Noisy Girl or Quiet Girl?

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Noisy girl please hold your mouth your eagerness turns my ears out.

Move away so I can see the Quiet one who thinks like me.

Lead me to beauty uncrowned with as much wisdom as profound.

Bring her here, yes right to me, into my arms her lips I seek.

Noisy girl then talks again, speaks to why Quiet’s no friend.

Says she is a bitter thief the type of girl who takes and leaves.

So bad mouths, Noisy girl does, tries to tell me she knows love.

So I turn and say to her,

“Please go away your words are dull,

I’ve heard your story I know your bull.”

“Oh you do?”

“Yes girl it’s true I’ve once before known one like you.

Always warning always scared always determined to ‘make things fair.’

Unfortunately, a guy like me has learned to know a lying cheat. No my lady of evil schemes I know you wish to spread disease. 

For my love, my love is true, I don’t have love for fools like you.”

Noisy girl glared at me. “Oh wow really? That’s so mean you thought I liked you oh my Jees-“

“Don’t complete that sentence there your lips are spewing empty air. Don’t want to hear it, no I don’t, a head like you spews the same quotes. But for once, on this earth true, I’d like to hear a point of view.

‘The Quiet one of thoughts unseen who thinks and thinks but never speaks. I want to hear her voice for once, lift her up and feel her touch. 

I want to know this Quiet girl whom my heart loves who left the world, I want her lips – maybe in mine, or maybe moving – talk is fine. 

“I don’t care I really don’t but just for once I want her spoke. So fancy now Noisy girl now please just go away and make some needs.

Don’t want you much, don’t miss you either, I’d rather kiss the one whose deeper.”

– Thomas M. Watt

Various thoughts that fit Together in my Untamed Mind

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Pretty girl, sitting there, gazing wide, looking fair.

I know you see it, I do too, the art from God, the voice of truth.

The problem is, you know it’s true, we’ve come from heaven with work to do.

I know my calling, know it fine, called to live my life divine.

By God who judges, He who speaks, the One who whispers my heart to sleep.

I know you want it, want it bad, knowledge of this so makes me sad.

For it’s not quite me of which you want, nor my heart, nor my cock.

But you want the dwelling bruise, the heart that aches, the lasting blues.

I’ll say it simply for some ears – the truth hurts me, the truth you fear.

For when she longs and so “Wants you,” all she wants is the pursuit.

Give her mystery, give her myth, a taste of wrong, a hint of bliss.

Her one true goal is to have you chained, but once she does, you’ve lost the game.

– Thomas M. Watt