The winding, the binding, the blinding, the sounding of all Hell's pain all Hell's pain
All hell's pain as the life of strife is held down by a knife to the throat
To the throat from the wrist of the other to the throat as you stand powerless
Powerless to the evil intentions of the heart of the other as you stand
As you stand you as you stand in fear with a tear in your eyes
A tear in your eyes = you then remember you are not your disguise
You are not your disguise, you are not the way people talk to you
The way people talk to you when they miss the mark, eye contact and talk down to you
Talk down to you about everything and nothing of any real importance
Any real importance? more like speculative disinformation faked news
Faked news spread around by malicious bad actors and master manipulators.
This
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When the rhymes don't fall as they should
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is
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And you feel ignoring them would be r
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messed
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ibald, don't give up hope that something
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up
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Anything will happen to give reason to s
ound out loud your praises up up u p
Up and down, round and round, never stop, but if you saw me, I'd be sat still
Sat still while the merry-go-what-the-hell-around of my butchered brain and perforated psyche continues
Continues without let-up, except sleep, well, you'd think sleep would provide respite
Respite from the recurring nightmare that I've messed up again, messed up
Up and down, round and round, never stop, but if you saw me, I'd be sat still
Still s till s t ill repeating that line, because, it needs to be repeated
Repeated like the tyre-track ingrained neural pathways that have lead me to trouble
Trouble in the past, trouble in the present, but does it need to be trouble in the future
The future? if it's more of the same no thank you - if it's something new - well, I can but hope
Hope h ope h o pe
H o p e is all we sometimes have to cling to
To grasp at never let go
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Let go
Let
Go
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Of everything
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Everything weighing you down
Down and out, out for the count
Count the things that truly matter
Matter to you
You and no one else
No one else will do it for you
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Do it for you
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Thanks for reading!
Author's Notes: Poem. Inspiration/encouragement for anyone that needs it.
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Paul Stewart
Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
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I liked this one and the part about the butchered brain and merry go round! I have more to say about hope but it’s gonna turn into a likely ramble.
Very dense and expressive with rich imagery.
hope is what I depend on in these times, in this now.
I deeply appreciate the dose of encouragement here. Thank you, Paul! Keeping perspective about what really matters can be easier said than done but boy does it make a difference!
Whoa. The emotional turmoil in this is deep, my friend! I always appreciate the rawness in your work so much. Love that little spark of hope, too
This is a poem that will push you along in the directions you may want to go. Good job.
It reaches a crescendo inflow and rhyme. Good job.
I agree with Caroline, that line punches well above its weight! The entire poem is coiled with power and meaning, Paul! A very worthy effort!
So beautifully and powerfully written! Incredibly inspirational work!
This was an absolute stand out line for me - You are not your disguise, you are not the way people talk to you Great stuff Paul - well done.
Once again, Paul, you've captured the essence of my thought processes entirely (except perhaps for that last line; doing it for myself is kinda difficult to wrap my head around).
Another powerful one, Paul! As Mother Combs said, the flow of this poem is so well done. I love how the end of each line feeds into the next.
beautifully done, Paul, I so loved how each flowed into the other so eloquently. Bravo
Fabulous Paul ✍️⭐️⭐️⭐️🍀