Remember to buy yourself flowers

Remember to buy yourself flowers

And to smile at the things you don’t know

It’s only children that own super powers

And we gain ours helping them grow

Know that love is a blade that can cut you

But it’s hate that will poison your blood

And with time all your truths will come untrue

There are things you don’t know, but you could

And the voice in your head that keeps talki...

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The Traveller

I rode a wave across the sea to find a girl to marry me

But the wave dissolved and the girl too free

So I fell in love with a part of me

The traveller that rides the waves

Under starry skies, past rich man’s graves

So, the wave dissolved and the girl too free

But that paved the path to loving me

I have a twinkle in my eye

And the charm of traveller who does not lie

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Hopscotch

When you’ve been down for so long that your head starts to pop and you know that you’re drowning and know you can’t stop.  When you know that there’s rhyme but you can’t see the reason and your head go on strike and your heart commits treason.  When your stomach is turning, anxiety high, when your blues say hello and your hopes say goodbye.  And confusion is squatting in the halls of your mind, wh...

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There's a life

There is a life I can imagine, I could see us living there

We are dancing naked in a field, the girls have flowers in their hair

The 60’s are reborn again, Love is plentiful and free

We didn’t build a church to it, we just stopped to plant a tree

The factories became galleries, we adorned them with our art

We burned the houses of parliament, began a fresh new start

We made sundia...

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Fuck ups

 

I’m not all sunsets and pan pipes - I’ll be drumbeats and thunder too

I’m sometimes more cataclysm than shooting star - sometimes less happy than being blue

I’m the archetype of a pessimist but also the joker that made him smile

I’m the vibrancy of a summer’s day and the stab of misguided guile

I’m the grit that fell in the Vaseline and the tongue that licked it clean

I’m the s...

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Are You

 

Are you cursing your fatness or hating your thin

Are you holding your breath ‘til your life can begin

Do you want for more money, or wish to be younger

Did you forget to say grace while tongue-tied by hunger

Could your lifestyle be better, was your childhood messed up

When your glass was half empty did you go steal a cup

Does the sun shine too bright, does the moon seem too ...

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Sunshine

 

I love you like an atheist makes the sign of the cross; out of reflex, with no real hope of finding salvation or heaven.

 

I watch you like I’m a firefly trapped in a jar, sometimes envying the finality of the moth that was free enough to find its own flame to ride into peace.

 

I find you in the lines of love stories, the clink of a knife upon a glass, in proclamations left unsai...

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What do you do?

 

 

What do you do when you can’t find your smile and you look to the floor and you stare for a while and your poems sound like paper and your cheese tastes like bread, tap your foot for the demons that dance in your head. And you can’t find the light that shines out of your soul because you sold it for diamonds that you put in a hole, and your spade it got broken and covered in rust so you ...

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2019

The year is 2019

The U.K and U.S have been taken over by xenophobic sociopaths with floppy hair

People haven’t got time to notice the absurdity, because they’re working 6 jobs

The retirement age is about to be raised to 103

My mate John paid more tax than Amazon did last year - John is a cleaner

We all still miss Freddie Mercury immensely

There’s an app that can track planes acro...

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You want a writing tip?

 

Get cheated on

Fall for somebody who can’t love you back

Have a breakdown/ a depression

In an abundancy of lack

 

Set sail upon a voyage

On a prison ship of demons

Your hands chained up in rhymes

While they keelhaul all your reasons

 

Drown yourself in sorrow

While you’re swimming for the light

Evaporate the line that divides

Your day and night

 

F...

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Behind the Thoughts

I’m smoke on a lung, a line never written

A talk without words, an act of contrition

A scarecrow, a jester, a hullabaloo

Not the thing that you asked for

But the one that will do

 

The most serious nonsense that never transpired

An energy spike in the night when you’re tired

I’m wired, I’m bricks, I’m a skylight on acid

I’m electro shock therapy

Until you lay placid

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Fred

Fred was an old guy with wrinkly hands
He sat on a bench, by the church, near my Nan’s
He had a limp in his walk and a turn in his eye
He never spoke out, just watched people go by

Fred was the type that no one understands
He’d push on his stick to get up when he stands
His stick held a diamond, his neck held a scar
He wore rainbow trousers that looked quite bizarre

Fred, he had storie...

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Heart Wide Open

She had that ‘heart wide open’ thing going on,

the one that you find more often in

small children than in adults.

I stared into her eyes and noticed that she

looked upwards at the world in hope. 

Like the roof had been torn off her soul but she was still

brave enough to stand vigil, anticipating a day when

sunlight may come pouring in via the breach.

She had that ‘heart wid...

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Candlelit

 

 

She said I’d never been good at goodbyes

As she sat there with candlelit eyes

And the tear on her cheek

Said what she couldn’t speak

Because tear drops can never tell lies

 

There’s a silence when people they go

A void for emotion to grow

A missed beat of two hearts

When a lover departs

It’s the way of the world don’t you know

 

Ged Thompson

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I dreamt of a girl.

 

I dreamt of a girl.

She wore ribbons in her hair, said it was

“Because the wind longs to dance with it”

A faraway look her eyes, like a woman

Who had travelled to madness and back

Returned with only one truth, that love

Is the only thing worth going mad with

The curves of her body hugged her dress

Like a serpent exploring a new layer of skin

Intuition of a witch and...

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She was the type of girl.

She was the type of girl.

She helped people because it was the only way she knew to be happy.  Built them up in a world where people got so battered down they could only grow sideways at times.  Preferred complement over critique because she felt every god damn thing that they did.  If she listened with her heart for someone she loved; she could hear a silent tear fall into their pillow from th...

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Timelessly

And she whispered words like lemon drops so that only he could hear

Then hid away the best of her, so that only he could see her. 

And she made a pillow from his chest and an anchor from his heart

Then fell asleep so timelessly, with a prayer they’d never part.

 

Ged Thompson

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Scouse Cinderella

Julie was a Scouse Cinderella

Brought up by hard women and their opinions

Crawling through a tunnel of aunties 

Who loved to put the boot in to pretty things

Because they could never be pretty too

A sensitive soul, ever so beautiful

Fallen to the bottom of a matriarchy

Of quick wits and sharp tongues

Self esteem raped by their judgements

At drunken family parties

That...

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Calamity John

Calamity John

 

With and an old man’s eyes and a young man’s wink

Calamity John sat down to drink

His fingers stained with nicotine

While he talked about what might of been

And a look of misadventure never found.

 

He’d travelled the world from an old arm chair

With a remote control as he sat there

Making plans he’d later piss against the wall

 

And now and then...

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Show me your sad face…

Show me your sad face…

Show me your sad face.
The one you hide from the world
I’ll let you know its ok
I won’t try to fix it
I promise.
Show me your sad face
The secret one you don’t like
I won’t try to figure it out 
Or find the answer.
Show me your sad face
Or the one when you cry
Show me the face
Only shown to your pillow.
Show me the darkness
That you hide in the light
Beneat...

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Ether

Cast soft eyes on the world around you

Forge your promises in steel

Let your words and your actions be true

Take your hopes and make them real

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The Little Flower Boy

The Little Flower Boy

 

The little boy he found a seed that may become a flower.

He took it home to keep it safe within an ivory tower

 

He placed it on the window ledge in bedding made of soil

Then gave it food and shaded it so sunlight would not spoil

 

One day he saw a sprout of green, week later, tiny leaf

Hopes that once where dreams to him gave birth to true belief

...

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A Certain Type Of Fool

A Certain Type Of Fool

 

And she showed me the scars on her torso.

Not on the ribs, just underneath

Inside

Next to

Her

Heart.

 

I think she thought I was wise,

I protested in vein

To declare my

Identity as

The fool

That I

Am

 

I know no answers as regards life

Its mysteries or queries

Or cruelty

Or why

We

Get

Scarred

 

She ...

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Promises Starward

The wind blew softly in the trees, echoing an aria of nature around the newly sprouting leaves of spring, as if the wind was christening their entry into the physical world with a gentle playful turbulence.  This was a time of night but darkness was further away from her than it had ever been.  The flames of the fire danced like a hundred blue and orange wood sprites striving towards the heavens b...

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And

And…

 

And love is where you find it not where you wish to grace.

In shadows, rain and blowing in the wind.

 

And faith is where you hide it, not where you choose to place.

In hearts and not the madness of the mind.

 

And future, past and now are found in the person one is now.

Not the person once we knew or used to be.

 

And religion isn’t found in books, in templ...

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Silent Truth

Silent truth

 

And a thousand eyes smile for those who know what love is.

Such a smile could never be traced over lips.

For lips they show emotion as gates to guarded words.

As barriers to the unspoken breath.

 

But the eyes, the eyes, the eyes, the eyes.

Are not indulged such a protection.

Shining silently like stars.

A light adorns their gentleness.

 

Contorti...

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Eyes

Neutiquam erro

Neutiquam erro

 

What things define our destiny in the games of chance we play?

When children born in a new world hold guilt of yesterday

What weight we place upon them as we pass to them our fear

What burdens carry forward that may have stayed with yesteryear

As cycles known and cycles shown, tarry on for years to come

We prove our non existence via; Cognito, ergo sum

For ...

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Grey Children

Grey Children

 

I stepped outside the madness, then the mad ones, called me mad

I stepped outside the sadness and the sad ones called me sad

I chose the sun shine not the rain, I took a gamblers bet

I got labelled an outsider by those standing in the wet

The things they said I could not do I smiled and questioned why?

They said “That’s how it’s got to be” I told them that’s a ...

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Madness on The Moon

Madness on the Moon

 

I dreamt of these people who lived on the moon

Made war with each other and angered too soon

Dropped bombs on each other, their leaders all lied

Paranoia the norm while they plotted and spied

They poisoned their planet to drive bigger cars

It all seemed quite silly, they can’t live on mars!

When someone came homeless they just got ignored

Then they ...

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When I meet her in the night.

When I meet her in the night

 

I had a date with silence last night, I remember what she said

She gently cuddled up to me then kissed me on the head.

 

She emptied thoughts out of my mind and poured herself inside

Then mercury that had set fast, slowly, began to glide.

 

No thoughts to fuel emotions and no actions from what’s felt

Then from the top she trickled down and ...

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meditationSilencetransformation

Zen it happened

Zen it happened

 

When you forget what they told you you are

Then you will know what you really are

I’m here to show you nothingness

And when you are nothing

You are everywhere

You are everything

You are everybody

And They

And you

Are not.

 

GT 27/01/15

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Hearts & Thorns

Hearts & Thorns

 

Romantic hearts will always bleed on Narcissistic thorn

Ad infinitum this occurs until compassion born

 

So those who give but little should not ever see a lot

Some riches can be found in seeing worth in what you’ve got

 

A reach too far, a want too much, will make a rich man poor

He fails to see things he holds that others may adore

 

GT  27/01/1...

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Disinter

Disinter

 

Would you have the courage to disinter dream, to let sands of time take away what has been.

 

To hold your own peace under spiritual threat and give a smile at the ending of mournful regret.

 

To see children as teachers and evil men too.  Until you know silence as silence knows you.

 

Or lay patient in mourning for a time pain will pass when a vision of future i...

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The Train Ride

 

 

Things that Children teach us…

 

A crisp packet waltzes disjointedly across the grey concrete floor of the railway platform in the wind, with all the grace of a drunken great uncle dancing the Macarena at a boozy Irish christening.  Shards of light cascade briskly through the fast moving clouds and a solitary leaf takes to flight as if falling upwards towards heaven.  Like as if th...

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An Aphorism Of Mystery

Mystery haunts knowledge like a sweet aria abating on dead ears.

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One thinks

One thinks

 

The twists and turns and fails and learns?

What life’s about, the truth or doubt?

The wheat from chaff, to cry or laugh?

The body’s soul or minds black hole?

The gentle words, the sky, the birds?

Why are we here, for love not fear?

But how to write to get this right?

Not prose just rhyme. Just rhyme this time.

One thinks

 

 

GT 06/01/14

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Rhetoric

 

 

I’ve found Angels haunting darkness and some riddles clear as answers

Seen evil help the weakest soul saw new lives start with cancers

Studied rocks to learn to fly found learning in forgetting

Saw blood and bone return to dust then watched the new sun setting

Pondered if there is a soul and at what price would I sell

Contemplated on the afterlife and tales the mystics tel...

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Palaces of Words

Palaces of words.

 

We search for truth in thought, build palaces of words and pyramids of philosophy,  but how often do these palaces become crystal unclear prisons and our pyramids lead us to be encapsulated in our own sarcophagus.

 

How often is all this philosophising an exercise in futility, the seeds of idealistic theorising sown on council estate pavements that only seem to hold...

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Whenever

Whenever

 

Whenever snow falls or sun shines

When mothers laugh or children cry

Through tiny cracks and broken lines

If men are born and when they die

 

Tiny diamonds haunt the sky

Fierce fires that burn with light

We never question how or why

They guide us through the night

 

More stars in sky than specks on beach

More diamonds than sand grains

Mere man c...

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For my sister Laura

Note to self

Note to self

 

One thing I know is…. It can take real courage to make mistakes.  Not just to make mistakes but to be willing to live with the consequences.  To whole heartedly accept full responsibility for those errors with a stoic smile.

 

Even if the result of those mistakes is that the whole universe comes crashing into a cascading oblivion.  At the end of days at least, if they ex...

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Just a note to myself

Her & Bear

Her & Bear

 

There was once a girl with a Teddy Bear

The teddy bear was part of her

 

They played, they cuddled they had such fun

They’d sing and dance and laugh and run

 

And then one day she met a boy

Who wished to take care of her toy

 

She loved that boy with all her heart

She always thought they’d never part

 

The boy was mean he hurt the bear

He k...

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The philosopher in the antique shop

People will not always want to buy what you offer.

Remember that it’s not that what you’re exhibiting is not precious.

You are not a salesman. You are not pushing an item.

In a world where people can offer their love to the highest bidder.

Or haggle over pennies.

 

Instead be like the philosopher that sits in his antique shop

Welcome people with a smile as they enter and let t...

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What if

What if silence was the loudest noise and all other sounds distraction.
Maybe silence is the sound of stars, the song they sing from space.
They sing to us from up above with smiles upon their face.

 

Ged Thompson 05/05/14

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Just enough to get you through

 

 

She was a romantic, warm hearted, sentimental fool in a very cold world, the type of world that sometimes seemed to have no refuge for dreamers and those that believe in true love.   At times she would feel loves warm rays dance briskly across her face and the seeds of self worth in her heart would just for an instant anticipate the beginning of spring and the end of her winter.  The spr...

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Our Masterpiece

Our Masterpiece

 

There’s something about Art Galleries.

A beacon for lost souls, the vulnerable.

Cathedrals of catharsis in the worship of art.

Galleries can be that way I’ve noticed.

So much beauty inspired by so much pain.

Maybe we seek the same transmutation internally.

 

She was chirpy, full of energy

But I knew inside she was falling apart.

Sometimes you just...

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real life art

When Stars Danced.

When Stars Danced.

 

In a time once passed, stars danced for us

Butterflies hovered serenely in meditation

Guides whispered messages and Angels and demons waged war

On the battlefield of the soul

 

A time of shipwreck and salvation.  Of death and rebirth

Then christened in the waters of madness

Swaddled in blankets of both wonderment and torment

Guidance was delivered...

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And then the heart does flutter.

And then the heart does flutter

From the slightest of embrace

From the slightest tiny mutter

From the lips upon your face

 

And it’s like nothing ever changed

From the time we both were one

From the time before my heart broke

From the time that you where gone

 

And in that stolen instant

From a place within my heart

From a place no longer distant

From a place...

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Soliloquy of the damned.

Soliloquy of the damned.
 
Is it not, such a bitter sweet paradox that it is only in our deepest moments of despair
that the seeds of compassion already inherent in our souls gain the propensity to germinate. Then in our healing permitted to flower.
 
Would it be the case that without rebuilding we could be whole or must we first be broken to be completed.  Are we left searc...

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Waiting for the duster.

Waiting for the Duster
 
I sit there sometimes just looking at my hand
Is it real?  Am I here?  I ask
 
Oh fuck, it will probably hit me soon
Bet you it smashes me right in the middle of fucking the head
 
An exorcist told me once that its all just a physical illusion
I don’t know if that’s true…But I do know…At least, I think I do anyway
 
We create ...

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True life's an art

 

True life's an art

 

I like to glimpse at the world through the eyes of a child    

See opportunity in tragedy and chances to change  

Try to rebuild the thinking that I once defiled  

And find wonder in things that some others find strange   

 

See past all the small print and survey the big picture   

Chase compassion not fashion, for ...

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