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 Feb 2015 C H Watson
P for Poems
Don't let your dream die,
set your dreams and your goals high.
if you failed in the end,
there's always time to amend.
Never give in,
because life's best is within.
forget all the people that come and go,
forget all of them that always said no.
your time to prove em wrong,
your time to be strong.
So pass the test's with a smile,
itl be worth while.
inspirational#
 Feb 2015 C H Watson
P for Poems
All these people who wanna die,
always questioning themselves and wondering why.
Don't be affected,
don't be infected.
ignore those that fill your head,
just smile your brightest instead.
Once you die you die,
once you die it's bye- bye
No chances once your gone,
it's no game where you re-spawn.
so lift your head,
and take the chances ahead.
it may be bad for a while,
but it's worth while.
better then being dead,
so live instead.
You can't safely have a cigarette outside of the bus terminal
without a couple of folk asking for one.
You can't safely have a cigarette in general.
But, if five of them have to last you a night and a sunrise,
you don't really mind turning down a few nameless hands.
Some of the bus drivers like to talk about football, weather;
others complain about management or the patrons;
a few don't say much at all, avoiding sympathy.
They're probably the smart ones.
They don't want to learn the sad stories in between stops.
I usually like to just sit in the back and ride out the best bumps.
The handrails jiggle and crash with every pothole.
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The men who work at the metal scrap yard
usually get on in front of Debbie's Diner on 22nd street.
Bundled up for warmth and firm of face, they only speak to each other.
Small talk about who almost missed the bus, broken crane joints,
and who moved the most barrels of copper piping fill the blocks.
They tend to pick on the guy who runs the aluminum can crusher;
big guy, they call him "Boose" and he couldn't be much older than I am.
His hands and lips are dry and cracked from exposure,
but his face still shows ember of teenage years, though jilted.
There is a bar that serves three-dollar chili across the street, spicy.
The workers go there when they miss the first bus, have a beer,
down a bowl of boiling chili, and catch the return bus in better moods.
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The railroads on Brush College road tend to hold up traffic.
The ADM plant doesn't really mind if a few twenty-something mothers
are late to their practical nursing and phlebotomy classes,
but they voice their complaints out of a cracked window to the side
of a ten story soybean silo nonetheless; steaming ears and all.
I stare at the graffiti on the laggard train cars, each unique
in color, quality, style, and message; the industrial Louvre.
These waits sometimes last a half hour or more.
In the days before Pell grant rewards come in,
when students still feel like they're working toward tangible cash,
the seats are all packed with heavy breathers.
The air becomes thick with community college carbon coughs.
tlp
 Jan 2015 C H Watson
Just Melz
Too many times
I've been pushed aside
     On the back burner
My whole **** life
         But I wanna be the fire
   That lights your soul
I want a raging, blazing
         Inferno
      Sparking flames
Making changes
        In the chemistry
   A little oxygen
       So I can breathe
A lot of hydrogen
     So you can believe
We're floating on air
        Particles you can't see
      Like love
It's a mystery
            A theory
   Of who's meant to be
And who's left suffering
         That's destiny
     I'm creating
Breaking
     Changing the flames
   Into ashes
And graves
      With no names
Just broken hearts
          On tombstones
     And no chance
*To restart
 Jan 2015 C H Watson
Just Melz
There's nothing I'd like more
Than to just be happy
I don't even know anymore
 Jan 2015 C H Watson
Jan Harak
I was the one
with the world at my feet
one wrong step
it slipped away from me

I was falling
all the way down
deep into mud
and there I got stuck

I call friends to help me
but nobody cared
their hearts were so empty
they were glad I was there

The world needs some
people down there
someone to laugh at
someone to hate

It takes a long road
to get out of there
and there are shortcuts
to get you right back

Dear survivor
reading this note
I know you have problems
help is on the way.
What it is and where it stops nobody knows
You gave me a life I never chose
I wanna leave but the world won't let me go
Wanna leave but the world won't let me go
Metric - "Blindness"
http://youtu.be/2rfjVUT6jfY
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