#scatteredthoughts2

[scatteredthoughts2]

Nightmare.

I dreamt that I had died,

I was all alone, so no one cried.

I was taken from my home,

In a black bag zipped up tight.

And I tried to tell someone,

That I really was alright.

They placed me on a tray,

And inside, I tried to pray.

But they opened up my chest,

And started poking round inside,

And I tried and tried my best,

To say I had not died.

They lifted out my heart,

And started tearing it apart.

My kidneys, lungs and liver,

Were next to be removed,

With flueds, flowing like a river,

Running down the table's groove.

Then they opened up my skull,

And my brain they tried to pull.

I did not feel a thing,

I was numb from head to toe,

Observing everything,

And watching the whole show.

I was wishing I was dead,

With my brain pulled from my head.

Then they cut it up in pieces,

And they were talking all the time,

About their children and their nieces,

And of sharing some good wine.

I must have fell asleep,

And in my soul began to weep.

And the next thing that I knew,

I was lying in a coffin,

I could not see, I could not view,

Then my box began a rocking.

I was lowered in the ground,

People praying, all around.

I could hear them clear as day,

As I lay there in my bed,

Then the sound of falling clay,

Started pounding in my head.

I woke up in a sweat,

Gasping for some breath.

I was glad I was alright,

Relieved to be alive,

But, oh boy! what a fright!

And thanked God I did survive.

@Ambrose Harte

@scatteredthoughts2

[vujime]

Sunshine gone.

Shivering in cold.

Left the truth behind.

Went away from reality.

For a warm touch.

The touch was there.

Caressed by warmth,

Started healing.

Only to realise,

It was not out of love.

Don't know what it was.

As the touch couldn't see,

It just felt.

Felt the anger,

The jealousy in me.

So it withdrew.

Abandoned,

Dying of cold again.

Searched n searched for touch

It left me to feel somebody else.

It's warmth caresses somebody else now.

Winter is my destiny,

As sunshine's gone forever.

[intothevortex]

.....your ghost don't look so well .....

by Ambrose Harte @scatteredthoughts2 

It’s been many years since last we met,

and now we meet, we meet in death,

a lifetime’s o'er, a lifetime’s gone,

what’s past is past, what’s done is done.

Your ghost don’t look so very well,

I guess it’s all them years in hell,

and you don’t scare me, I have no fear,

even though, I sent you there.

Am I dreaming now? I’m not so sure!

maybe the police, are at my door,

perhaps they found, the grave I made,

where no holy words, were ever read.

I have no remorse; no tears I’ve wept,

you died too fast, that’s my one regret,

and if only I could have my way,

you would die again, every single day.

written by Ambrose Harte / Scattered Thoughts 2. read by @intothevortex

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Once again I am thrilled to present a reading of a poem by my long-time Tumblr friend Ambrose Harte @ambroseharte & @scatteredthoughts2

Ambrose is the master of the macabre, and I adore his “dark poetry”. In the last years, I made quite a couple of readings of Ambrose’s work, but this is the first one that I posted to this blog. And I am sure it won’t be the last.

Thank you very much, my friend, for giving me the permission to do so.

[sarah-irura]

Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications!

Thank you @unmondefou for the tag.

Reading books, legal texts, articles, basically any written material that I find interesting.

Writing anything that comes to mind either from legal research or from self reflection and experience.

Texting and chatting virtually, human connection albeit online gives me a sense of belonging.

Being engaged in tasks that challenge my intellect or spurs on meaningful debate among like minded individuals.

Listening to music (or should I say Linkin Park and Imagine Dragons mostly).

I am tagging @praggya1993 @instruth @dg-fragments @internalearthquake @seventhskywords @dbaydenny @scatteredthoughts2 @scribblersobia @dolores-hazy @dancing-on-the-waves@kiramalibu @katrinnac @adamantseal @aubriestar

@teaspirationss @just-4-thought

If you so wish to join the happy.

[stephiramona]

Fading to black and white

My camera is failing me, And that fills me up with fright, What once was bright and colourful, Is now in black and white.

What once was clear and vivid, Gets darker every day, And my memories of sunshine, Are now clouds of mourning grey.

My focus is all misty, And the landscape's in a cloud, And what once was full of life, Now lies dead beneath a shroud.

But the camera never lies; What you see is what you get, And my photos are all fading, And I'm filled up with regret.

Poem: Ambrose Hart @ambroseharte @scatteredthoughts2

Photo: Stephi @stephiramona @ramonasphotos

[qveeniji]

THANK YOU @scatteredthoughts2©!!!

Hello dearest friend,

I am writing from next door,

And though we are best friends,

I would love if we were more.

If I tell you how I'm feeling,

Then you might move away,

So I try my best to hide it,

Though I see you every day.

There are moments when I tingle,

When our hands do lightly touch,

I want to throw my arms around you,

And say I love you very much.

But if you pulled away from me,

If you turned and walked away,

Things could never be the same again;

It would be the saddest day.

~To you~

[blackbeanspoetry]

From @mondscheinprnzssn:

Pass the happy! When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications. @mettaton-official @vrosko @jenntherobot @boonanawamma @theycalledmehoney @baby-gayest @augustinemirrorball @ballycotton24 @brokenglass0cean @scatteredthoughts2 - sorrrrryyyyyy if you don’t like being tagged in these things :(

Lying face up in a field, watching clouds move

Wandering aimlessly around foreign cities 

Vibing with people I’ve just met

The sensation after swimming in cold water

Overcoming the shit-scared feeling just before kissing someone 

N.B. Not necessarily a top 5 and there’s a whole lot more of life’s little pleasures I could list.

[palatinewolfsblog]

On scattered thoughts (Hommage a scatteredthoughts2) 

[intothevortex]

The “Sunday Poem”

I noticed with quite a bit of shock that my long-time Tumblr-friend, the Master of the Macabre, Ambrose Harte is missing on my list of “Sunday Poems”. I had to change that. Immediately. So, I read one of my favourite of Ambrose’s poems, the wonderfully dark and eerie “The Soul Collector". And this poem certainly won’t be the last one I’ll read. 

“The Soul Collector”by Ambrose Harte

All my “Sunday Poems” found on my YouTube channel in this playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLzwdqN_pqJncmI52cpbyoHYhE_1jZ1QFp

find Ambrose’s blogs here: @ambroseharte @scatteredthoughts2 and - in case you don’t already do - give him a follow (or two) while you’re at it. His poetry is amazing

Thank you, Ambrose for your “carte blanche” :)

[poetselixir]

Poetselixir Prompt Recap

A big thanks to all of you who participated in the poetselixir prompt last week. Here's a list of the participants. We can't wait to read more of your work for the upcoming prompt. Please let us know if we've miss your name.

@paintmeincolorlovemeingrey

@scatteredthoughts2

@aeromancey

@error-ink-detected

@darkforestroads

@redrivergirl

@eddielhouse

@pelicandensity

@imperial-filth

@watchtuiltje

@teacup13

Keep writing! Keep sharing! :)

[in-my-thinking]

"trick or treat" Halloween is coming but he’s not filled with dread as no monsters that walk the streets can out do those in his head people will walk the footpaths dressed in fancy costumes but he’ll just dress as normal while inside he’s being consumed he’ll hear them at his door knocking but he’ll not let them in as he is not sure they could handle the beasts that lie within yet still they’ll keep on knocking shouting trick or treat but he dare not let them in cos he knows how they will weep but if they keep persisting to knock upon his door he may lose his will power and walk across the floor then come in come in he’ll say coaxing them with sweets locking the door behind them tonight they’ll be his treat then when the night is over and coming is the morn he knows they’ll come a searching for their children that have gone yet they will find no evidence that they were ever there the children and their costumes forever now nowhere come the festive season in that town he will not dwell moving on to a new place to cast his evil spell so children when you go knocking shouting trick or treat I pray you find some goodness in the people that you meet what lives in a fancy house you can never really tell and if at first they don’t answer your knocking or ringing doorbell my advice would be move on and let the occupants just be cos if the door eventually opens I pray it’s not him you see never step over the threshold no matter the promises told as you never will get out again and certainly won’t grow old Thank you to @ambroseharte for dropping this theme into my head. Great poems on that blog and also @scatteredthoughts2

[k-magic-universe]

The Genocide of the Tribes

A joint presentation by The Villain and M.C. Ambrose 

@k-magic-universe @ambroseharte @scatteredthoughts2

The Book of Kells Tome

To Dublin's Viking home

Where the Buffalo no more roam

Where the Natives have no home.

In the Giza Plateau

Or with the dead Pharaohs

Where the Nile used to flow

When the pyramids glowed

Or in Ancient Rome

Or a Greek Hippodrome

Get this in your dome

Like a bullet to your bones 

The genocide of the tribes 

Written by European scribes 

Where the Buffalo don’t roam

And still the Natives have no home 

[scatteredthoughts2]

👻☠🧛‍♂️💀BEWARE! 💀🧛‍♂️☠👻

TONIGHT THE DEAD APPEAR!

👻☠🧛‍♂️💀💀🧛‍♂️☠☠👻

Tonight when you go Trick or Treating,

Beware of whom you might be meeting,

For at every door that you might knock,

You could be in for a nasty shock.

On our street you best beware,

Of where you knock and who'll appear,

For down the road in Twenty-one,

Live the Living Dead ✨ who shun the sun.

There's a crazy guy in Thirty-five,

Who likes to eat his meals 😋 alive,

And across the road in Twenty-four,

You can hear their children scream and roar.

And those who call to Old Thirteen,

Will still be heard 👂 but never seen,

And if at Seven you ring the bell,

You'll be sure to get a glimpse of hell.

Number Three is all bright and gay,

Full of songs and laughter and games to play,

But if you happen to call there,

The whole damn house will disappear.

I'd keep away from Number Eight,

Where some say the devil 🤘 lies in wait,

And the old hag living in Number Nine,

Turns children's blood into sparkling wine 🍷.

There are many places on our street,

It is not safe to Trick or Treat,

And if you call to my front door,

I will keep you here forever more.

@Ambrose Harte

@scatteredthoughts2

[jarel-dot-thepoet]

Ask

If you could be an animal (of any time) what would it be and why? If a land animal, to where would you wander? If a creature of flight, where would you fly? If a being of any of the many bodies of water, where would you swim?

Where would you call home?

I tag/ask:

@heartofmuse

@freedomcatchingmind

@d-aslan17

@emijott

@jonaswpoetry

@scatteredthoughts2

[scatteredthoughts2]

THE RETURN of THE WESTMEATH BACHELOR.

He was living with his brother,

And his little cat and dog,

But now The Westmeath Bachelor,

Has left behind the bog.

He has left behind his country life,

Of cutting turf and planting seed,

And has gone as far as Mullingar;

The capital of Westmeath.

There's a competition starting,

That each year will get bigger and better,

And the slogan they'll be shouting;

" BEEF TO THE HEEL LIKE A MULLINGAR HEIFER ".

They'll be coming here from everywhere,

From New York to Ballymuck,

They will come as far as Mullingar;

To show their flair and pluck.

There'll be prizes and surprises,

There'll be music, thrills and craic,

So if once you come to Mullingar,

You'll be sure to come back.

If you are over eighteen years,

Or under a hundred and eight,

Just come along to Mullingar Town,

And we'll treat you really great.

The Westmeath Bachelor is back in town,

And it's for every single man,

So you're welcome here from everywhere,

From the U.S.A. to Kazakhstan.

@scatteredthoughts2

@Ambrose Harte

@westmeathbachelorfestival