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I'm in With a Shout....

I’m in With a Shout…..

I want to be a writer
but my heads not right,
a poets the best I’ll ever be.
I’ve always been a fighter
but this is out of sight,
shit, what in hells wrong with me

To hear the screen hiss
or the keyboard’s tap,
is something I’d miss,
also pages as they flip n flap.

No good, time for a nap.

Wish I could meet the creator of thought,
I think they’ve got a piece of my mind.
Do you think they’ve ever been sought,
bet no ones tried cause they’re hard to find.

Even as I dream, I still think,
can’t sleep it’s no good.
Next doors dogs kicking up a stink,
poor animals just wanting food.

Buses passing on the dual,
wonder if bus drivers worry.
Used to think driving was cool,
now the whole worlds in a hurry.

Ok, back at the keyboard,
try to get something written.
In my head words are stored,
that girl across the way she’s
truly smitten.

Love, a love poem try that,
never was much good at feeling.
She could be a sullen spoiled brat,
her boyfriend a crook always dealing.

It’s working I can feel it this time,
I’m going to write about romance.
Thinks back I’m even thinking in rhyme,
poet, poetry? oh shit I’ll take a chance.

Right here I go, first shot at poetic verse,
silence, all of a sudden it’s gone quiet.
Scribble some words perhaps rehearse,
come on get to work you’ve got to try it.

Perseverance lots of that what’s needed,
just toughen up get your head in gear.
If only those words of advice I’d heeded,
perhaps I’d write clear story words here.

But here I am trying to write another,
shit, can’t write either discipline now.
Mother of christ why do I bother,
sat still as a statue sweat on my brow.

I should give up can’t pretend anymore,
never understood what the fuss was about.
Written words on a page, there just to bore,
better to gather them up go outside, shout.

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Comments

I know the feeling. Well done, sir

Thanks for posting

Scott

Thank you , Regards Roscoe....

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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First I thought that this is a soliloquy, then realized you are inspiring those who have a mental block how to deal with it without getting frustrated...lol...liked the humor packed in between the lines..

Regards,

raj (sublime_ocean)

Thank you raj. glad you enjoyed. Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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Clashing disciplines can be a real bog. I like how you exercise that here. Are you into writing spoken word at all? I get a hint of that at the opening.

In ink,
David

Thank you David, i just write what ever's in my head. Sometimes i think out loud, especially if i feel something sort of half decent starting. Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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I adore this write- listening to the Velvet Underground simultaneously increases my en-Joyment. Many will relate to this fine unfoldment of writing.

This targeted my third eye:-

Wish I could meet the creator of thought,
I think they’ve got a piece of my mind.
Do you think they’ve ever been sought,
bet no ones tried cause they’re hard to find.

Been asking this question:-

from where do thoughts come from and where do they go?
Quantum Vacuum - but where is THAT!

Namaste,

Lenny, Reverend(of nothing serious!)

Velvet album on YT is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6tsamNxGC9U

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"Death" is nonsense: what is there to die?
"Life"? How could " life" "die"? That is a contradiction
in terms. Can "light" become "darkness"?
"Light" can only cease to be apparent

Wei Wu Wei

Thank you Lenny for your comments, and also the link to the music thoroughly enjoyed listening to their music. Regards Roscoe..

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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