oh well
by Dave Thomas on Friday, 1 July 2011 at 09:21 ·
Here I am.
Got jam on my ham
and flies on my spam.
I got butter up my arm
and Im stuttering though calm.
What on earth is wrong
just like looks
common sense
has faded.
Gone.
Gone.
Why is every smile black?
Every compliment an attack.
Every hello is a what can you give me?
Thoughts of self not dead,
just deadly.
My mind, invisible,
sends me pictures
of dark masked emotions
never before known.
All my devotion to life simply thrown
in a flash.
Into the trash.
Into the mish mash
of an empty cold soul
once called me.
Pick up my crap.
Dont leave mess out of spite.
Little thoughts like that
keep the spirit alight.
I will fight like a cunt
to stay in front
of this me impersonator.
This unseen desecrator
of my life and love
This donater of mental violence
from both sides,
above and below.
With each new day
will come strength
till old me.
Unafraid.
Intense
grabs the world and says
IM BACK!!!
Passionate,heartfelt love
will again bloom
from my body,spirit and soul
refilling the empty room
where my harmless. beautiful mind
sat peacefully.
I dream that dream
everyday.
From it I take encouragement
not sorrow.
If I cant come home today
I,ll try again tomorrow.
oh well........ dave thomas 01/07/2011 0920 a.m
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Simply beautiful
Thank you so much...Thats a first for me and I,m completely chuffed...I,ve never shown anything before....I have a few short ones floating around in my head cos I,ve never written them down. They are very personal to me,not because they are full of doom and gloom,cos they,re not..I don,t think they would be understood and maybe labeled ( Written by a loony which is absolutely true....Can I send to you to read...ps If you think they are good,bad,or whatever please tell me..
Yes of course! The trick to poetry is that sometimes it doesn't have to make sense as long as it is meaningful to you! send me some!
Okey dokey.. I,ll have a rummage thru the old cerebral sawdust ...They wont be in any order,like dates times..You will get them in the same random order as I do..I dont hang out with wanna be Oscar Wildes who dress like Lawrence Llewelyn Bowen..I,m a pretty bog standard ex care home child,ex army nurse and recently released single dad.Im as happy as Larry and everything Ive ever put together has been spontaneous anddone there and then...There is no anger,hate or self loathing in any of them..I,m just me.I sometimes have the sense of humour of an eight year old.I laugh at farts and sometimes I do bloody go on.
I just been to see a guy downstairs..Hes a bit wobbly so over the yrs my daughters and me hav kept a discreet eye on him..He was standing by his window..Any way I told him a couple of bad jokes and came back home............Ive just thought up 2 bits of nonsense for you in appreciation of ur compliment to me
1 DONT DO IT MATE
Dont do it mate,come away from the window.
We all have days wen we feel insecure.
Go and relax on that chair by the door.
Just look inside ur head.
You,ll see ur worth so much more.
But even more crucial than all of this is.
I live on the f*****g ground floor.
2 We need more Jefs
I once told a joke
to a bloke
called Jeff.
Jeff was deaf
but he still smiled.
Cos inside Jeff
is an innocent child
who,through Jeff
is a breath
of fresh air
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