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Feb 2017 · 573
The Church
Scott Hamsun Feb 2017
If you see me on the steps,
of the tattered old church,
perhaps I have made a little progress.
Dunwich is a tough place to live,
but the folklore is rich.
In fact, if indeed I am sitting along the steps,
I would be right near a witch and a vampire,
a few ghosts,
and a revival of my spirit.
Feb 2017 · 198
3 AM.
Scott Hamsun Feb 2017
I've got five songs in my head that just wont come out.
My book is kinda a bore,
but who am I to pout.
Its just kind of frustrating,
to sense some potential.
In fact its a little degrading.
The light of the radio seems to be fading.
It's not my only light,
but it is much more invading.
My guitar is too loud for this time.
I can't wait to have my own house,
but I'm just too stagnant its a real tough climb.
I've got too many aspirations.
I have no starting line.
All I know is there are six or seven.
Feb 2017 · 816
The Coyote
Scott Hamsun Feb 2017
If we were all such clowns we would actually understand,
that when fear is suppressed and called hate, is when war is disposed of.
Oh how ignorant of you to blame the Coyote,
who gave you life, and brought all opportunities to you.
The hierarchy should be based on trust... this is something that the Coyote knows.
I think you know.
As you scream in the wilderness, all profanities man has known.
Dare I say you care too much.(?)
About not caring?        perhaps?
It is just so strong, how could it possibly be hate alone?
no root of any tree, (evil or good,) can grow so deep alone.
Yet your hate sits there solitary in your mind.
And you...you don't mind
The Coyote takes criticism to heart,
but it means nothing. he simply uses it against you.
Of course he would rather be a wolf, but what good is it to remind him of his big ears and short tail.
Especially when you lack any emotional balance.
He might seem weak,
but we can all ride on the Coyotes back.
Feb 2017 · 218
Composition of the Brain
Scott Hamsun Feb 2017
The cobblestone pathway leads to a river,
the blue water somehow runs clear.
The pathway goes on through the steepening slopes,
and the crystal caves come into sight.
I see wild flowers among the high pines,
and step on to the gold satin sand.
We dove underwater and soon we discovered,
that beneath the clear wave we could still breath.
Feb 2017 · 597
Dirt and Dirt Alone
Scott Hamsun Feb 2017
People are walking down the street,
during the final apocalypse ,
radios on their big feet,
the jails are empty and all stripped,
and Micheal Moore might call it,
republicans old warship.
It's all our fault we built a world on ideas of ownership.

As the world sat there dying,
the remorseful dragon was bled,
and the leaches are all crying,
their brothers are all dead,
and I know though my silver spoon shines,
in the moonlight it turns to lead,
I sat there on the mountaintop and watched tom thumb break his leg.

The popular trend is collapsing,
the pirates are heroes too,
the tree now is alive and clapping,
what were once lies are now all true,
but ages pass and still we know ,
that every day is just a clue,
I ran across the border along with Napoleons entire crew.

The glass coffin it has a leak,
snow white is looking for love,
but all that people want is a peak,
and all she gets is mud,
behind her sunken eyes we can see,
a dam that will soon flood,
she kept it hidden long enough to water every shrub.

Everyone you knew has been abandoned,
They didn't last long on their own,
the prizes they always branded,
are gone its like they never were owned,
and even when the memory returns,
they'll just be a name on a stone.
And the people worth more than others are now just dirt and dirt alone.

Gandhi was walking his rat,
and he handed him a flower,
he said there you go Mr. diplomat,
but don't get drunk with the power,
and even with all of the things he yelled ,
the rat jumped off of the tower.
And we are now left to determine what to do in our last hour.

The ****** was again, alone,
with the memories of his father,
who was famous for many different tones,
he played while on his swather,
and he knows deep down he killed his pa,
there no excuse for hes a doctor,
and know he has to be punished so he kidnapped his own toddler.

The sideshows are all empty,
the freaks have all gone home,
the first to die are the the yetis,
the first to live are made from foam,
we remember this but forget the rest,
if we must we will build catacombs,
but be careful if you don't comply with them they'll take you up into their domes.
Feb 2017 · 10.3k
Foreign Perception of America
Scott Hamsun Feb 2017
Grab your pitchforks run him outta town,
only because his skin is brown.
If he knocks on the door don't let him in,
only because he lacks white skin.
Punch his face with a bang and a whack
only because his skin is black.
Pull out your gun shoot him in the head,
only because he grows his dreads.
Lock him in jail for nothing bad,
call him a loser and a deadbeat dad.

If you don't think you've gone too far,
you're wrong, your soul's as black as coal tar.
Feb 2017 · 284
The Baby
Scott Hamsun Feb 2017
I went to the docks today.
To get there I had to walk along that lonely prism we all pretend to nurture.
That is where I met that girl,
I did not know her,
until I asked her to marry me.
She said "yes, but first follow me."
We went to the run down wooden side of the dock.
A baby laid there,
and innocent baby child, with its own personality and humanity.
she sat it up....
And kicked it,
so hard in the chest that I think I felt it,
and of all times for her to tell me,
THIS is the moment she reveals that she has been cheating on me.
With four phantoms that she stole from the forest, and mended with her tears.
I felt her words stab me in the the chest,
I had no other thought but to run,
I guess I must have said something in my rage.
I ran through the woods,
yelling curse words I had not learned yet,
I ran with my eyes closed,
I ran on my hands,
backwards,
and on my knees.
Until I ran into the hills,
I couldn't run up them so I crafted a shovel to dig through them.
It was hard work.
But then, I realized.
Why run?
Washington did not run.
Napoleon Bonaparte did not run.
Mussolini Did. Not. Run.
So I turned around and went to the store.
I bought a Knife.
I found the woman,
and stabbed her till she was dead and back again.
and then once we hugged away our sorrow and differences.
I went home and laid in bed.
It was then that I remembered the baby,
and my soul broke.
We have all forgotten the baby.
Feb 2017 · 763
This is Not a Poem
Scott Hamsun Feb 2017
This is no poem,
(Because a poem must be written by a Poet.)
I don't have to tell you that,
You can see it quite clearly,
What I write is ugly,
If my words were alive they would be real trolls,
I don't know...At  least I know what I'm talking about,
That's more than I can say for most of you self proclaimed "poets."
And by the way, who said you could call yourselves that?
Feb 2017 · 650
Life on the Moon(?)
Scott Hamsun Feb 2017
How warm is the moon?
Can it sustain life?
It's like a natural balloon,
so be careful with your knife.
He's a funny little guy, that man up there.
I feel very bad some days, he seems lonesome.
At one point I was told he had a rabbit or a bear,
But it seems that they can't even fix his glum.
I don't know what to tell him,
I don't even know if I can,
But if I find a way to reach the rim,
I think I'd tell, him we'd all want that land.
Feb 2017 · 684
Taxes
Scott Hamsun Feb 2017
I woke up in the morning, My cat was reading Twain,
I tugged his tail so hard, It yanked his little brain.

My Father walks down the stairs yelling "revolution on the rise."
And I know he really meant it, I could see it in his eyes.

I said: "whoa whoa pops what's up with you? You're actin' slightly mad,"
He said: "well son, here we go I'll tell whats got me sad.

Yesterday the mail came and I saw a ***** word,
It said, taxes are coming soon, You'd better hire a new nerd.

So I walked down to the town hall with this witchcraft in my fist,
they said well sir you gotta wait in line, and then marked me on a blacklist.

So I got on a bus back home, for to find a new kazoo,
and then an animal walked on and said 'son wanna hold my shoe?'

I said no way man you got a filthy disease,
You look like a racoon and you smell like rotten cheese.

Then It said hold me to sooth me ease the pain of life
And I guess I did, next thing I knew it was the end of Saturday night.

I said oh no my taxes are due I gotta find a nerd,
I saw one eating spaghetti with the cat and a purple bird.

I walked over stylishly and then in one swoop I stole the nerd,
then I kissed the cat, broke my back and ate that little bird.

Yes I loaded up my harpoon, with a fistful of grapes,
And I got ready to fire for to make my great escape.

I shoot them at my enemies, and let them pop in their face,
Then mama came, took my '**** and put me in my place.

Yelling: 'Oh Joy, Oh Joy I found my car, now lets go take the bus',
I said Lets go my dear, Its time for us to float like living dust.

Then the Medicine man Comes in with a skull on his cane.
Then he Hits mama so hard she began to go insane.

It was just then we got home so I left her on the bus,
Next time I'll just take the train, at least its color ain't like pus."
Feb 2017 · 388
Reap Where you Sow
Scott Hamsun Feb 2017
A long time ago, before the days of Henry VIII, There was a young farmer.
Dryden had inherited his land from his recently passed father.
It was a luxurious plot, the greatest and largest around.
There was however, Dryden noticed:
A large area of land his father never used.
Time passed and eventually Dryden decided he would begin to farm that land.
When he arrived at the small plot, he realized it was perfect farmland.
The soil was perfect , sunlight was plentiful but the dirt remained moist.

     Dryden began to sow the seeds he had brought.
It was strenuous and demanding work.
Dryden worked for seven hours and finished right in time to leave before the sun went down.
When he turned to look at his work however, Dryden saw a campfire, burning brightly.
Dryden approached slowly, when he got to the fire, to his shock, there was a small Devil sitting in it.
It was Blood red with grey cloudy eyes, the feet of a goat and arms the size of a baby's.
At the sight of Dryden it began to do a dance. It was repulsive.
"What is your business here?"
Dryden asked in a brave demanding tone.
The creature began to cackle.
It said this:
"This land is full of potential, this land will bare much treasure. You will give me half of all that you grow on this land this year, I have no use for money, but the fruits I desire"
Intimidated, Dryden could find no way out of the deal, but then a thought came to his head.
He said:
"Fine you may have half of what is grown here. To make it even I will take what grows under the ground and you may take what is above ground"
The devil agreed and went away in a wicked manner.

    Dryden however knew this season was for beets not the corn.
The devil was not all knowing, so he did not know this.
When the time came to harvest, the devil returned.
While Dryden loaded is basket with beets to sell.
The little devil was empty handed, save for a couple wild berries.
The devil was furious, and called over Dryden.
He said:
"You tricky man, how dare you. This time I will take what is below ground."
Dryden agreed.

     Of course this time the corn sprouted, and when the devil returned he saw this.
Dryden approached and said:
"There you go Little Devil, You've gotten what you wanted, regardless of what you desired. Go now, do not come back."
The devil was upset at himself for its lack of knowledge about farming and left Dryden and his land alone for the rest of his life.
Scott Hamsun Feb 2017
I always carry in my pocket a string.
And tied to that string there is a watch,
I like to dangle it above the Funny little creature named sorrow.

Around my neck I keep a chain,
with little picture of family on it.
And I use it to mess with that little gremlin called hate.

I carry also just a small picture,
of some lady I'll never know.
I fold it into an airplane and let that wily lust chase it.

I carry a harmonica in my jacket,
even though I am not skilled.
And use it to SCREECH at that savage beast known as my aspirations.

Pinned to my shirt,
I carry a pin from HRC.
And poke that slithering thing called honesty.

Taped to my boot,
I carry a miniature tombstone.
And let the amphibian called friendship chew on it.

And In another pocket,
I have a flashlight.
And I always shine it right in the eyes of that squirming thing called fear.

I also to carry a Quran,
And use it quite consistently,
to silence love, and teach true hate.

Finally in my back pocket,
I have a the communist manifesto,
And I beat Trust and freedom to near death.
Feb 2017 · 578
A Song For Miss Aksnes
Scott Hamsun Feb 2017
When I'm feeling broken, beat up or put down,
sad, lonely and had my soul tossed around.
I'm heartened to know I look up to see,
the same sky that you've placed your dreams.
You taught me lessons I know were true,
and made me feel so very close to you.
What you wrote touched me in a high degree,
I never realized what was lacking inside of me.
You taught me to sing of love not hate,
helped me to understand a child's loving state.
And I truly believe you, when you said,
You'd rather see earth from in a child's head.
You helped me float in my own fairy tale,
though I lived among people who lived life very stale.
So thank you little miss Aksnes, I love you in a way,
I don't know how to say it but you've molded my heart like clay.

And though we haven't been here long,
You have so much wisdom within your songs.
This earth needs you its always crying,
Its just been born, but its in danger of dying.
The words you wrote has made me think,
this language I write can be more than just ink.
I listen to you, and I picture valleys,
Even if I'm walking through run down alleys.


The fun I saw you having since day one,
made me for the first time realize, emotion can be sung.
You must have fallen down from the sky,
they don't talk about the star girl, and I don't know why.
And when I feel like crying because the world's in rough shape,
I know you'll be there to help me escape.

Your home is about one million miles from mine,
I think perhaps its helps your beautiful rhymes.
You took me to lands that do not exist,
but somehow turned my world into their wish.
Because of you I reflected,
on the side of me I'd rejected.
What you mean to me just cant be said,
I'm trying real hard but before I finish I'll be dead.
Feb 2017 · 1.4k
Corn Daze In a Radish Maze
Scott Hamsun Feb 2017
I was walking along the brook,
landed in one of them corn mazes from the books.
I started running,
started funning,
'till I gone and ran into a corn stalk,
I hit it so hard I forgot how to talk,
I could barely walk.
It don't matter,
just started going faster.
Well I found my way to the end,
but across the field I saw a radish bend.
Ah well, I guess its the weekend,
and Id rather run the radishes than come to an end.
And I ran,
oh yes I ran.
I ran here,
I ran there,
in the sky,
nearly trampled a guy...

Yeah he was yellin',
at me,
I said whats up.
And then he says this, he says:
I own these here radishes,
Go on ***, get outta mah FaRm.
Then, I dunno, I guess I was just really cool,
I was able to convince him, that this here, was my farm.
And that's the story of my farm.
Feb 2017 · 282
Sonnet 02
Scott Hamsun Feb 2017
The sun moves through the sky so quickly,
and you sit there and look, while the moon rises swiftly.
But the friend of the Gods, still can't call on the rain.
He cannot do a thing he couldn't even destroy young Cain.
A gun in the hand of a one eyed man,
destroys any dreams of the half minded lamb.
Removing so many of the mice you called men,
destroying the oath made from the princes demand.
Killing the things that desire only life,
to dress the rich men in clothes from the sacrificed.
Why evil men? Do you know what you've lost?
The trust of the people. Has this ever been worth the cost?
Luckily, this is all that's been told, we have to write the story.
We'll write it alone, correctly for us, write it in gold, and write our glory.
Jan 2017 · 367
Our Moral Senses
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
Walking on the water, running away,
from the golden calf that you built today.

Cannot sleep at night cause your sharing a bed,
while you spider conscience dies in its own web.

Things don't change, you know its not true,
the only thing that stays the same is hidden in you.

You seek out treasure and surely will find,
a treasure chest of truth buried underneath lies.

You seek out freedom cause its not in his eyes,
but its so far away is it worth your demise?

Wolves jumping up sprouting their wings,
and your on the ground thinking through things.

A golden horse approaches and asked for a ride,
you said hop on, and where do we fly.

We learn to walk on frozen toes,
but you cant learn any flowers except a rose.
Jan 2017 · 705
Sailing Through the Mind
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
This small ocean side where we'd run play and hide is slowly becoming alone.
I wish I could go back and see all my friends the sailboats are calling me home.

Ive cherished the hours my tree skin and flowers,
the worldwide stage show makes me whole,
never did I think Id leave all the lights on under the sun-shining nights.

On a cold springtime night keeping eyes on the sight,
the bridge has been lit up again,
I stood in my tower for more than an hour ,
with a friend who would soon leave my side.

The cold winter nights and the hot Christmas lights,
The bugs that fly through the air.
the pallet is made with the games we had played on that frozen lake on the saddest days of the new year.

The leaves started falling and fish started flying ,
I always remember that day,
the corn maze is new and the pumpkins are strewn,
and there in the leaves I could stay.
Jan 2017 · 925
Sonnet 01
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
My statement is only that you respect
those Gypsies that gave you comfort,
because God only knows what a silly wreck
this has been, to allow them to deport.
Where was justice back yesterday?
Why did you not move or act?
Was it because you had not any dismay,
or because you don't know the facts?
How ***** nilly can a person be
before they are abandoned completely
and left alone to become a dream,
but remain, in a pretend treaty.
     by reality, (bye intellect) and by themselves?
     It doesn't really matter they always seem to sell.
Jan 2017 · 560
Children
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
Mother is feeling like dirt again,
I have to do something to please her.
Maybe scream?
maybe cry?
poke my brother in the eye?
Whatever the case shes feeling hurt again,
I have to make my act a little cleaner.
I will have to poke my brothers eye,
that will fix mothers sad, teary cry,
but where's my brother?
where is he?
I need him soon, no wait...I need him instantly.
Maybe he's here,
maybe he's there,
maybe he's cutting off sisters hair.
I guess the cat will have to do,
But I can't hurt him he's to cute,
so I'll just get ma some flowers.
Jan 2017 · 299
Return to Earth
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
I spent a long lonely year exactly where I wanted to be,
I'm not sure where, but It was out upon a cold black sea,
I let my emotions run so far I thought they would fall of the earth,
but to my intrigue they didn't, and I was able to continue my search.
How far I traveled I have no idea, how long I was a away I'll never know,
But on my vessel I found a friend, he could be famous now in a sideshow.
I don't remember how I got back...I don't remember if I got back,
but something inside me changed, my heart's now a lighter shade of black.

But know its time, time to return, because I cannot lie to myself anymore,
I spent many days looking at my old home even if it was just a distant star.
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
Before Noah left the house,
he fed his pet cat and mouse,
he looked in front of his feet for bugs,
so as not to **** any little beetles or slugs.

     Noah was a zookeeper who loved animals with a love that was more than love.
He got to work that Monday, and at first it was like any other day.
At about noon, Noah's boss, and a young rough looking man came into sight,
Noah was told he had to train the young man, No longer like any other day, but not unusual.

     At four O-clock, it was time to feed some of the animals, Noah showed the new worker what to do for the different animals.
When It came time for the Lizards, things took a slight turn for the odd.  The new guy loved putting the bugs in the cages for the lizards and snakes, He loved it a lot, with an almost disturbing sort of enjoyment, he continued to feed the reptiles, before turning to Noah and saying, "is there anything bigger to feed them?"
Well It did so happen that the larger snakes ate mice, and this information was told to the new employee, with an excited grin he continued until it was time for the large serpents to be fed.

      Noah brought out a large glass box, in it were 14 beautiful, silky, white as milk, mice, with eyes the size and color of ladybugs.
The new worker sprang over to the crate and snatched up (rather violently) one of the mice.
He hurled it into the snakes pit, the snake, (which was a python) didn't move.
The trainee, (To the astonishment and disgust of Noah, But he was too shocked and even a bit too intrigued to do anything.) reached in his hand, and yanked the snakes tail, endangering himself just to see a mouse be killed. what happened next was exactly what you would expect, the snake devoured the mouse and the new employee smirked.

     Noah was so shocked by this display he quit at the end of that night, and never came back out of fear for seeing the young man again.
I think none of us have ever been witness to such a bizarre display,
sadly this is not an unusual display.
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
Its closing hour at the harbor,
I didn't see any whales today,
perhaps I would have, If I looked harder.
If I could, I really would like to stay.

But its to hard to sneak past the guards,
and whales don't like the moon,
so I'd rather lay back to see the stars,
than sit inside a quiet cocoon.

Beneath the willows of the sea,
the quiet beast still sings,
a lonely semi-silent decree,
of all his deadly loving kings.

For nothing comes with the first stride,
and everyone who was, is still alone,
now, if there was still a place to hide,
It would be full of all the wind that you've thrown.

Lost behind the folds of time,
the lies that were always called truth,
are gone because you realized ,
no wisdom is given with youth.
Jan 2017 · 160
Sonnet #0.9
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
Oh how the moon cries for mercy,
And we humans for controversy,
The ocean for a sneak peek,
And a small dog for a treat,
And here I sit very patiently,
Waiting for the end of the world,
Laying in a blatant swirl,
Its gone, its behind us ,
Just look back you'll see it twirl,
And the red earths getting dusty,
And my eyesight's getting kinda fuzzy,
And it ain't because I'm getting old,
But it is all in good fun,
The earth has barley even spun.
Jan 2017 · 125
The Urge for Combat
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
Never Have I wanted enemies no much,
Or treasured them so dearly,
Its always been me against societies bunch,
and I would feel very bad to be praised even sincerely.

Never have I kept so close to my heart,
those who wish to smear me,
Even fans of modern art,
Hate to even hear me.
Jan 2017 · 664
My Philosophy of love
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
Few of us have ever really fallen in love,
But we all claim to have loved,
Its because we are so in love with the idea of falling in love,
That we forget it is a once in a lifetime gift from above.
Jan 2017 · 1.0k
The Dust of Empathy
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
This is a story from very long ago,
I suppose some might remember it from their own reminiscing,
but I learned it from my Pa.
It goes like this.

There was a man named Anthony,
he was married to a younger woman,
Sophia.
The two had tied the knot one year prior,
In 1931.
Anthony knew not to fully trust Sophia,
(although he himself was not a man of great moral character)
because she was never loyal to a soul.
It was systematic,
even if she loved who she was with,
even if she had everything to gain,
she found a way to justify infidelity.
Anthony did not know about all her scandals,
just enough of them to keep his eyes peeled.

The two of them had owned a tobacco farm,
In the middle of Oklahoma,
I do suppose it was Anthony's in reality,
But I would guess if a couple shares a bed,
and a home,
and their money,
the farm is also in joint custody.

This was not just a farm,
It was the heart of the town,
pumping out a vital product in all directions,
It was the only thriving business around,
I suppose because it feeds an addiction,
it was a tough time,
even from farmers,
but dust does not hurt Tobacco plants.

The time came around however,
when a successful business owner came to town.
He was asking what was making the money in this village,
Anthony and Sophia's hands were always raised,
in preparation for this question,
they had enough pride to fit twice inside of a musician.
The man asked to buy their property,
along with the plantation and all the workers.
the money offered was somewhere between,
one hundred and fifty thousand,
and,
three hundred thousand,
the exact number has been lost with age.
Whatever the case, It impressed the couple,
who proceeded to sell,
and buy a small house in the town.

What hasn't been told to you is that Anthony's father was gravely ill,
Anthony promised if he ever ran into money,
he would pay for better care for his beloved father.
When Anthony Remembered this promise, he wrote his father.
Sophia, did not like this,
the fortune was theirs, and not for some sick man,
with only half the life,
(if he got better)
that they had.

Even with her tricky seductive ways,
she could not convince him to keep the money,
Anthony wanted to give the whole of their new fortune to his father.
Anthony saw the rage of the devil in her eyes,
and every day she blocked him,
the monster within her had come alive,
roaring with anger, and retaliation to nobility,
which caused his inner beast to stir.
It never awoke,
but turned his empathy to dust.

They always tell of how small the sum of money Anthony sent was,
but maybe its more important to count what he did not send,
whatever the case was, his father could do nothing with it,
it was not enough to pay for better care,
just more of his original care.

Anthony and Sophia,
dressed in the most stylish clothes,
and wearing the most elegant jewelry,
soon went to visit his Anthony's parents,
when they walked in,
there were typical greetings,
just what you would expect from semi-estranged family members.

When however,
Anthony's mother took a hard look at the two of them,
she cried, and hit them,
cursing them for wasting their money and lying,
(for Anthony told his parents he didn't have enough money,
and that he gave what he had to his father.)

She told them to begone,
and that they could not have cared,
because they could not be bothered to give any more money,
Anthony left the house and Sophia trailed behind him.

On their way back to where they parked the ford,
Anthony and Sophia were struck down by a car.
they were killed instantly,
and the police came to claim their bodies.

That was the plight of a young couple not many people know of anymore,
Why it ever became famous I don't even know,
perhaps it was the despicability of Sophia,
or the unknowing victimization of Anthony,
but it holds an important lesson,
and I'm glad to have told you about it.
Jan 2017 · 213
Removable like a President
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
There was a broken songbird in my basement,
Who would always yell, "I shall not sing until you fix my placement.
I want to be upstairs you stupid man".  
Well I had no retort other than "please just show me your wingspan".
Then at that point I suppose it remembered its wings,
and jumped out the window with a spring
to balance all its yang and ying,
and satisfy its urge to sing.

So I got a new bird,
I liked it more,
I taught him a few words,
only four,
and then he died,
prematurely...
Jan 2017 · 228
The Ring in the House
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
I lived in a house with seventeen doors,
two in the front,
and the rest were red.
A staircase led to one of the red ones in the front,
and underneath the floor of the red front door,
there was another carpet,
and it was also red.

Ive talked little about the staircases in my home,
of which there were eighty-seven,
but only two of them had any steps,
one had a small room under it
and spiders would plunder it,
It was always dark,
and that's where I found my ring,
when I found it however,
it was just a piece of metal,
I used my drill to shape it,
and I sold it,
and with the money I bought a house,
With twice as many staircases,
and doors four times Redder.
Jan 2017 · 152
Mythologies
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
All Mythologies seem to die
And now its mine versus yours,
Well I'm not going anywhere,
And I don't see you surrendering,
And when It all comes down to dust
We'll Have to fight for which we trust,
And though you are very practiced in that,
It's now that you can see,
There was only one mythology,
And it has been crushed.
Jan 2017 · 171
Media Absorption
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
Dinosaurs on the titanic,
On the television screen,
The script is gigantic,
What a beautiful scene.

The super heroes flying up high,
Living in their own dream,
And then they sigh,
And wonder if they'll ever be seen.
Jan 2017 · 1.1k
Why do we Keep Pets?
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
We love having pets because they are helpless enough to know us as masters,
But we are frightened because we know they can slip away and become their own masters,
Oh the treachery of power,
The deceit of glory,
For I know,
And even you know,
Deep down,
That to contain the energy of a small animal makes you no master,
It grants no power,
The real power lies in the ability to release something that can destroy you,
And to conquer the thing that has the capacity to devour you.
Jan 2017 · 150
The 21st Century Wish
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
We all pretend to like peace,
And pretend to love,
And I suppose we do,
Since we love having enemies so much,
But only if they are defeatable,
But I can tell you right now this is the real world,
Things do not work like they do in your contemporary bedtime stories You call literature ,
And anyway what is an enemy if it is no threat?
Certainly not frightening,
So I cannot grant your wish,
Since what you desire can't exist.
Jan 2017 · 187
My Demons Have Finally Come
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
I painted a demon and he painted ten more,
He showed me all thing things I hid away,
But that life is gone now,
The canvas is burned,
I could begin to repaint it,
But whats the point,
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
You can lead a horse to water,
But you cant make the water surrender.
Jan 2017 · 211
A Loving Muse
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
Last night I had a dream,
Before I went to sleep,
I dreamed I rested my head on your body,
And we talked,
You rested your head on my shoulder,
And we created art,
All I want to do now,
Is sing a song with you,
And that's what I got to do,
But that was just a dream, its time to go to sleep.
Jan 2017 · 963
Athena
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
Athena takes my hand,
And removes me from my village,
And the sky has opened wide,
For the gaze of love to find us,
And when she took me to her house,
I knew that it was pleasant,
She said, here you go, Ive taken,
All the things that made you certain,
And she gave her misfortune ,
To drain the group of rich men,
From their army camp of freedom,
And she took it all in one stride,
Yes, Athena lit a fire,
And shes woven a fine blanket,
And filled it with a child,
That she took away from heaven,
The crystal ball is glowing,
Even though it has stopped knowing,
and it tells of the secrets that we've kept beneath our candor,
forevermore...
Jan 2017 · 615
Impact
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
It crashed to the ground,
So hard it shook the planet,
It was heard around the world,
Cracked the earth and all its granite,
Which made a louder sound,
And The Jörmungandr curled.
A
B
C
B
A
C
Jan 2017 · 197
Visions that you Block
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
Now its just like a woman,
To turn of the lights when you need them,
Close the door in my face,
Though I know that you live careless in Eden.

And its just like a master,
To pull the strings of a toy puppet,
To pull of a heist,
Taking my heart and twisting it onto a compass.

And its just like a monster,
To take away a sense of possibility,
No sanctity for life,
And love is dead as anything in the cold red sea.
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
I was told I would be safe when we put down our guns,
But it seems to me like we **** people before they can run,
Its a disaster,
If you oppose you are shunned,
We act like we're the masters,
But even children have only one,
And how dare you think,
That any of your emotions are worth more than a life.
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
Always love yourself,
Your beauty is undeniable,
I couldn't imagine anyone else,
I love you with love itself,
No physical thing is viable.

No matter your weight, (stay how you are)
No matter your height,  (stay how you are)
No matter what people say,  (stay how you are)
No matter who you are,   (be yourself)
Always love yourself.  (as you are)

Oh...you aren't happy with your gender? (DO NOT stay how you are)
NO NO NO,
Unacceptable you must change if you feel this way. (Be someone else)
"Im a thin person In a fat persons body"
"dont say that just be yourself"
"Im also a woman in a mans body"
"Wow, I had no idea when will you begin the transition?"
Jan 2017 · 238
Abstinence
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
You ask why I don't trust you,
Well why would I? Just because you want me to?
You slept with me on our first date, what bond of trust can be formed?
You never abstained,
You never denied yourself,
The quenching of desire is not a human right,
Nobody would buy a used *** doll,
So consider yourself blessed that I've given you myself,
Even with knowing what you've partaken in.
Jan 2017 · 440
Granted
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
You are not a poet,
Just as I am not a poet,
But that does not mean we cannot write poetry,
Perhaps one day we will be named poets,
But just as we are not poets,
Whoever grants us that title also can't be a poet,
So all I can wish to do,
Is touch the hearts of my fellow title tossers.
Jan 2017 · 468
ACTivism
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
You say you want change,
You even go to protests, you say,
But as I look at your body of work ,
All you have to say is,
"I wasn't the one who broke those windows",
You don't do anything, you just yell among other yells,
Get over yourself, you aren't anybody,
Do something, don't say something,
Mr. nobody from nowhere,
The martyrs blood is worth so much more that the screamers spit,
Or even the writers ink,
You don't know art,
You don't act,
You just assume your overheard opinion is worth enough for us to listen.
Jan 2017 · 245
But He Said...
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
Please don't pretend you care,
About morals as if they always mattered,
You make a living of of vulgarity and one night stands,
And if not,
You at least support that life,
So why hold leaders to any morals shackles,
When you cut them of yourself before you could even walk?
Your high horse is a centaur.
Jan 2017 · 317
Sibwing Wivalwy
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
Your lack of intellect makes me scream,
Cry,
Pull out my hair,
Or maybe yours,
You are not like the Christ figure you pretend to admire,
You don't even care,
You have no desire,
And for an imbecile...
You are good at getting your way,
But you'll regret it,
Just not today.
Jan 2017 · 918
Hate Speech
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
Hate speech,
Exists to teach,
That to disagree is to hate,
But with no constitutional breach,
It can silence free speech and debate.

If you don't like me I apologize,
But that does not mean I'm unwise,
It does not mean I hate you,
But I will not stop just to give you wide eyes,
Hate speech just isn't true.
Jan 2017 · 9.0k
Michael Louviere
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
Michael Louviere was a man of the people,
Who held in his hand a book of the law,
And outside his belt a gun for his safety,
But never would he have used it for ******,
I'm told he helped many but never killed any,
But Sylvester Holt did not believe it,
He said the actions of one create a whole guilty people,
And he took the matters into his own  hands,
And killed poor young Michael for serving his people.


So I'm sorry young man, you been born with white skin,
In a world with the permissions to ****** and to maim,
But just to have freedom depends on your name,
But if you think its good I suppose ill let you,
Work for a cause that is just out to get you,
And keeping in line with the others before him,
Sylvester took the bait and the hook nearly gored him,
But the worm could've lived it was just his misfortune.


Sylvester laid down with a bullet in his chest,
And the gun in his hand had a burning hot barrel,
He assumed death was better than life and life only,
But in his last second he pulled out a small knife,
And cut in his gun small violent furrow,
It was then that he realized this all wasn't worth it,
He saw those two notches and handed himself in,
To a lifetime of no pain and and unwoken rest.
Jan 2017 · 610
LIbEral
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
For some reason it seems that the people who most often attack racism, intolerance and bigotry, always embody those exact words.
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
You will not long be remembered,
Not with the perspective you gave me.
But what you have done will forever affect history.

You've left the wire,
Like a man, fighting a fire,
I'm just glad,
That you got to be free.
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
The *****’s name,
Is the politician’s claim,
He only has to gain,
Until it can rain,
And slow down his train,
And land his airplane,
Its all just in vain,
They'll use you until they feel pain.
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