THE ULTIMATE POETRY COLLECTION 2002
BOOK #06
I fought,
Fought so hard -
The stranger hit.
It were as if a boulder,
Had fallen on me,
But I didn’t let it intimidate.
Ii fought, and fought,
As the battering ram,
Came forth with more force.
The large fist,
Pushed by a swing,
Was the last thing I had seen.
June 1, 2002
The crowd gathered round,
The girls´ bloodied and battered form.
They stood still whispering how,
They forgot to help the girl out now.
The man clothed in white and grey,
Pushed the individuals away,
Keeping tears at bay;
He knelt down and frowned,
Blood lay all around.
He tentatively touched her swollen face,
So cold was her skin.
Colder then anything,
He had ever felt -
The coldest blizzard,
The largest piece of ice;
Her skin gave his fingers frostbite.
He carefully leaned over her,
Cleared his throat as his bruised heart singed -
The crowd instantly cringed,
Deeply appalled,
As he pushed a kiss,
Upon the dead, battered human beings’ icy lips.
His heart lifted to swing,
For the faceless pulverised thing.
He contracted his stomach for stamina,
Before he tilted his head and breathed into her.
His love streamed amongst breaths’ misty river -
He breathed in life.
She fluttered her eyes,
Like a newly emerged butterfly,
Trying out its wings.
Her skin glowed with renewed health,
The scars, the hurt, the intolerable pain,
Had been swept away.
She was alive.
He helped her up,
And held her close to his side.
As they walked,
He stared at the nameless crowd like a hawk,
Ready to pounce on any,
Who dared get in their way -
Ready to demolish any,
Who stared a tad too much,
Or dared to dream to touch.
The crowd gasped,
Kept the two in sight,
Until they completely disappeared,
Beyond the foggy streetlight.
June 1, 2002
It’s amazing,
How the mean,
Just sweep away,
All they said,
From their head;
No remorse,
No regret,
They just forget.
June 2, 2002
He has a dark side to him,
A stark side to him,
A dark light hues him;
But those who view him,
Can never see,
The turmoil,
The darkening sea,
Behind his carefree guise –
The deceptive mask that hides,
All the dark inside.
June 2, 2002
Why is it?
When something is not understood,
It’s looked upon with disdain,
And beaten again, and again.
Why is it?
Being different is to be restrained,
Individualism, a threat to be refrained.
Why should the misunderstood,
Be pushed into the mould,
Shaped, to fit the popular mode,
Where shallowness is the code.
May 2, 2002
As I crawl,
On my hands and knees,
Through slimy, worm infested mud,
Sharp scratching nails grasp from behind.
They attack – deeply gash,
Try to pull me back,
Far into the night;
However I fight and continue on,
Steadily advancing forth,
As I grab the slippery earth,
And pull myself along,
Crawling away from al wrong.
May 31, 2002
June 3, 2002
What a beautiful dream,
To be in a field so green,
Accompanied by a sky so blue,
Bathed completely in a golden hue,
As I walk hand in hand with you.
June 3, 2002
I’ve seen the golden lake a thousand times,
But every time a new awed tingle hits my mind,
The glow of rippling molten gold,
Never grows old.
The golden lake is a natural treasure,
Which I could gaze upon forever.
June 3, 2002
Where did love go?
It’s like a love story grown old,
A romance filled world grown cold,
As nature’s natural grace,
Is swept off Earth’s face.
June 4, 2002
Though in my heart,
Darkness shrouds,
Your warmth clouds,
The glowing core,
Protecting me,
From becoming,
A dark entity –
An obscenity.
May 28, 2002
June 4, 2002
You wanted to write on the rings,
All that we felt,
Al that made our heart’s melt;
You wanted to bring,
Flashback of everything -
From the first time,
When we were in each other’s sight,
To the delight,
Of every pleasurable moonlit night;
I searched my brain,
But no world could explain,
Or come close to describe,
All that was felt inside.
A name, I couldn’t find.
May 28, 2002
June 4, 2002
I am so happy,
I just wanted to share,
My smile all around,
While its glowing bright,
Illuminating another’s sight,
Creating a little bit of delight,
Before my smile fades,
Into the dark night.
June 4, 2002
My head swarms,
As I feel loves’ touch;
It sings like a bumblebee,
Excitedly buzzing inside of me.
“Buzz, buzz,
Buzz, buzz,” it sings,
As it tickles me with its wings;
I feel as warm as a glove,
As light as a dove;
Only a heart buttered in love,
Can buzz this much.
May 21, 2002
June 4, 2002
You lighten my river,
Make the pain stop its flow.
You brighten my river,
Make feeling glow.
June 5, 2002
A feeling,
Never explained,
Just came,
And willed.
Ignored,
It slowly killed –
Chilled,
It quickly pained.