#paraplegic - Hello Poetry

'The door’s locked I’m flying off the handle she fettered the grenade to my feet My heart’s catatonic and lips paraplegic I shut my eyes, turn back the clock and escape my sins' - Jack Frost

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Jun 29, 2018

Jun 29, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC

ola_bajo

Genesis

'The door’s locked I’m flying off the handle she fettered the grenade to my feet My heart’s catatonic and lips paraplegic I shut my eyes, turn back the clock and escape my sins' - Jack Frost

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As I sit here just chewing the cud Nights lost and debauched with my friend Richard Picking up that guitar as a kid from Cash Converters He left me for the sun down under with the students and the surfers E Minor through to a chord named A Sharp Strangling that neck with fingers that don’t know where to start I should have listened to Mr Hogarth for this career in its finest form Rocking out on stage wow that would have been a storm But it’s never too late to try and give it another go Read music they say but I wouldn’t know my **** from my elbow No, no, no, that’s not the attitude I’ll plug this thing and never give up as someday I’ll fill those smoky rooms I joined a band with 2 brothers and bassist of whom I did not know Mill Hill practice every Sunday just thought I’d give it a go But only one song and a commitment I could not keep it was always bound to fail I’ll carry on solo still looking on but really just chasing my own tail Work carried on as a plumber of which I never did really enjoy But it paid the bills A mortgage A van And a wedding on the horizon All in sight except for that unseen tree which nearly stopped me from ever rising Paraplegic is a word I had rarely ever used you’re a ******* a **** I had said once myself how dare I have used that abuse To be told you will never walk again is a shot that broke my heart Don’t let it get you down be strong and try for a brand new start The days go by at the start of this new journey The loss of once friends and to gain some new is now what must ground me A different perspective and a sharper humour has now unveiled Hello new world you won’t get me down just watch this beast unravel Taking the good with the bad and filtering through the ugly A different ship to now set sail, get ready for this could get choppy But as I say and always repeat, life goes on its just how you take it This second chance given to me a bit lower down, but still determined to make it, Hey Mr Wheelchair. JJB

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Jan 17, 2018

Jan 17, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC

john-bartholomew

Window Gazing

As I sit here just chewing the cud Nights lost and debauched with my friend Richard Picking up that guitar as a kid from Cash Converters He left me for the sun down under with the students and the surfers E Minor through to a chord named A Sharp Strangling that neck with fingers that don’t know where to start I should have listened to Mr Hogarth for this career in its finest form Rocking out on stage wow that would have been a storm But it’s never too late to try and give it another go Read music they say but I wouldn’t know my **** from my elbow No, no, no, that’s not the attitude I’ll plug this thing and never give up as someday I’ll fill those smoky rooms I joined a band with 2 brothers and bassist of whom I did not know Mill Hill practice every Sunday just thought I’d give it a go But only one song and a commitment I could not keep it was always bound to fail I’ll carry on solo still looking on but really just chasing my own tail Work carried on as a plumber of which I never did really enjoy But it paid the bills A mortgage A van And a wedding on the horizon All in sight except for that unseen tree which nearly stopped me from ever rising Paraplegic is a word I had rarely ever used you’re a ******* a **** I had said once myself how dare I have used that abuse To be told you will never walk again is a shot that broke my heart Don’t let it get you down be strong and try for a brand new start The days go by at the start of this new journey The loss of once friends and to gain some new is now what must ground me A different perspective and a sharper humour has now unveiled Hello new world you won’t get me down just watch this beast unravel Taking the good with the bad and filtering through the ugly A different ship to now set sail, get ready for this could get choppy But as I say and always repeat, life goes on its just how you take it This second chance given to me a bit lower down, but still determined to make it, Hey Mr Wheelchair. JJB

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Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain. Pain, Pain Pain (Pain) Pain-- Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain pain painpainpain Pain pain pain Pain pain Pain. Pain with pain Pine and pain And sick Pain-Ill death-clock Tick tick ticks Nothing to say Anymore Pain pain. Pain Pain with feathers How pain and why pain And will be and never was pain Pain in your shoes, In a shower On a floor Pain In a garden Pain With your tea Pain in your eye As you drive Along We must be terrible We must be heinous Viscous, meticulous, We are not. But pain pain pain I. Can not sleep As they sanction drone Strikes on children I. can not sleep As a Ghostly ether summons Across lakes in dream I. Can't think I. can feel like a Cyprus Upon a grave Love love love Love love love love Love love love love Death exists Life is in brief moments Where the dead Drag in front of you Bleeding, broken Forever lost in this abyss Grafted from a tree In another world Oh, my love. Oh my love, As I know it true In bent knees at dawn Whispers evermore in my ear Beyond graves and atom bombs Test pilots Test tubes Test Pain in your chest In your mouth Rotted flesh Rotted fits of aging Agony which Is pain, exquisite Like a needle Precise like A Nuclear accident I. Can't sleep As things fly above my head My eye Leaving me in the dark Leaving me in a tub Leaving me in a gas task Mustard gas and Venus Drowned in calm water Out, out, out, Number 1. Nitrous oxide Psalms, palms, Save little girls In dresses know As I walk by a snowglobe Oh, my love How I am sick of questions with an Answer I know But not quite Not, quite And death will solve All power Like forks In an outlet u r a beautiful dawn At sunset My eyes are tired It needs to heal It needs to heal D. E. A. (D) In a straw or dollar O.K. oh, Kay Oh, Natalie I dot the "I" in your Name in my brain In my bones leaving me Aloft in dream, I dream and weep I dream and weep Pain Pain Pai. N. Kiev Leaving Pain Pain. Pain. no. 1

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Jul 18, 2015

Jul 18, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC

ruben-hayward

niap

Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain. Pain, Pain Pain (Pain) Pain-- Pain Pain Pain Pain Pain pain painpainpain Pain pain pain Pain pain Pain. Pain with pain Pine and pain And sick Pain-Ill death-clock Tick tick ticks Nothing to say Anymore Pain pain. Pain Pain with feathers How pain and why pain And will be and never was pain Pain in your shoes, In a shower On a floor Pain In a garden Pain With your tea Pain in your eye As you drive Along We must be terrible We must be heinous Viscous, meticulous, We are not. But pain pain pain I. Can not sleep As they sanction drone Strikes on children I. can not sleep As a Ghostly ether summons Across lakes in dream I. Can't think I. can feel like a Cyprus Upon a grave Love love love Love love love love Love love love love Death exists Life is in brief moments Where the dead Drag in front of you Bleeding, broken Forever lost in this abyss Grafted from a tree In another world Oh, my love. Oh my love, As I know it true In bent knees at dawn Whispers evermore in my ear Beyond graves and atom bombs Test pilots Test tubes Test Pain in your chest In your mouth Rotted flesh Rotted fits of aging Agony which Is pain, exquisite Like a needle Precise like A Nuclear accident I. Can't sleep As things fly above my head My eye Leaving me in the dark Leaving me in a tub Leaving me in a gas task Mustard gas and Venus Drowned in calm water Out, out, out, Number 1. Nitrous oxide Psalms, palms, Save little girls In dresses know As I walk by a snowglobe Oh, my love How I am sick of questions with an Answer I know But not quite Not, quite And death will solve All power Like forks In an outlet u r a beautiful dawn At sunset My eyes are tired It needs to heal It needs to heal D. E. A. (D) In a straw or dollar O.K. oh, Kay Oh, Natalie I dot the "I" in your Name in my brain In my bones leaving me Aloft in dream, I dream and weep I dream and weep Pain Pain Pai. N. Kiev Leaving Pain Pain. Pain. no. 1

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Where collects the thoughts of the paraplegic sitting alone in thoughts of a past no longer perfect ? The glowing red sun sets behind the hill as life flows by against our will Every step has a purpose even when we are running away Each cause has effect but once motored it is here to stay Tell me of the sands of time how fickle they stand Against the winds of change a dead man's hand Everyday , so much the same never the moment to be again Such a little word that means so much , "never" again Blessed yet all are the same taken for granted , a dance of denial Catch us before our great fall Parachute us . . . or we won't be even able to crawl

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Apr 30, 2015

Apr 30, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC

South-by-Southwest

Paracete Chute (Protect against a fall)

Where collects the thoughts of the paraplegic sitting alone in thoughts of a past no longer perfect ? The glowing red sun sets behind the hill as life flows by against our will Every step has a purpose even when we are running away Each cause has effect but once motored it is here to stay Tell me of the sands of time how fickle they stand Against the winds of change a dead man's hand Everyday , so much the same never the moment to be again Such a little word that means so much , "never" again Blessed yet all are the same taken for granted , a dance of denial Catch us before our great fall Parachute us . . . or we won't be even able to crawl

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At 5 I was convinced I was a flower whose vocation was imitating their final hysterical wail once Winter awoke from its anorexia. I pleaded my case with a botanist whose seamstress wife consented to stitch a tutu of Kadupul flowers, like a fairy godmother warning of their death at dawn. At 16 I finally danced their goodbye, petals whisked off as if molted layers of skin and only when at the end I stood naked did the concept of death have definition.

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Jun 7, 2014

Jun 7, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC

margaryta

Confession of a Paraplegic

At 5 I was convinced I was a flower whose vocation was imitating their final hysterical wail once Winter awoke from its anorexia. I pleaded my case with a botanist whose seamstress wife consented to stitch a tutu of Kadupul flowers, like a fairy godmother warning of their death at dawn. At 16 I finally danced their goodbye, petals whisked off as if molted layers of skin and only when at the end I stood naked did the concept of death have definition.

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