THE ULTIMATE POETRY COLLECTION 2002
BOOK #05
NOW I SEE
Now I see,
I am me,
I am free,
I can do whatever I please.
No one’s there to hold me back.
I can do what I want,
When I want,
And not look back.
I blamed you,
You, and you,
For pulling me down.
That was true
For a minute or two;
But then it turned,
Habitual,
Became more like,
A ritual.
But now I see,
I am me,
I am free,
Can do whatever I please.
No one’s there to hold me back.
I can do what I want,
When I want,
And not look back.
I’m determined,
Oh, so determined,
To overcome,
Make my dreams run.
I know what I can be,
I’m certain,
Of the deeds,
In which I can succeed.
Just need to fix,
Then break free.
Cause now I see,
I am me,
I am free,
I can do whatever I please.
No one’s there to pull me back.
I can do what I want,
When I want,
And not look back.
May 2, 2002
SICK OF YOU
So sick of you,
So sick of you,
You, Mr. Perfect,
Mr. Cool – the fool.
So sick of you,
I’m going to leave.
You will not have me,
No, not have me,
Have all the girls you need,
But you will not have me,
I’m going to leave.
Your games,
Are not fun.
You’re a black sun,
Casting shadows all around;
You enjoy darkening the ground,
And you love to see me frown,
You love to see me down.
So sick of you,
So sick of you,
You, Mr. Perfect,
Mr. Cool – the fool.
So sick of you,
I’m going to leave.
You will not have me,
No, not have me,
Have all the girls you need,
But you will not have me,
I’m going to leave.
I’m making,
Mr. Two, Mr. One,
To his arms,
I’m going to run.
His eyes may not be blue,
But at least he’s honest,
Unlike you.
So sick of you,
So sick of you,
You, Mr. Perfect,
Mr. Cool – the fool.
So sick of you,
I’m going to leave.
You will not have me,
No, not have me,
Have all the girls you need,
But you will not have me,
I’m going to leave.
May 2, 2002
BLISTERS
I have,
Blisters on my toes,
The puss inside,
Continues to grow.
Aches underneath,
Skin is bulging,
But soon the blisters,
Will not be,
For they will die,
Eventually.
May 2, 2002
CAPTIVATED
I’m captivated,
Infatuated,
Hear and feeling inflated,
By a love you insinuated,
Which you also incinerated,
Before it was ever instigated.
It is yet to be fully inter-graded,
But I remain captivated.
May 2, 2002
CAN’T HELP LOVING YOU
No matter what you do,
I can’t help loving you.
I tell you I won’t stay,
However love never,
Lets me stay far away.
May 2, 2002
IMAGINATIONS’ VOICE
You think I write,
From the heart –
But no, oh no,
My heart couldn’t even start.
I don’t know a thing,
About love and such related feelings.
It’s my imaginations voice which sings,
And is heard in my writings.
May 3, 2002
HUMAN JUNK FOOD
Why is it,
When our loyal, best friends,
Invite us to stay,
We turn away,
And head to the alleyway.
A few words,
Human junk food,
You know it’s bad for you.
You’d feel better,
If you left he who hurts you;
But then,
Few words,
Human junk food.
You enjoy hot sizzling nights,
And then lie under foggy streetlights.
You swear to diet,
Every time he deceits,
But within a week your diet retreats.
A dew words,
Human junk food,
You know it’s bad for you.
You’d feel better,
If you left he who hurts you;
But then,
Few words,
Human junk food.
May 3, 2002
COLD
I never knew,
Life would be so cold,
Without your arms,
Without you hold.
Now the weather around me,
Is rather draft,
And I want you to hold me,
Press me close;
But your arms,
No longer hold,
And I’m so cold.
May 3, 2002
AS THE SUN SET
As the sun set in the sky tonight,
I felt so light.
As the red fire warmed me inside,
I felt so bright.
As the colours faded into night,
I felt life would be alright.
May 3, 2002
HARD DAYS
Some days are hard,
You’re all confused,
You don’t know what to do,
Don’t know which path to choose.
Things just get tossed around,
Thoughts, strain, pain, disdain,
Make you somersault to the ground.
An endless merry-go-round you seem to ride,
With him always in minds’ sight;
You cry as you try to fight,
But deep down you know,
You have to make wrongs right.
May 4, 2002
THE BEGINNING
One touch from you,
Is all it took,
To get me hooked,
Keeping my love life booked.
A few words from you,
Sent me swimming,
In rose scented water,
Suns’ reflection glistening;
And this was only the beginning.
May 4, 2002
ESCAPE
I’m going to go
I’ll make my escape
And then I’ll show
So we can make our escape
I can go higher
To the place where I belong
I can find home yonder
And be freed by those who long
I’m going to go
I’ll make my escape
And then I’ll show
So we can make our escape
We can become higher
Build the place where we belong
We can travel yonder
And always know together we are home
I’m going to go
I’ll make my escape
And then I’ll show
So we can make our escape
May 4, 2002
1:09
YOU’RE NOT A LIAR
I shouldn’t have called you a liar,