

But those who say "power to you",
Are accused of the things they would never do,
Attacked and burned for every break through,
Punched for wanting a better view,
You are the problem.

Protested for wanting to free you all,
Beat up for wanting a freedom call,
They say freedom is a right to all,
But the others they make their stories tall,
And I say that's not fascism, its Tuesday.

I wrote this before the word was overused by leftists

#freedom #america #liberty #fascism #trump #antifaisscum #trumptrain

Mar 2017

Joseph Mart

Now? No later.

I sit at my desk,
I stare with astonishing grotesk,
An assignment was due but who knew?
Certainly not me for I had been dreaming,
I was enveloped in my own little fantasy,
This fantasy was fascinatingly fantastic,
It certainly was of the best for it included dragons and magic.
Soon the dragons faded and the magic was dwindling,
They were leaving me behind because they were leaving my mind.

Mar 2017

Joseph Mart

A Worth while adventure

It all started off so sudden,
Just with little chats that is,
But soon those chats turned into long nights,
Staying awake with purpose for some may grow tiring,
Showing such commitment for some must be unpleasant,
However for me the nights grew shorter and I experienced enjoyment.
The days were long and happy,
But you see happiness never lasts forever,
As soon a disagreement was remembered,
There was no need to quarrel though since soon it was dismembered,
The happiness returned and all grew calm once more.
There it was again..a problem,
She said she couldn't see the future.
At first I shed a tear,
While having to admit I had sinned in fear.
Having lost it all,
Alone for a period of days letting out a "small shriek",
The sadness settled in and I had gotten weak.
Things spiraled out of control,
Before I knew it I was begging for her back,
I don't know why she took me up again,
All that is for certain was simply not to complain.
It all started over from the start it seemed,
The nights grew short again for quite awhile this time,
Alas as you can probably guess it did not last,
The nights were getting colder without her by my side,
After all the rules and regulations did not coincide.
We were drifting apart,
If only we could both feel that she was my artificial heart,
Even now I do not know if she understood my motives,
Or the role she played in keeping me together with emotion.
All though now we barely talk and reside in different plains,
I hope she'll realize that in my soul she will remain.

Mar 2017

Joseph Mart

Change

At first the sands flow smoothly,
They go passing by,
You innocent young devil,
Knowing not how lucky you are to thrive,
Soon you will grow older and begin to whine,
The sands will stop passing by so smoothly,
They will whip about and bite,
for as you have grown older,
Developing the idea how to fight,
The struggles gotten stronger as you push back against the wind,
Soon the hourglass will break and the sands will be released,
Scattered across oblivion no one will remember how they were pleased.