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Mark Thomson

Mark's story told to Sofie: Why are you involved in the writing group? I basically started the group 2 ½ years ago. My personal issues needed an outlet which I found in writing. How did you start writing? Boredom, I needed stimulation for my mind. Where do you see yourself going? As far as I can take myself. What makes the group so important? it has kept my sanity for 2 years and I enjoy sharing ideas with others. Where do you get your inspiration? From life in general.

FULL FLOW

 

 

Meh reason fir writin poetry is ti stimulate then activate

the words that eh now generate,

they then penetrate like a burnin

desire, it diz so inspire.

 

Meh will ti write words we passion

put the gither in an ordinary fashion

then in meh eyes thirs an instant

attraction, meh poem his jist kickstarted rite inta action.

O' boy diz it gie me

Satisfaction.

 

Now eh jist whant ti keep talking and rockin

and tell yi things that ir shockin,

eh love ti caress an express an undress,

it's flowin it's movin it's funky it's happnin it's here

it's now, is it me, is it you

Or is it us?

 

Its happnin again em off again

em comin alive.

It's fresh it's fest it's got rhythm

It's got soul it's the feelins that ev got

that eh use ti survive eh write them doon.

That's how eh talk, ev learnt ti walk ev learnt ti work,

It aint so bad but eh still feel the hurt.

 

But its meh passion ti write that maks me

feel ahrite, nae nonsense nae bullshite

jist the weh it is, the wey its always been.

Well that’s jist aboot enough fae me

em comin ti the end em nearly free.

This is how eh tell meh poetry…

 

 

TRY BEING ME

 

Naebuddie said it wiz gonna be easy

The things ev done were predictable,

precarious.

These situations that eh wid

find mehself in were nothing

new.

 

The things eh kin tell yi wid

Send shivers up yir spine.

 

Every day when I glance over

Meh shoulder, meh days git colder,

These thoughts o mine ir no ablaze

But jist seem to smoulder.

Are they mine? Eh dinna ken?

 

Still they smoulder, as time gits

Anither day older.

Meh dreams are in distant lands

Bitten fingernails

Shattered plans

 

Ticking are meh thoughts wi only

Negative vibes.

These thoughts eh cannot describe

But deal wi the best eh can

And still eh call myself a man

 

Try being me.

 

A man eh am the things em dain now
Eh shoulda been dain a lang time ago
Ev now learnt a lot o things that eh never knew.

Only now when eh look over meh shoulder,
Thirs nae shivers up an doon meh spine
Time is o the essence ablaze we positive vibes

Ir the mine ,eh do believe the are.

Still as time gits older, lands distant
Ir held within meh dreams
Held the gither we nails an a new
Set o plans, tickin ir meh thoughts
that eh kin now describe in weh”s
Ti the best o meh abilty.

Fae a man that’s delt we a few problems in life
An hid ti cope an tak responsibility
In order ti reach meh full
Capabilities.

Try Being me.

Yi only see whut yi want ti see

Here eh stand at the back “O” a lens
Focused on surroundins
That somebuddie kens.


Hears the hilltoon in “A” its glory
Every closie tells a story.


Twa minutes fae the toon centre an
Only its tenants dare enter.


It’s a far creh fae perfect
But ane “O” neglect
An a lack “O” respect
That the hilltoon diz
Accept?


A bleak reminder
Through a view finder
Brought ti light
Fae a vision “O” sight


There ti stay an wont go away
Close yir eyes...


that’s the only way?

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