Tired.

I feel your pain your hearts demise the thoughts of lonely killing time.

I know your sights I feel your eyes I see the thing between the lines.

i know that when you sing to me and when you smile and when you think,

It all comes out as just one color a depth of blue a smidge of palor. 

I’m sorry for the pain of old the thoughts of knowing what you’ve been told.

How much pain can one heart take how much longer until what’s fake –

Is no longer is no more how many lives have burnt for sure.

Just come right here your hand to me kiss me with smile fill me with sing.

I’ll take you in swirl you around and show you how to kill a frown.

Hello my little lovely one I love you smile I love your fun.

I’m sorry I can’t express too I’m sorry I can’t say I do.

I’m sorry I am just a wall like one dumb man slow thoughts and all.

It brings me pain you never guessed to know exactly how I impress.

What kind of creatures bumps like this? What kind of man can’t enjoy bliss?

What has happened when one man takes all that’s outside and sees the cake.

What is wrong that my mind see the thoughts inside with clarity.

And why is it that what’s in front, in front my face at felt with touch, why is it I don’t know you I can’t seem to divide the two.

I have no wall built in my brain the thoughts are filed the things are lame.

Can’t quite tell you how it goes cannot explain why no one knows.

Cannot quite give you my hand because you see I don’t understand.

Cannot break through a wall of shouts cannot make sense of why some pout.

Cannot know why some do lie cannot quite see why some speak dry.

Cannot hide behind this mouth cannot quite state what others shout.

How much pain does right thought bring, how much loss do good hearts string. 

I wish I could get up go there and say the thing I said right here.

But instead the words jot down just like a poem kind of profound.

See me laughing shake my hand say good day say bye old friend.

The days of life though they are numbered are adding up and still they slumber.

Not one knows and not one cares that I see clearer here than there,

– Thomas M. Watt 

Hello Good Morning

 

Hello, good morning, good day to you.

No more frowns or thoughts of doom.

Let’s be happy just this once,

Let’s have a laugh and then a bunch.

No need to be so over-dramatic,

No need to live by overreacting.

It’s not the time to up and quit,

When will you realize it’s pursuit that wins?

Lovely laughing laughing lots.

Smile widely there is no cost.

No need to fret or disagree,

Just take my hand and laugh with me.

– Thomas M. Watt

Here Comes Next Stage

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Tempers flare here comes frustration Writers Conference Registration,

Hope I didn’t just waste this year hope I make connections here.

Hope to lay my cards to table hope to interest them in fables.

Tired of these sleepless nights tired of my write sight.

Need to get away from here move to next task a different gear.

Much too long in isolation far too long with no consolation.

Time to make a dime or two a penny or a thousand few.

Let’s get me somewhere find a name move on from here and too next stage.

Sorry fellows but I’ve been thinking, without a fan my work is sinking.

– Thomas M. Watt

I Doth Sweat

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Sweat profusing from my head and my arms legs and then

I go outside to sweat some more this sun beats hard these rays are whores.

Cannot tell you how to spell can only say the rhymes I tell.

Though some of them are much better though some of them go much deeper.

This one’s not as good no I don’t think I’m pretty sure this rhyme doth stink.

You know what man I don’t quite care I’m sweating badly through my hair my underarms they do sweat too I smell so bad I shouldn’t tell you.

Well you know a-ha pity, Doe a dear a female thing. What the heck is with my mind why this guy rhyme all the time?

It’s a crazy a gift I’m told no not really a curse of old these rhymes keep coming talking too I don’t know why you read them through.

Ya da-da da-dey de dom, dom de do na jay asom. Lesson learned no not a thing just a matter of time wasting.

How depressing this rhyme is whatever I don’t care I wrote this shit. But before and on this day I wrote a story I thought was great guess it sucked no one read it just another piece of shit but if seemed good from what I read, but then again it was in my head I hope that you’ve enjoyed our time I hope you kinda liked my rhyme but if you didn’t I don’t care go read that story cause it’s still there.

– Thomas M. Watt