Noisy Girl or Quiet Girl?


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

Feel It Tear


Pain inside is justified,

loss of much always resides,

on the bottom,

feeling grim,

trying hard to rise and win.

So much loss too much to take,

feel my days fall down like rain.

Every time I see that tumble every time I look I crumble.

Cannot watch this sport I played,

cannot enjoy a single day,

feel so much rage in me can’t feel your touch it’s too much sting.

Why oh why oh why oh God, tried so hard and feel so scorned. Not one can see the things I do, not one can bring my arm from ruin.

Let me breath and blink and smile, let me enjoy this cough a while.

I will get up I will go on I will still try to sing good songs.

Just take this wind and fly with me, take me through these painful springs.

Let me ignore the past I hate, let me go on this life of fate.

Raise me up to blue skies please, don’t let me lose to hands of thieves.

– Thomas M. Watt

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Intuition Reigns Supreme


Do this, do that, it goes this way too.

You’re wrong, just look, it says right here –

“You will look foolish if you do the thing they say not to do. All sure knows this one rule shows the profession of your technique.”

Guess what my friend, I’ve reached the end, of what this logic means to me.

It means just this – don’t listen to shit. Study what you think.

When you read Harry Potter are you bothered by the adverbs in the read? 

In every profession there is a way the whole crowd surely goes. Turn the other and then go, run from Art’s true foes.

Go the path which most can’t see, where blind men cannot walk. Stride on by the snobby eyes and ignore those who scold.

Then when do we listen, how do learn, what’s the method I preach to you? I say come notice the best in life are those who expose the truth. The surface lies, but hearts divide. From passion and focus, comes true poets, artists and thinkers and you.

– Thomas M. Watt

Pangs of Selflessness

Thoughts of anger resentment and greed,

Knowledge of loss and defeat and need.

Awareness of difficulty and thoughts unseen,

Realization of reality and dreams still dreamed.

Eyes are opened hope is lost pain too much to laugh and scoff.

Not one listens not one loves not one says things just as one does.

It was this no it was that no it was thinking by left brain and wearing this cap.

This life is blind the whole of mine has been spent seeking what is divine.

You know what’s funny? Where the problem resides? It’s in the heart where the spirits meet time.

Can’t understand why we are all still taught the only problem with sin is when you get caught,

Also can’t see why Christians today spend all their time smiling to say I follow the way.

When the way of God and the prophets of old was too be hated and denied and constantly told,

That they were all evil that they disobeyed that they were the men who lived in decay.

If Jesus Christ is the way life and truth then why is it that we think we must prove,

We are all good Christians by dressing so nice, saying ‘Yes please’ and ‘Could you please pass the knife?’

Is anyone left with crosses to bear that are more than good language and playing games fair?

For instance there’s one thing yes one thing I know and that is that God’s way the humans don’t know,

For God works in secret and not much with flair and when he speaks through you very few hear

The words that He says and for good reason too because God work is to do what’s no benefit to you.

– Thomas M. Watt

Things and Thoughts


A running dear runs a lot dears they like to frolic,

A dripping tear drips to drops girls they sometimes sob them.

A light turned red makes stops instead the crosswalk is no problem.

Change to come shall come to change only if you solve them.

Hurried bees fly with ease to flowers and take pollen,

Rage inside is never fine must learn to override some.

Don’t let dread turn to said,

Keep your words to progress.

Don’t be mislead by your own head,

There’s more to life then knowledge.

– Thomas M. Watt

Jared and the three Dames – Part 2


The man, named Jared, was standing on the moon beside three other men. He was wearing a black suit, black tie, and black shoes, shined and polished. Standing before the men were four different girls.

One had a black dress, another had a piercing through her eyebrow and a sleeve of tattoos, another a modest purple dress, and the last a white sequin dress, whose name was Hailey.

A piano player began playing, as did a violinist, a saxophonist, and a singer with a low, slow voice.

The men approached the women, and Jared took to his hands the woman in black. The two began to dance, slowly, and to the rhythm of the song. She pressed herself tightly into him, and spoke to him as they danced.

“Jared you oh so can move, I love the way you sway me too. I see you are the type for me, I see you cannot live modestly. Sway me babe from side to side, see my hands slide up your thighs. I can see you are successful, I can tell you are the best one.”

Jared smiled. “Black dress girl that’s all you think? Is it just the success you need? Tell me girl and don’t be lying, tell me that’s not all you’re finding. A man to suit your every need, a suit to bring you the best seed. Let me know that you’re not buying, the suit instead of what’s behind it.”

The lady in black laughed, tilting her head back as she did. “Jared boy don’t be so rude, you know just what I see in you. I see a man who is a tiger, I see a boy who couldn’t be shyer. You are indeed the one for me, you are the type I want to please.”

Jared stopped dancing, and held her hands in his. “Black dressed lady you’ve failed the test, I’m sorry if this brings you stress. I am not out to find an equal, I am not looking to reproduce sequels. I have been to the bottom before, I have gone drifting on poor man’s shores. I cannot be the type for you, for there is no type who makes mate’s due. Love is a thing we ought to cherish, for sick or health or monetary anguish. It is not a trading thing, it is not something money brings. I now must say I bid ado, I’m sorry but I’m not into you.”

Jared left, and almost immediately, the girl with a piercing through her eyebrow and duel arms of tatted sleeves took him to dance. Only, the girl with an eyebrow piercing danced with her back to him, pressing her rump into his lap, and hugging his arm around her neck.

“Jared boy you make me wet, the way you hold me beats the rest. Jared boy you turn me on, make me want to feel your horn. Feel free to undress me please, take your hand and caress these.”

As she moved his hand to her breasts, Jared laughed, then lowered it down to her hip-side once more. He spoke into her ear. “Girl with piercings you are outrageous, but I have found disease contagious. Not just speaking about V.D.s, but sexy lady just hear me please. I’ve found your type to destroy men, the second they step out in your bed. You tend to bring bad luck with you, you love to make us sick as you.”

The girl with a piercing through her eyebrow swiveled around, then gripped her hand through the back of his head. “Baby what is this your saying, I can feel that johnson dangling. Don’t be such a pussy dear, I might just think you can’t adhere. To the type whom I would sleep with, do you fall short of my wildness? Are you the one who is afraid, is it you who is decayed? I am a loud one, you will see, I am the type who sucks your creme.”

Jared backed away, slowly releasing her hand and moving away from her clutch. “Wild girl you are too much, you surely know just how to touch. But I am not the type for you, nor are you the my one ‘I do’. You sound like fun just for a while, sound like a girl who wants a trial. But I can’t do that forgive me please, I cannot live with your disease. It is too much for me too handle, a rotting soul is a losing gamble.”

Soon afterward, the girl in the modest purple dress approached. She took his hand and put it snugly behind her hip, and carried his other in hers.

“Hello boy I have seen you, dancing with those other two. They don’t know what they missed out on, they are not the ones to count on. I will be your housewife please, bake you goods and fill your needs. Be with me and I will show you, nothing too much for me too bring.”

Jared smiled back at her, looking into her eyes. “Purple dress you are a dime, the type of class that good light shines. I am so happy you will accept me, I am so happy you are so loving. It’s good to know you will be mine, it’s good to see your eyes this time. But still I have this one concern, and I can’t quite carry this burden. There is a thing called conflict see, there is this art of romancing. I don’t think I can have you dear, I’m afraid I don’t feel it here.”

As Jared pointed to his heart, the girl in the purple dress batted her eyelashes, then pleaded some more.

“Jared boy just please stay near, let me whisper in your ear. I’ll be your freak back in the bed, I’ll say to you what you want said. I will love you every night, I will be proud to be your wife. I’ll cook you dinner when you desire, I will set up the candle fire. Name the thing that you what done, just please love me and be my hun.”

Jared back away, slowly releasing his hands from hers. “Purple dress, you are too fine. You are the type I would want mine. Still I have this one distress, this lack of feeling in my chest. I can’t go on to fool you too, I can’t just lie and say I do. I need this love to last forever, I need a girl who makes me better.”

Jared left from her, and met eyes with the girl in the white sequin dress, whose name was Hailey. He approached.

– Thomas M. Watt

Hailey and the three Suitors – Part 1

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The woman, named Hailey, was standing on the moon beside three other women. She was wearing a white sequin dress, white diamond earrings, and long white gloves, loose and soft. Standing before her were four different men.

One had a tuxedo, another had a cowboy hat and boots to match, another a sleeveless vest, and the last an all black suit, whose name was Jared.

A piano player began playing, as did a violinist, a saxophonist, and a singer with a low, slow voice.

The men approached all the women, and Haley was taken in by the man in the tuxedo. The two began to dance, slowly, and to the rhythm of the song. He held her at a short distance away, and smirked as he spoke.

“Hailey girl I can’t two step, these feet of mine sure aren’t the best. I hope you have a sense of humor, this tux of mine admits my stupor. I’m not the kind who loves to dance, I’m not exactly good with chance. I like to make the women laugh, court them with my funny rants. Could you be the one for me? Will you chuckle if I sneeze? Or will you just turn cold away, find another who leads you astray.”

Hailey pressed her hand to his cheek as she smiled sweetly. “Oh yes your tux is funny dear, oh yes I love to laugh to tears. I am the type for some you’ve said, I’m a girl who runs from dread. Still I must admit this be, I do not like men with bad feet.”

The man in the tuxedo laughed awkwardly, then smeared sweat from his forehead. “Oh come on Hailey I care, I could somehow learn to dance. I like to kid and mess around, I like to do away with frowns. I am not always just a joke, I am not just some poor bloke. Make you laugh I will I swear, but don’t forget I also care.”

Hailey backed away, laughing as she patted his chest. “You are so sweet indeed you are, the type of boy who most girls want. I could sit with you for hours, share some chuckles and forget the flowers. But you know I’m still a girl, and I so need my heart to swirl. Fill with love and much affection, I’d hate to twirl the wrong direction.”

Hailey moved away, and swiftly approaching was second suitor, the man with a cowboy hat and boots to match. He took her in close, holding her tightly, and kept up with her every dance step, with the kind of smile that only cowboys can muster.

“Hey there pretty look at you, see you dancin’ right on cue. If you didn’t notice I’m your man, I’ll hold the door and take a stand. Will not watch you treated poorly, will not misjudge you and your glory. I could make us quite a stew, I could take us hunting too. Take a walk that last for hours, let you watch me while I shower.”

Hailey laughed, turning her head to the side, then smiled as she moved closer to him. “You’re pretty rugged country boy, you seem the type to bring the noise. Quite the cocky type I see, sound just like the man I need.”

The cowboy smirked and went on. “You know it girl that sounds like me, I’ll sing you songs and watch you sleep. I could make you drool for hours, I could make you grow you your own flowers. Do the things a man should do, shoot down the man who touches you.”

Hailey back away slightly. “Shoot a man? Just for me? Do you really aim that much too please? Country boy I must admit, at first you really had me quick. But now I’m thinking someone straight, I think your ways too much to take. I am not just some posession, a girl who needs constant discretion. Some night I like a drink or two, and I might just have to meet a few. Guys around the scene that day, guys who like to drink and play. I’m not so dumb to slip and fall, I will not tumble if you don’t call. Please do know I think you’re cute, but I just don’t think I’m right for you.”

As soon as Hailey broke off from him, the man in the sleeveless vest approached, sweeping her legs up over his lap, whirling her around, then setting her back to her feet. She smiled and chuckled when they resumed slow dancing together.

“Come now girl I like your style, I dig those gloves you want my child? I do not care much for the world, I do not think long before I hurl. Myself into situations, not scared to fight or have relations. I’ve had many girls like you, and all those girls they loved me through. But I warn and must admit, at sight of trouble I will quit. So just be careful falling for me, come next morning I still could leave.”

Hailey raised her eyebrows, then backed, creating more distance for herself from her current partner. “You must be kidding is this a joke? Are you just a stupid bloke? Can you not see I am not desperate, not so in need of disrespecting? Have you planned a one night stand, do you want a pitiful hand?”

The man in the sleeveless vest lowered his head, then sighed. “You know you’re right and now I see, I’m not yet the man I want to be. But maybe you could help me change, be the one who makes me tame. My wild ways have caused me trouble, misled me and all who followed. Maybe now’s a time for showing, I can be more than just bad gloating. You could be that girl Hailey, you could be the air I breath. I could stop with all my nonsense, help me escape from this dark forest.”

Haley smiled sweetly, then used both hands to pat down his shoulders. “I’m glad to here you’re not deranged, It’s nice to see you go right ways. Yet I’m still sorry, though your sweet, a wild one’s not right for me. I cannot now be a mother, I can’t quite love that which suffers. Please take this issue on your own, please find the right way on your own.”

Hailey moved away, and locked eyes with the man in the black suit, whose name was Jared. He approached.

– Thomas M. Watt

When Men act as Men

The tree stump was rooted deep in the soil. It was time for a new tree to be planted, but before it could, the old stump needed to be uprooted.

The father and son stood at odds on many things. Career choices, personal views, political views, even thoughts on what was right and what was wrong. But the tree stump needed to go, and they were the only two willing to do it.

So they chopped. They took the axe and chopped, again and again, for hours. Still, the tree wouldn’t budge. Their hands were blistered, their bodies were tired, but the tree stump still remained.

So they pushed on. They pushed on and chopped at that damn tree like it was the scum of the earth, like it was the true root of all the world’s problems.

More time passed, but the stump still hadn’t budged. Their hands were bloody, their faces were red and sweaty, and every and all intellectual thought told them it was time to quit, and wait for another day to uproot the old tree stump.

But the father looked at the son, and smiled as he said, “Boy, I don’t know ’bout you, but I want this sucker out soon.”

The boy looked at his pop and returned. “Dad, I don’t know about you, but I won’t sleep if this stump still has roots.”

So they returned to the axing. Swinging and chopping, grunting and heaving. Gradually, the stump began to break loose from the soil, and, pretty soon, after a strenuous effort of tugging and pushing, they finally managed to pull the old tree stump out from the ground.

The father and son shared a brief grin, before simultaneously struggling to catch their breaths as they panted heavily. Eventually, the father stood up straight, put his hand on his son’s shoulder, then said to him, “Boy, we may disagree on things, and we may dispute a time or two. But when it comes down to it, I’m the same man as you.”

The son crossed his arms. “I don’t see that dad, I’m sorry pa, I think I disagree with you on more than all.”

The father laughed, then picked up a cold beer from the outside fridge, popped it open, then took a swig. “When I was your age my papa done raised me to see just as he, to see what he sees. But time done unfold and as I grow old, I realize that things ain’t all which they seem. For in relaxed state all men tend to hate, despise one another, make enemies outta brothers. But when it comes down to it and problems arise, difficult tasks which some folk despise, their must be a force to tackle the issue, there must be some men who don’t need a tissue. So when it comes down to it and it’s time to face woes, men act as men and fuck up their foes.”

The son smiled, opened the fridge, then took a beer for himself. He clanked the beer with his dad, and the two men enjoyed a swig together.

– Thomas M. Watt

Why do I do

When do the birds start singing, and when do the crickets creak,

When do the voices silence, and when do the words desist.

I spend this whole life trying, and thinking with distress,

I spend this whole night writhing, with pangs upon my chest.

Why do the words attack me, why do they always do,

Why do the words defeat me, why do they see me through.

The words cost more than paper, the lines which I abhor,

The point of writing blogs is, to show that you are more.

What is it to this thinking, why am I so obsessed.

What is it to this writing, that keeps me from the rest.

Why do the words amuse me, why do I see them through,

Why do they all just use me, why do they write them too.

When do I do my thinking, when do I do my thought,

When can I do the blinking, and why can’t I just jot.

– Thomas M. Watt

Time to lay to Rest

Time to go to bed,

Time to hit the head.

Time to slow the thoughts,

Time to drown the loss.

Time to ignore what’s known,

Time to silence and dream,

Time to enter realms unknown and all spirits unseen.

Time will make it better, time it always will.

Time will clean up unclean thoughts and what they do to you.

Time will make today erased and tomorrow shine,

Time will make the past decay and bring about more time.

Time not lost and yet unknown,

Time is ripe to see.

Time to mettle in your thoughts and think them in your sleep.

Time to rest your eyes to close, time to dwell in soul.

Time to hear the God that’s there and speaks what’s too unfold.

Time to worry dearly, time to heart it best,

Time to listen to me, it’s time to lay to rest.

– Thomas M. Watt