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Run Faster
Dream a dream of words and sleep,
live a life of hope and deeds.
Pray you won’t waste another day,
Waiting for the grey to fade.
Rise today and raise your wings,
To your fears I say you scream:
This world is mean, at times obscene, at times I seek a sign to see.
I say I say I say to you, the truth of fear is it’s untrue.
There is no thing you cannot do, no dream that can’t be made real too.
No reason to lie to yourself and say “I can’t” or “Well I fell.”
For when we struggle we feel some pain, and in that pain we don’t see gain.
But if you rise and rise again, push through the pain and play pretend –
If you run when you can’t see – you’ll finish first, then believe me.
– Thomas M. Watt
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
The Crowds
Weary achy tired mood.
Lips of others sound no good.
All this speaking of bull-shit, too much saying your thoughts I quit.
What ever happened to that one kid who said what he said and did what he did?
Where are the people who used to laugh loud because something was funny and they just messed around.
What’s wrong McWatty? Why don’t you laugh? Don’t you know cheese goes to mightiest rats?
I’ll tell you right now because I don’t jive with that. I care little for respecting big bears with big hats. I care nothing for circles who speak this and that. I like to talk about real thoughts and speak. I like to listen and help fill some needs. I like to build to grow and to share. For some tearing down I do not ever dare.
Hello big crowd I see you’re all laughing. Sorry to say I find mighty rats nasty. As far as the bear with big hats and the claws, as far as the way social groups talk – Not down with it. Not up with it either. I’ve been on the bottom and I’ve met something deeper. You know who He is so I don’t have to say it, but one more last thing I save my laugh for later.
– Thomas M. Watt
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
Various thoughts that fit Together in my Untamed Mind
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
I Need to Be
Feel your stare your absent glare your want of knowing what’s in there,
Know you sought to know me through, I’ve got not much to say to you.
I’m sorry girl but don’t you see these thoughts have got the best of me.
Would rather here some more ’bout you like what it is you want to do.
Tired of the thoughts of me, tired of wanting, needing sleep.
Say to me the things unsaid the things most folks so often dread.
You know the words the rhythmic blues the fear of saying just what is true.
I know you feel it ’cause I do to, I know just what is plaguing you.
But don’t you see the vision’s free the only way to ecstasy.
You hear me spinning words like that, that’s just to get you on your back.
No I’m kidding, joking please. Don’t mean to make you quake you knees.
Ah nice slap that hurt a bit I’m sorry girl I cannot quit.
Sometimes the way these thoughts expel like flagrant breaths through quiets yells.
Baby girl it’s back to you, tell me so I feel them too.
Don’t ask me what, you know the answer, it’s penned inside your heart’s disaster.
Show me pain and misery I’ll show you mine but for a fee.
I swear it tears me up inside, pulls my heart out, leaves me dry.
Please don’t go there, please don’t please, please just see I need to be.
Not quite trying, nothing cares, here’s the secret I’d like to share –
Hold your moans your throbbing chest, you cannot let me get the best.
Oh quit trying to play me please it’s all a game until you weep.
Sorry girl, you have to know, the thoughts own me I have to go.
– Thomas M. Watt
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
Editing
Words fall down to death by red sword, pen cuts out the excess whores.
Red pen ink, to my page, stains the thoughts I pressed in pain.
Cut the shit the darlings too, kill the ego made from ruse.
Red line runs through half a page, cuts out these words I thought were great.
Cut the shit, cut it through, line-to-line an ‘X’ marks lose.
Red ink here and there a lot, lines by circle coffee blots.
Oh what action oh what prose guess what my words it’s time to go,
Leave my pages, I’m sucking thin, the story goes without you in.
I am so sorry, understand, the reader has made his own demands.
He said your lovely quite alright but he fears you’re endless plight.
You see dear words your painted tint, a sort of way to fake a win.
I guess you came to satisfy these thoughts of mine which I thought write.
Looks like I tossed you in a pile, mulled you over for a while.
Fell in love with your sweet mirth, should not have slept with Mrs. Adverb.
Time to say goodbye to you, nice to make you show such truths.
I am so sorry and so sad it’s come to this oh yes it has,
One more chance to let you speak, just one last thought I’m setting free.
The words that float and sound so good, the two I say do sound so rude.
I’m going to have to end with that, a spit of banter yet compact,
Off you go unneeded prose, take your charm you’ve been disposed.
No more fancy, no more show, grab your friend and off you go.
Suck my words into the night, enjoy this rhyme and sleep alright.
Read a thing a time or two, see it’s madness writing for you.
Well my words goodbye you two, bull-shit ends now – I bid ado.
– Thomas M. Watt
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