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[scatteredthoughts2]

Wondering

I wonder if you still think of me;

Because I oft times think of you,

But your love for me was not meant to be,

Whilst my love for you was true.

I wonder if you ever call my name,

If something brings my name to mind,

You see, my love for you is still the same;

And of the most enduring kind.

I wonder if you dream of me,

Do you see me in the night,

Because in dreams I'll always be with thee,

Until the early morning light.

I wonder if you are moving on,

Because I'm stuck in the same place,

And though I know your love for me is gone,

Your lips I still can taste.

I wonder if we'll ever meet again,

If our paths will ever cross,

Because without you here, I am gone insane,

Without you here, I'm lost

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts

[claphandsound]

Emergence

In this dim cave

under busy city streets

you might follow

the right echo

on its swerving

stretching journey

past grabbing shadows

and sizzling tar pits

so far

into expansive

sunlit meadows

covered with swaying

smiling black eyed susans

and there you might pause

to listen more closely

to the fizzy hum

of honey bees

and the luminous

spread of life.

 Something inside you

begins to glow

like the face of the moon

emerging from the veil –

peering through parting mounds of vapor.

  © Scott Thompson    

[wheretheinkflows]

Grief

In the dark crevices of the mind

sits a creature, undescribable

breathing in the scent of every carcass left behind

twisted into a shape, unrecognizable

to be untwisted and made whole again

.

Every disguise that was never thought to be one

and every wrinkle etching itself, untruthful

distinguished moments eons and a second apart

rising and falling in the depths of a well, unbidden

turned into the sea of ferocious waves sweeping out

.

The water receding back into infinty with

broken glass reflecting stars, unblinking

as the night sky created patterns, no, provided

to humanity a brush to stroke its simple beauty

remains only that, remains of a life long abandned

.

A peak of my perspective of Will Graham's mind

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[getcareless]

Three Months Since

Three months since we had last held any hands;

we don’t talk anymore and we don’t even glance.

As perchance my vestiges scatter in advance.

We got caught up and mixed up

that it didn’t matter on the stance.

Are we feeling mad or are we trance?

The music still rings from that Saturday’s dance.

Where’d you go -

because none of my past understands.

It’s like a dream where I get laughed at

for not having any pants.

Write my epitaph as if I’ve just about had it with romance.

JP

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[scatteredthoughts2]

THE HAVE ALL ESCAPED.

I thought I had them locked away;

Safely under lock and key,

Never again to see the light of day,

Never more to torture me.

But somehow, they have broken out,

Somehow, they have all returned

Now inside my head, they scream and shout,

Crossing bridges I thought I'd burned.

I had them buried, oh so deep,

I had them hidden where no light could shine,

But they all escaped whilst I was asleep,

Telling me, they would e'er be mine.

I knew this day was bound to come,

Yet I told myself it would be alright,

It's easy whilst you're in the sun,

To forget about the dark of night.

And now they're here, they are here to stay,

Whispering, screaming, reminding me,

All the memories I had locked away,

My memories have been all set free.

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts

[claphandsound]

What swims away

Every moment in our lives

slips from our grasp

and swims from sight – most

disappear into open ocean oblivion.

Goodbye to those as we journey on.

But some large shimmering fish

and even certain tiny minnows

slide through aquatic channels

into the chambers of memory

occasionally flashing in and out of sight.

  © Scott Thompson    

[internalearthquake]

Perhaps you weren't my other half and I was indeed half empty because when you walked away, nothing felt missing yet nothing felt whole.

- @internalearthquake

[wheretheinkflows]

Perpetual

Sometimes I feel like a clock, time ahead and time behind

A never-ending journey to travel till a destination I should find

I trace the longest hand of anxiety, racing through the quarter

While the shortest one of legacy, grinds hard in life’s mortar

And the middle one which inspires jealousy, counting every minute for what it is

As we search the caves of existence, to complete our life’s analysis

[scatteredthoughts2]

SILENT IS THE NIGHT.

Silent is the night,

when everyone's asleep,

No one hears my pain,

no one hears me weep.

Everyone's in dreamland,

and no one will ever see,

How lonely is my night,

how I ache to dream with thee.

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts

[scatteredthoughts2]

The Homecoming.

The train pulls into Mullingar,

And I wipe away a tear,

It's my first time home in many years,

And no one knows I'm here.

The station looks the same,

But it's still a lonesome place:

It brings back a stab of pain,

Of when I last kissed your sweet face.

I walk up to the Green Bridge,

And look up towards Patrick Street,

I see Clarke's Bar on the left,

Where our family used to meet.

I look down on Dominick Street,

Through the blowing, swirling snow,

And though I know the town so well,

I don't know which way to go.

I go into Days Bazaar,

For a coffee and a scone,

It was the book shop that I loved,

The last time I was home.

And from my table by the window,

I watch the crowds go by,

Searching every face,

Hoping some will catch my eye.

But who's that in the Market Square?

With microphone in hand,

Joe Dolan sings out loud,

With his ghostly Drifters Band.

The Greville Arms I enter,

And my heart lifts up with joy,

For the first one there to greet me,

Is my old friend " Nodger Boyle ".

Nodger fills me in on the lost years,

When last I was at home,

We share a laugh and we share some tears,

And, when he leaves , I'm all alone.

All alone with just my thoughts,

All alone; there's only me,

All that's left for me are ghosts;

All my loved ones in the cemetery.

I leave and walk back to the station,

Wondering why I came back home,

Was I dreaming someone would be waiting,

That I would not be on my own.

The train pulls in and I take a seat,

And I leave Mullingar behind,

It was only ghosts that I came to meet;

Only ghosts that I could find.

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts

[scatteredthoughts2]

DANCING WITH A LEPRECHAUN.

When you are dancing with a Leprechaun,

The Leprechaun calls the tune,

He will use you as a pawn,

Beneath a blood-red moon.

He will promise you your wildest dreams,

And tell you your the only one,

But beware, all's not as it seems,

And of you he's making fun.

He is charming and beguiling,

He's as slick as oily eels,

He'll bewitch you when he's smiling,

As he dances jigs and reels.

He will fill you up with poteen,

Till you don't know your religion,

He will dress you all in green,

And have you cooing like a pigeon.

And as the moon begins to wane,

The sun rising in the east,

He'll befuddle your poor brain,

For he's a cruel and nasty beast.

You will wake up far from home,

With a sore and aching head,

You'll be cold and all alone,

And far from your nice warm bed.

So never dance with a Leprechaun,

He will trick you and beguil,

He will laugh and call you amadawn,

And at your troubles he will smile.

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts

[scatteredthoughts2]

Distances So Wide.

I died the day you went away,

I broke up all inside,

I felt my world just slip away,

Like the ebbing of the tide.

I prayed that you'd come back someday,

But the distance was too wide,

My life, my love, had gone away,

And I hung my head and cried.

I begged and pleaded with you to stay,

To be my blushing bride,

But you just smiled and turned away,

And my pleading you denied.

And now there's nothing left to say,

I'm all broken up inside,

My life, my love, has flown away,

And the distance is so wide.

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts

[scatteredthoughts2]

HIDING IN MY ROOM.

When I hide myself away from the world,

I go inside my room,

I'm like a frightened little bird,

Hiding from the moon.

I'm afraid of what's going on outside,

And I don't want to be involved,

So inside my room I try to hide,

And pray my worries will dissolve.

Inside my room I'm all alone,

And I'm safe inside these walls,

A sanctuary of wood and stone,

Where no one ever calls.

Inside my room, it is so quiet,

And I feel complete and whole,

In thoughts I drift into the night,

And I listen to my soul.

But I know I must come out some day,

And live among living,

I can't keep myself all locked away,

I can't take without some giving.

But into my room I will return,

And again I will be free,

It's guiding light will forever burn,

Just calling out to me.

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts

[scatteredthoughts2]

Watching the Clock.

It is evening time, at a quarter to seven,

And just the sound of your voice will send me to heaven,

It has been so long, it's been such a long while,

And I'm making sure to charge my mobile.

An hour has passed, it's a quarter to eight,

But I'm not at all worried, you are just a bit late,

I am sitting here calm; I know you'll call soon,

And then your sweet voice will fill up the room.

The moon has now risen, it's a quarter to nine,

And I'm telling myself everything will be fine,

You probably got caught, in the traffic in town,

And I'm not feeling sad, no I'm not feeling down.

I look at the clock, it's a quarter to ten,

And I'm starting to think that you've done it again;

You have left me here waiting for the sound of your voice,

And the thoughts in my head are not a bit nice.

Another hour has passed, it is ten forty-five,

And I'm starting to wonder if you're still alive,

How could you hurt me and keep me waiting here,

The way that you treat me is not a bit fair.

Twelve forty-five, it is almost midnight,

And I sit in the dark, in the eerie moonlight,

My phone, it is silent, there is no word from you,

And I'm wracking my head, I don't know what to do.

A quarter to one, there's no more to be done,

The waiting is over, there's a text on my phone,

You said you are sorry, that you're finished with me,

That you want your life back, that you want to be free.

It's a quarter to two, and I'm lying in bed,

My phone is all smashed, all broken and dead,

I know I won't sleep, I'll just lie here and weep,

I loved you so much, but your love , I can't keep.

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts