Im Moving
Category: Writing and Poetry

Hello yall. I would like to invite all of you to my new myspace page (which is still under constructions) which will now be the home for my poetry and other writings. Feel free to come check it out and don't for get to add me both as a friend and please subscribe to. If you do I will make you a cookie. Ok I won't make you a cookie but I will think about it doing it cause you are special. Thanks yall.

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Tag
Category: Writing and Poetry

At the request of Still Standing.............
I unveil myself..........


Tag Blog

I was tagged by Still Standing," I'm going to have to kill you after revealing so much about myself". This started as a light exercise, but being as she says "deep" good luck with that.

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Each player in this game starts with 7 weird (or not weird) facts about themselves. People who get "tagged" need to write a blog of their own containing 7 weird things as well and state the rules clearly. In the end you need to choose 7 people to be "tagged" and list their names. YOU CANNOT "tag" ANYONE THAT "tagged" YOU.......Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you have been tagged "in their comment box and tell them to read your blog for the rules.....
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1. I play Magic the Gathering. I tried twice to go Pro but never fully got there. I have been playing since I was in the sixth grade.

2. I am a huge fan of cartoons. Any cartoon character is more real than most people I see on T.V. or real life. Scary.

3. I Hate to fly. I have only flown twice. Once when I was 2 and just a couple of months ago to see my Bro in Cali

4.  I hate the Beach. Something about the sea and all that sunny and hot stuff. I do love going to the lake but hate the sea and sandy beaches.

5. I have been writing poetry since 3^rd grade cause the Smart People (psychiatrist) said I was depressed. I started on a piece of paper that said today I feel… I wrote mad, mad, mad, mad, mad… on the hole page.

6. I ran away from school in the 3^rd grade cause my teacher said I was stupid. Then I was sent to the psychiatrist and she said I was depressed. I love how my teacher calling me stupid makes me depressed.

7.  I love to dance when I'm wasted. I know white boy dancing, its funny.

1. Deb

2. Becky

3. PFC Hammerquist

4. Andrea

5. Chaise

6. danie marie

7. Vaginatarian

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Shadow Thought
Category: Writing and Poetry

The last breath spent wishing

Keeping the mind locked tight

The world turned to another day

Another play with no good review

So I stepped out up of bed

Brushed my teeth and washed my head

Of all the voices screaming to let go

Put a cigarette to these lips

And hit the streets of where I live

I pass the corner where I was last night

Now a bright sun, not a drunk fight

How much changes the perception

When light is thrown on top

The time spent walking

Lost in the dreams fading light

Close are my eyes at night

But busy they keep the memories

When that's all I have left

To see the face and the voice

Of the only one I wish to know

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Falling From View
Category: Writing and Poetry

When the story got old

And the characters predictable

Did we fall out of grace

Of the general public gratitude

Was it time for a re-cast

A call for fresh blood

Can an old boy learn new tricks

Or will he be left with the sick

So the story of day

Last only 24 hours

Then its back page

Lower right corner

And nobody notices

The fallen disgrace

Of a man

Lost

In the rat race

12:51 PM - 8 Comments - 12 Kudos - Add Comment

How Much Longer
Category: Writing and Poetry

The pain of a man

Strikes the heart of his killing illness

Death creeps ever closer to his last hours

And they punish him for what he does to it

Just cause he won't take the pills

They take all he has

Because he grows

Fuck that let him live

Why the hell can't he have his peace

Just cause it don't pay taxes

Then let him pay

I'm sure he would

If at all to relieve the sore tired travel of life

He's not out killing, stealing, or destroying society

He's trying to cope

Trying to be at ease

So let the man be

Let the man smoke a little weed

2:03 PM - 7 Comments - 13 Kudos - Add Comment

No Rain Only Grey Clouds
Category: Writing and Poetry

Now I walk home alone

No rain

Just clouds

Threatening

To beat me down

If I slow my pace

The quick banter of my tongue

Saying what my wants need

And forgetting your needs

I plead to the sky

No ears to hear

The thoughts in my head

I want

I bleed

This day dream is consuming me

When will walking ware worrisome thoughts away

How hectic has helping harassed my dismay

I dreamt the fairy tale ending

Just a story I tell myself

So I can pacify this reality

Enter into a comfy house

Go sit down by a warm side

Watch the news and slowly slide

Into years of a new life born

The completing of the circle

From birth to death

From friend to a lover

In the end shall anyone find

The answers to any sane mind

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From My Journal
Category: Writing and Poetry

I try to forget

But the memories flood back

Like time on a clock

Comes back around

And the feelings over rush

I can't help but to want

To feel you next to me

Reaching out I can't touch you

Just one kiss

Just one chance

But I know

That I need to stay away

I need to go back before

The feelings took hold

But high school was so long ago

I wish and thats all I can do

So I pack my thoughts

Take the train to the coast

Place my bets on being lost

But at least I won't be able

To play the games

We both play

You wanting a friend

Me wanting to hold your hand

I'm running from an Angel

She's running from a devil

The days are long

And my minds not that strong

So I kiss the thought

Place it under my pillow

And dream like I always do

That one day I will make it through

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Once Again Here I Stand
Category: Writing and Poetry

This is a roughf draft of a peice I've been working on for the past couple of weeks. Its mainly ideas of where I want this peice to go. Thank you all for reading.

Can I please this world

Make it understand

The view to which I ascribe

Do my words linger in the minds

Of those who say I'm blind

I chose my choice

I said my prayers

To an enteogenic mind

Opened thoughts

That never could find

So I said hello

You said goodbye

I learn in this world

While you stay behind

You know, I know

We all die

But I know

I won't cry

When death calls to me

And I treat it kind

This life is all I have

Its all I can see

So I live

When you sigh

Cause you wanted to do

What I've already done

Make a run

On your morals

Take a chance with your life

I LIVE

YOU DIE

The truth to the story

The end will only tell

But have fun believing

In your Heaven and Hell

Worry whether you got the invite

To God's formal ball room dance

While your hoping the devil won't be nice

To me as I suffer and cry in eternity

Ha, Ha, Ha, and Ha

You know the Romans had Gods

The Greeks

The Germans

The English

The Native Americans

The Chinese

The Japanese

Yet their all old and dead

Look whose the only one left

The ones who don't believe

Religions come and go

They are but long lived fads

Remember pogs, beanie babies, and baseball chewing gum

They are childhood memories

Childhood beliefs lost in a whirl wind of grief

Cause Santa, Easter Bunnies, and Tooth Fairies all died when I was three

They just like a god go into disbelief

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Reminded by the Sheep

There is a place for the mind to rest

But I can't seem to find it

I tare away from the pace of death

Look at my life

And try to question it

Why I ended where I did?

Was it the abuse of a child?

The fear of his parent's religion?

The fairy tale answers to reality?

What ever it was I stand here

Questioning all

Believing nothing

But I do believe

I do believe I will die

I do not believe in a god

I do believe I'm alive

I do not believe in an ideology

All the substance's can not help me forget

That I know very, very, very little

But what I do know

I know is more so right, than wrong

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Dieing at Birth
Category: Writing and Poetry

In the morning of a birth

The world turned

Fell from orbit

And began to begin

But the beginning was but the end

Of the story to be lost

Just where he began

Is but a blank void

Searching blind

For answers none can find

Try to remember but can't

The memories went by to fast

Few stay for recollections

How much we wish to retain

But they slowly slip down the drain

6:37 AM - 10 Comments - 18 Kudos - Add Comment

Friends No More
Category: Writing and Poetry

I seem to hard to try

and I don't know why

But here I go on what

This mind has to say

Feeling like I just got out of jail

I look to the world and I fail

To see the beauty, the myths

All lost in the riffs

Of a melancholy death trip

Enveloping the soul

Draining the energy

I searched

I lost and did not see

I tried and tried

But all in all

All that I felt

I was not amused

By this little game

That you all use

So here and now

Now and here

I declare

I decree

That NO MORE
Will I interfere,

Will I care,

Will you hear

Me call,

Or even speak

Cause I am gone

But you're the ones to leave

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Timbercreek
Category: Writing and Poetry

I pick the rock to skip

Across the pond

Its been awhile

Since last time

This place I spent my life

So old, so decadent

Falling ever more into the void

Of fading memories

Its not what it used to be

Its not what I remember at all

How eyes shift from wave

To the trees

Where I rode my bike

Where I learned to smoke

The mysterious shadows

Filling in secure hiding places

I see an empty beer

I laugh

I sigh

I remember why

I moved

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Walking to Work
Category: Writing and Poetry

The air takes to make

The time I have

A better wake-

ing dream

cool breezes

sunny clouds

I lost but

The home team

Won

So I take a step

Lift my chin

Forget what and when

Tired but I keep the beat

With my feet

As they hit the street

I smile a soft grin

As I see you moving in

I approach

Take a stance

Make my move

But you block my advance

Flash a ring

Sorry I'll keep on a moven

Keep my pace

Watch my shadow

Trace my face

Across the concrete

Jungle

Speak to say hi

But I duck and hide

When the bums try to collide

Take a quick brake

Steal the money that I make

I can barely get by myself

What makes you think I can help

I need the liquor from the shelf

Just as bad as your broke self

I aint try'en to be hard

I aint try'en to be a prick

Just I look at you and see

Why'd you call in sick?

Lose the pay check

The rent

The bills

Yeah were all stressen

I'm just tired of messen

Take care of your self

Don't let the world welt

The souls of your heart

Grab your belt

And show them how you felt

Punch in

Punch out

But sorry I'm about to be late

Got to get into work

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A Word To All
Category: Writing and Poetry

Hello All,

Thank you all so much for reading what I write. I am sorry to those I do not comment back on their page. I do read the majority of all my subscriptions it just takes to much time to leave comments on all of them. One thing is the only time I have a computer is Mon thru Fri at work. So I gots to get my work done first.

To the ladies who inspire so many of my works, thanks. I mean it literally and sarcastically. If it were not for you I would be sane. If I were sane I would have nothing to write about.  If I had nothing to write about I think my life would be bland. So thanks for adding a little (or a lot depending on who you are) spice to things.

Also I would love to give credit to my Family. Besides the ladies they have played a very big part in my writings as well. I know they do not agree with about 90% of what I do, but they love me and I love them.

The last group of people I would like to thank are my friends. I know myspace only sees a fraction of my writings, but you all have seen the countless journals and spirals pilling in their corner. Thank you for the time you have spent reading the drunken scribbling, the frantic scratches of a mad man, and the broken letters of a fragile heart. Plus ya'll tell me when I'm being dramatic and when I'm being real.

So to wrap this up THANK YOU ALL.

My best wishes to you.

Paul James Hammerquist

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Always Never
Category: Writing and Poetry

Peace of mind

In no space to be found

I lost my hope

Now I sit and find

The inner sanctum

An inner breath

I left the words hanging

On the mirror in the bathroom

I left after the thought

Bought, what it was

That I could have

Never ever caught

Prayers fall to an empty heaven

Peace is never at hand

Only drenching that

To which I can not have

She never wanted me,

As much as I wanted her.

She never wanted me!!!

As much as I want her!!!

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