Perhaps I’m Not an Idiot


Tired eyes, sleepy sighs, words are ringing singing rhymes,

Bells are back, the ruse it floats, I’d sure love to write good quotes,

Hope someday this dreams lands here in this present atmosphere,

Keep on going, almost there, getting close produces scare.

How much better can this be? How much work I’ve done for free.

All for one to read it true, all for buyers to say I do.

Cannot imagine a greater feeling than to produce an intrigued viewing.

Read my book, won’t you please, take a look, enjoy the read.

If you don’t, I don’t care… No I’m kidding to be fair.

Writing words that make you quit will make me throw a childish fit.

But to see you turn that page, just to feel you feel my rage,

To know the man is not alone, to know for sure I wrote true prose,

Just to see you stop and stare, to feel your eyes on what I’ve put there.

To know my pen produced that scribble, to hear my page played like a fiddle,

To know I’ve conquered the t.v., to see for once the thoughts of me –

Carried on into another, shared by those who pass the cover.

To see the work amount to glee, to know for once I’m not diseased.

Finding out is not so bad, as long as finding makes you glad.

– Thomas M. Watt

Wild Bill

Wild Bill

Wild Bill is by far the most menacing of all his bandits. He carries with him an 11 inch Belgium pacifier. The sawed-off shotgun is attached to a shoulder sling, and lining the interior of his black coat are steel hacksaw blades.

He was the father figure to my main character Michael, influencing him into committing both the Bandit Beach Massacre and the Slave Owner Slaughter.

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Trouble’s fade

A way, a trouble, a thought aglow,

these are the forms all people know,

to seek no comfort is for the few,

to seek to know more like you,

to rise at morning past forgotten,

to sleep at night with woes down-trodden,

to seek what’s hard is hard to seek,

to strive for more is effort’s peak.

It is impossible as man once said,

it is too hard for most to tread,

the path to do what you want to,

the path to see what is beyond it too.

The way to be, to live and breath,

the life of struggle is for me.

For see small problems and how they pass,

Observe nature and the way similes lasts.

Do not fear do not be afraid,

Do not be angry and do not rage,

When failure comes smashing through,

Remember what I spoke to you,

Nothing happens from scared man’s rest,

only less struggle, and less distress.

If you wish to see dreams do,

if you want to live them through.

Get up, get out, and try away,

count your troubles then watch them fade.

– Thomas M. Watt