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Jun 2019 · 963
A Heart Shapped Shadow
Tony Tweedy Jun 2019
Different shades of light that have passed before my eyes.
Casting shadow and obscuring things and covering up the lies.
How to see the good in things when light keeps them concealed.
To hope that light might shine and falsehood and fake be revealed.

How very hard it has become to see the light as good.
So many years younger was I, when to see it so I could.
I thought that I had lost the light and darkness had prevailed.
The simple truth is it was by light and shadow that I was assailed.

It has been the light that has often broached through my defense.
Open to love, light shone in and seemed to make some sense.
My eyes were in awe of light and my heart overcome with joy.
Only to find that light is used in lies and deceits own employ.

I no longer can trust the light or give it even some small chance.
No more hurt to my heart from light disguised as loves romance.
I cant escape a world where light by all is worshiped for it's glow.
So I'll live a life that is empty in this light I have come to know.
Too afraid to love again... some hurts just cant be faced again.
Jun 2019 · 405
Distorted World
Tony Tweedy Jun 2019
If I told you I love you, that I care for you, maybe even desire you... would you have me arrested?
Thoughts from a loveless world.
Perspective and perception... not my area of expertise or greatest good fortune.
Jun 2019 · 383
Random Thought #1
Tony Tweedy Jun 2019
Does everyone come to realize that life is just a terminal illness?
Surely we all contemplate where all roads lead.
May 2019 · 613
Cyclic
Tony Tweedy May 2019
There must be others going through what I'm going through.
This an attempt at conversation with those who feel as I do.

I live a life so empty and always on my own.
It seems so short of reality to describe it as alone.

The days are endless cycles that fade and become as one.
Looking to find some distinction when basically there's none.

Emptiness and lonely just doesn't tell it right.
And to say its isolation really doesn't describe my plight.

A world devoid of relationships of any type or kind.
Has left me with distorted disposition and an overactive mind.

I find days, weeks, months and calendars obsolescent things.
A consequence of every day repetitive in everything it brings.

I don't know how to stop it defeating me in this way.
For when I try to fight it all motivation drains away.

My life seems forever lived in the deepest sense of sorrow.
Knowing what I did yesterday and today, I do again tomorrow.
May 2019 · 580
Continued
Tony Tweedy May 2019
My life continues to end at seventy beats per minute.
Is existing the same as living?
May 2019 · 181
Malice has a Name
Tony Tweedy May 2019
I provided you the key to my destruction when I told you that I loved you.
Too late I saw your betrayal with my eyes so blinded to the beauty of your "truths".
Knowingly and willfully betrayal ever your intended game and love the Trojan Horse you used.
With malice and intent you brought me down whilst whispering lies of love still to my heart.
Not contented or completed in the devastation you continued to yet say you loved me too.
Honey coated blindness to the actions and the deeds of your true purpose.
A greater evil I have never known and am sure no greater could exist.
With intent to destroy an other's heart as if it were a game... no greater evil have I known... than for you to knowingly use my love for you... as the weapon for my annihilation.
A few steps beyond betrayal comes malice. The conscious choice to do intended harm.... for the pleasure of it and because you can.
I don't understand it but know it through a victims eyes.
May 2019 · 449
Hit Me Again
Tony Tweedy May 2019
Its only those you trust with the keys who can destroy your soul.
Everyone who broke your heart you gave that power to.
edited immediately after posting...
to change it to statement rather than question.
The "why" is really quite irrelevant.... we just do.
We all will know the feeling of a broken heart or betrayed trust.
May 2019 · 673
Demon Dog Days
Tony Tweedy May 2019
I tried to be what I am meant to be.
The shape the world tells me by shout.
And no matter how I fight at getting in.
My thoughts are turned back to getting out.

Did you see me fighting demons?
Did you note I'd left your space?
Do you know the wounds I took?
Or had I left you with no sign or trace?

Do you know the demon "black dog"?
Does it wait outside your gate?
Do you have strategies to fight back?
Or do you let the "black dog" decide your fate?

For now I keep the dog at bay
In early days it visited so much more
And though I am still winning right now
The dog seems so much stronger than before.

I don't think that deadly "black dog",
will ever allow me to get back in.
But each day I have the courage to chase it off,
I need to believe there is some reason for me to win.

It knows my thoughts and uses them against me.
And I know I will need to fight on so many days ahead.
I cant see a time when the dog will call on me no more.
But if I stop the fight ... the "black dog" will make me dead.
Apr 2019 · 279
Coincidental
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
Isn't it odd.... the scars in my heart have the same names as those who made my fondest memories.
Apr 2019 · 534
First Aid
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
When someone tells you that you have wounded their soul you can't mend the wounds by denying or arguing you didn't.
Their soul, their wound... your conscience.
Its a personal thing... not your decision.
Apr 2019 · 303
Falling
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
Long and arduous had been the climb.
Fifty years or so in the making.
A pinnacle claimed but unseen for what it was.
Was it folly or push that became my past, present and future.

Falling was but a blink in the making.
No anchor to hold me and foundations removed, abandoned, lost.
Successions of ricochets from jagged rock to jagged rock.
Carved to the core by granite hard betrayal and failures.

By chance did my fingers gain purchase to slow the fall.
More of a roll downhill than the plummet that near killed me.
But still trending down into the chasm of who I have become.
The place I am, the present, the bloodied remnant of who I was.

Limbs askew and misshapen-ed, bones shattered and core exposed.
Total vulnerability to even the meekest of creatures with ill intent.
Cowered, afraid and alone in and darkness still falling.
Momentary reprieve as fingers strike stone but too torn to grasp.

Mind operating in fragmented, distorted jigsaws of thought.
No box top picture remaining to focus the picture I am meant to be.
Too many pieces in different shapes to be who I once was.
Uncertain of enough pieces to make myself a semblance of whole.

Still endless the fall and the darkness.
Creature or granite strike constantly feared.
Cowered, alone, afraid and defeated.
The darkness and fall are who I have been made.
Apr 2019 · 618
Rewiring the Lights
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
The light at the end of the tunnel is actually a sense of worth, of value, of relevance... a sense of purpose and place.
The loss of these took me here.
It is not a light that those in the tunnel control... seemingly forever beyond my reach and unable to believe in value, place or worth.
It was never the aim to switch the light off. It was the hand and judgement of others that threw the switch to off. It is why the light and the switch are on the outside of the tunnel and not in the darkness where I am.
If you give no worth...
If you give no value...
If you give no relevance...
If you give no purpose...
Then there can be no place where the light can shine.
Purpose and relevance feed worth and value... in turn self esteem gets fed. It is false that you must love yourself first. Very definitely it is the other way around.
Apr 2019 · 325
A Day at the Beach.
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
I walked this beach a thousand times and never was it as beautiful as when I walked it with you beside me.
I walk it on my own once more and its beauty is but the memory of when you were in my arms.
Apr 2019 · 330
Thats Just Wrong
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
Often when I thought myself wrong it was then that I was.
Admitting you are wrong gets you onto the path of being right again so much sooner than fighting against the notion.
Apr 2019 · 333
Artificial Lighting
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
I think it truer that there is more than one light in the tunnel.
There are many exit signs... many corridors.
But... only one to which my key fits that leads to the light my eyes can focus in.
A tunnel can lead to many places... better the tunnel than a place you don't want to be, no matter how bright the lights may seem to others.
If such weren't so there would be no tunnel and my eyes would never have lost their focus.
If it holds no value you have taken a side corridor. Others can hold expectations that compel us to go through the motions.... all the while the tunnel is there. An unhappy and unrewarding life.
Apr 2019 · 171
Oddly Stronger
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
Do you know that place where fears are put away?
Do you know that place where pain holds no power?
Do you know that place where clarity abounds?
I have seen there, been there... at its edge.
I have stepped across its border.
By fates hand was I drawn back.
Where fear holds sway, pain endures and confusion is all.
The door forever ajar... fate can not win every time.
There is a freedom in this that many will never accept.
But knowing and accepting it gives me the strength to fight.
I don't know how many if any can relate to this. I assure you I am rational and quite sane... well, as anyone is these days. How strong could YOU be if death held no fear?
Apr 2019 · 421
Responsible Me
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
I remember being son.
I remember being brother.
I remember being boyfriend.
I remember being husband.
I remember being father.
I remember being employee.
If you have had your fill can I make a memory of being me?
Have you asked yourself...."is this all there is"? I suspect we all get there at some point.
Apr 2019 · 553
The Eyes Have It
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
The most beautiful places and beautiful times are always shared by four eyes.
Apr 2019 · 596
In All the Wrong Places
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
Have you ever faced the dilemma of knowing that only love can save you and then had your mind ask you if that is your motive for the relationship you are in?
If your motive is to fall in love can you ever find the real thing?
Can love be planned? Can it be sought or does it just happen to the lucky (or un- if you prefer)
Apr 2019 · 478
Gas Station on a Dark Road
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
When you stand in darkness and choose to hide your face.
Know that you are not the only one who hides in such a place.
When you are at the edge and feel its pull is getting near.
Know that you can reach back and you can find me standing here.
When you feel the need to use the solution of your choice.
Know that you can call out to me and I will hear your voice.
Its true you do not know me and may think there is some cost.
I would rather you called out to me than to know that you are lost.
Apr 2019 · 209
To Give Away to a Good Home
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
One previous owner.
Two ears, used... not only capable of hearing but also listening.
Two shoulders to support a weary head... waterproof.
Two arms to carry, support and protect.
A heart that knows both empathy and care. (slight damage)
A mind, complete with experience and blank space to learn anew.
Packaging a little battered but in working order.
Must be willing to take as complete set.
Listing period... indefinite.
Apr 2019 · 249
Along an Old Road
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
I sing an ancient song.
In voice once loud though now less strong.
The melody and chorus though of my own
To everyone at times is known.
In happiness yet louder in times of fear.
The question of why "I" am here.
The songs refrain passed along the line,
deluded that all its answers be mine.
But as has gone from times before,
The song will play for evermore.
Getting old.... yes **** happens.... but why? Perhaps 42* is as good as any answer after all. I certainly haven't found a better one.
* Douglas Adams... Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
Apr 2019 · 239
Here We Go Again
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
Are the bandages put away?
The stitches removed?
Has the scar healed over?
Has your mind reconnected?
Does your heart beat with regular thump?
Have tear ducts stopped erratic behavior?
Yes?
Then you are ready to fall in love again... good luck.
We just can't help ourselves....
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
Yesterday   = pass
Today         = D+ (progressive grading)
Tomorrow = Enrollment Pending
One day at a time.....
Apr 2019 · 411
Soulmate
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
The reality is that there is a difference between love and need.
The understanding of both is only evident when true love is found and the contrasts revealed.
Only then are hearts, minds and souls contented as one.
Of course I could be wrong.... wouldn't be the first time.
It has always amazed me that "soulmates" just happen to be in our own neighborhoods. Currently a one in seven billion chance.
Apr 2019 · 256
My Enemy
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
Of all the people who have done me harm and caused me hurt, the only one I have ever come to hate is me.
Apr 2019 · 375
Disappointment
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
That feeling you get when you try giving up being a pessimist.
Apr 2019 · 254
Judgement
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
I found my autobiography on the fiction shelves in the town library!?
Sometimes the things we do and see others will never face or know in their reality.
Apr 2019 · 373
Calendar
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
What day is it?....
Oh... !!!
Why couldn't it be yesterday?!
I survived yesterday.
Do you ever make a bad start to the day?
Apr 2019 · 335
Cape Town '69
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
Offshore breeze of more bluster than steady.
Drawing white tips to waves of an emerald tinge.
White crested green seas surrounding.
Hands clenched to rail covered by misty spray.
Rolling and pitching immunized by the visions before young eyes.
Sky of pristine blue with radiant white wisps of cloud.
Horizons unending even where blue and green meet.
Two seals at play in the tossing waves.
Glistening grey bodies ducking and diving beneath breaker.
The prow through frothing ocean, pushing aside waves with ease.
Carving on steadily through liquid green and white anger of sea.
To the starboard horizon a darkening shape.
Bands of cotton stitched atop.
Drawing now noticeably ever nearer.
Almost by magic the horizons shape appears,
wind gives way to breeze.
Waters now at ease taking on more familiar and everyday hues.
White shapes astride the shore with tones that hint and suggest.
Now ever nearer becoming buildings and the buildings a city.
All the while the stitched cotton band reshaped to form clouds.
Blanketing perfectly the mountain called Table-Top.
Young eyes still locked in wonder, hands still holding rail.
Now docked along quayside, vast cityscape beyond.
Table-Top with cloth as backdrop.
About 3 hours of time compressed. Remembered vividly... retold unjustly.
Apr 2019 · 928
Flick.
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
There once was a very fine cat called Flick.
A more respected cat there has never been.
Well groomed, very proud and much admired.
Flick was well educated and some would say both wise and smart.
So well admired and trusted that even fish looked up to him.
Now Flick ran a local school which offered very specialized classes.
Adult fish would drop their hatch-lings off to learn from Flick.
So many hatch-lings were trusted to Flick's care.
For many years and generations hatch-lings came and went.
Flick's prestige and adoration growing as the years passed.
Then one day....
A former hatch-ling... much older and somewhat troubled by life,
spoke out aloud of his time at Cat Flick School and of how the Cat Flick upon the hatch-lings was Fed A Pile.
By any standard all the fish agreed... such is a Cardinal sin.
*******....
Tony Tweedy Apr 2019
One Turbot says to the other "do you believe in Cod?"
The other replies " I think we each know a Sole". "I believe one day when the chips are down and we are at our most battered we will each know a Plaice and we are destined to fillet".
They exchanged a glance and swam away.... just for the Halibut.

I hope my Whiting doesn't offend. Remember believers.... believe in Cod and one day you will be Prawn again.
edited 12th April 2019
Mar 2019 · 249
Second Opinion
Tony Tweedy Mar 2019
A fellow poet made comment on my writing.
A Doctor by trade.
His comment "you are a thinker".
I know he intended no accusation.
In truth he is the first Doctor I have encountered to highlight the worst symptom of depression.
Whilst I continue to seek a cure to the thinking... I appreciate the comment and inadvertent diagnosis.
Ones own mind can be a fearful enemy. Only the heart is as equally vulnerable to self.
Mar 2019 · 346
Black
Tony Tweedy Mar 2019
On such days black paint is all I need.
No shading reaches my palette.
No fine detail or delicate strokes of brush.
No intricate patterns of light to master.
No shapes to angle just correctly and in proportion.
No tones to give expression or perception.
Canvas of any size from white to black.
Imagery catching perfectly the mood.
These words the only weapon left to keep some canvas untainted.
Mar 2019 · 356
Epitath
Tony Tweedy Mar 2019
I survived the broken heart just fine.
It was the collateral damage to my mind that killed me.
Mar 2019 · 230
Lost in Traffic
Tony Tweedy Mar 2019
If someone tells you they are blind... do you test them?
Do you doubt them? Do you disbelieve them or judge them?
Do you deny the Labrador in harness or perhaps the cane in hand?
What dogs and canes must I present for your eyes if I say I am broken? Will you believe me if I have nothing to show in evidence other than my word?
Will you see and believe or would you test me to cross a freeway unaided?
I am broken. I have no dog. I have no cane and the traffic is heavy.
I am blind shouting to the deaf.
Mar 2019 · 311
Post-it Note to Self
Tony Tweedy Mar 2019
Like post-it notes,
upon a yearbooks page.

Hand scrawled summaries,
of the important bits.

Faces, places, names,
happiness and sadness,
loves and passions,
hurts and pain.

Tattered but treasured remnants,
that taught me, that made me.

They fashioned me,
and completed my design.

All duly noted and stored,
and learned for good or ill.

These are my memories,
they are both me and mine.
Tony Tweedy Mar 2019
Are you raised or seated when you have to wipe your ***?
I feel compelled to ask you as there seems no rule of thumb.
Do you use your left hand or do you use the right?
Do you really scrub it or stroke it nice and light?
Do you scrunch the paper or fold it layered flat?
I hope I haven't intruded or offended by asking you all that?


My apologies but sometimes my brain just wont engage neutral gear.
Sorry everyone. Every so often I just have to get that stuff out of my head.
You didn't all really expect the "Bear" encounter was the end of it did you?
Mar 2019 · 652
Physics Baffles Me - Random
Tony Tweedy Mar 2019
If E=MC squared and I am 9 stone why cant I get up in the morning?

If all things are "relative" why haven't I heard from any of you?

If nothing moves faster than light how does that cold drop of water beat me when I go to the bathroom in the mornings?
Yes I know...
Mar 2019 · 380
Seeds
Tony Tweedy Mar 2019
Born of mind and heart and folded by the soul,
thus a poets words are forged.
Cast upon the fickle breeze or dispersed by howling gale,
perhaps to find new minds and hearts in which to grow.
Dwell? or Grow?
Mar 2019 · 594
Pessimists Supporters Club
Tony Tweedy Mar 2019
It may be a truism but optimists cant escape it....
No one is right all of the time.
The only difference there has ever been is the frequency between  being wrong and right.

When an optimist falls in the woods only the pessimists will notice.
Is there greater strength in optimism or greater height to fall from?
Is attitude enough or is it deceptive?
Mar 2019 · 2.0k
Balancing on One Foot
Tony Tweedy Mar 2019
More often an optimist will see the goal, a pessimist the path.
If only we were both.
Perhaps that is why we seek not to journey alone?
Do opposites really attract? Is this what we really mean when we seek out our "other half"?
Mar 2019 · 1.5k
Despair... An Advanced Guide
Tony Tweedy Mar 2019
By cold logic you arrive,
not through panic nor insanity,
for they are something separate.

You recall those who witnessed,
through blinded eye the beginnings.
Those seemingly oblivious of your falling to this place,
and who could offer no sanctuary or escape.

In your mind the inaction testifies, of a value you no longer hold.
Not just in your place of open eyed awareness,
But also in their world of illusion,
where you no longer belong.

There are two pathways ahead.
But only one will each choose according to their need.
Emotional pain made into the physical
Or the ending of pain both felt and caused, both past and future.

At the beginning and in the intermediate,
the times when cries for help prevailed.
Not consciously shouted but through changes,
altered interaction with the world as it once was.

To those who bore witness to beginning and middle,
at this stage comes the "why?".
"I saw it"...."Why did I not see this outcome?".... "I knew",???

To those who have not been here,
There seems to be no logic,
They cannot see from where they stand the simple rationale.
So contrary and beyond sight
that only the tag of insanity gives explanation.

At the beginners guide just so the numbers who sought to read.
At the intermediate a lesser number could give an interest.
The despair of others an unwanted knowledge and the readings so reflect a reality best kept unvoiced... too disturbing to the ear.
And fewer now here... dear reader... eyes uneducated still asking why.... you few are too late to understanding and by now despair has been defeated.
There are words I would have used but the site censors them for those who are not members.
The sad truth is that only those here through three "guides" will make any sense of my writings.
Mar 2019 · 306
Alone... rewritten
Tony Tweedy Mar 2019
I live in the darkest of places,
it is here that I constantly dwell
Some would call it empty,
but to me its name is just hell.

So rare is there anything,
that enters here into my night.
But every so often I am tortured,
by glimpsed reflections of light.

I watch as light approaches,
feel its warmth inside of me.
Giving rise to both dream and hope
and the promise of things that might be.

I watch as light passes,
and bathe in its radiant shine.
Thoughts voiced by madness,
I look to the light for a sign.

As it draws nearer to my existence,
and knowing what I need it to be.
The light always unerringly diverges,
I now aware the light just didn't seek me.

I sit and remember the lights,
here in my own black little shell,
I look all about me at darkness,
knowing that light wont ever want hell.
two rewrites and still not happy.....aaargh!!!
Mar 2019 · 217
Tears
Tony Tweedy Mar 2019
I spent most of my life learning how to cry.
I will spend the rest of it learning how to stop.
Mar 2019 · 1.2k
Foundation
Tony Tweedy Mar 2019
Life is sure to cost you whilst on the path you choose.
And there will be heartache from things that you will lose.
A greater pain you may encounter, at a far greater cost,
is to no longer see a value in things that once you lost.
You can lose trust in many ways for many things. It can shake foundation and pillar as destructively as any earthquake.
Not entirely happy with the last line..... of or in??
Tony Tweedy Mar 2019
I cant fight any more.... I'm done.
My own mind assaults me and it knows my weaknesses.
The gaping wounds in my thoughts are constantly re-opened.
I wonder which side of sanity I live on and I despair....
What if I am sane?
What if this is reality and my vision clear?
My refuge then must surely be insanity?
Or am I already there?
Mar 2019 · 600
Evolution
Tony Tweedy Mar 2019
Life gives birth to optimists.
Then raises them to be pessimists.
Tony Tweedy Mar 2019
ANY state of mind but despair is illusion.
ANY illusion is a deceit to oneself.
ANYTHING but despair is false.
Illusion will always be just a lie to give meaning to delusions.
To hide truths and ease the consciousness to false belief.
Reality is only evident when despair prevails.
When eyes can see beyond the masks and veils of the everyday.
Illusion and delusion are the common state in which we live.
The reality of despair is where truths prevail always.
Illusion and delusion torn aside.... despair.
The deluded have no idea just how lucky they are.
Tony Tweedy Mar 2019
To travel from light to darkness takes but the instant to blink.
To return requires an unknown path and a light worth finding.
Without sense of purpose there is no bus running...
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