THE ULTIMATE POETRY COLLECTION 2002
BOOK #08
WHAT I CAN’T TAKE
I can take being alone,
I can take having no home;
What I can’t take,
Is mistake after mistake;
Doing nothing to break the hate,
To change my fate.
July 19, 2002
HAD IT WITH YOU
I’ve had enough of you,
Your trash and lies,
I’m sick of being spat on;
If you move to hack or slap,
I’ll punch back.
Cause I’ve had it with you,
No more dark caves or rivers you’ll take me to,
Cause I’ve had it with you.
Talk about king of Jerk City,
Or any member of this grovelling clergy,
And you’ll find yourself,
Running out of my county,
Cause the mention of their names,
And your head has a million dollar bounty.
I’ve had enough of you,
Your trash and lies,
I’m sick of being spat on;
If you move to hack or slap,
I’ll punch back.
Cause I’ve had it with you,
No more dark caves or rivers you’ll take me to,
Cause I’ve had it with you.
No more flower girl,
Offering penance and peace.
My flowers instantly dried in your hands,
Took me – the flower girl – to dark lands,
With the aid of your hot fan.
But now acrid acid id all I give.
You show, and I’ll put you through a sieve.
I’ve had enough of you,
Your trash and lies,
I’m sick of being spat on;
If you move to hack or slap,
I’ll punch back.
Cause I’ve had it with you,
No more dark caves or rivers you’ll take me to,
Cause I’ve had it with you.
July 20, 2002
INCONSIDERATE
You’re so inconsiderate,
With other people’s feelings;
You attack without warnings,
A vicious attack to shred the awnings.
You’re inconsiderate.
You don’t care,
What you blare,
You just say,
Your mind;
The other you leave far behind.
You’re so inconsiderate,
With other peoples’ feelings;
You attack without warnings,
A vicious attack to shred the awnings.
You forget that what you say,
Hurts the other person,
In a deeply paining way.
Anyone else would know;
But you’re inconsiderate,
Just plain inconsiderate.
You’re so inconsiderate,
With other peoples’ feelings;
You attack without warnings,
A vicious attack to shred the awnings.
July 20, 2002
GROW UP
It’s about time I grow up,
This child's’ mind,
Makes me want to throw up.
Cause I’m getting older,
And I yearn to grow up,
I’m sick of being like a pup.
July 20, 2002
HOMELY GAZE
His blue eyes were pretty,
Sparkled in the dark,
Like glitter – very showy,
Caught your gaze.
But the superficial specks’,
Appeal fades,
When put against your eyes gaze.
Your eyes are like velvet,
Dark and soft, feels good.
Brown, like smooth mahogany wood,
In the cosy cabin;
Lights a warm fire in my den.
July 21, 2002
COME BACK TO IT
I have no idea what I’m feeling,
My heart’s just reeling;
So lets just say,
We’ll think about this, another day,
And go on,
Humming to an un-composed song.
I’m not going to get trapped.
I’ve put a stop in the door,
So I don’t get closed in,
To what I could be feeling;
Anyway I’ll get nothing but pain,
If I let what’s possible into my brain;
So lets just let heart hum with glee,
And come back to it,
On another eve.
July 19, 2002
July 21, 2002
TOYING WITH AN IDEA
Was just toying with an idea,
Playing with an if;
But now I give the idea a biff.
The whole idea makes me stiff.
Won’t be toying with the idea no more.
I’m going to shop at a different store.
July 22, 2002
NOTHING’S HAPPENING
Nothing’s happening,
I’m not in love again.
Nothing’s happening,
Though thankful for feeling.
But nothing is happening,
No heart strings,
Nothing.
Was just grateful for making me see,
How to live without he,
Making me independent and free.
For that I am very grateful,
But we won’t close the heart strings to tie a we.
I tell you nothing’s happening,
I’m not in love again.
Nothing’s happening,
Though thankful for feeling.
But nothing is happening,
No heart strings,
Nothing.
Need a long break,
From relationships’ heartache.
I’d be crazy to jump back in,
When I just did a marathon swim.
But even if I did wouldn’t be with him.
Hear me nothing’s happening,
I’m not in love again.
Nothing’s happening,
Though thankful for feeling.
But nothing is happening,
No heart strings,
Nothing.
July 22, 2002
OPPOSITE VIEW
Don’t you know?
Can’t you understand?
The best way to get over a bad man,
Is to trick yourself into,
Thinking it wasn’t true,
And changing the face of your dream guy,
So you don’t get stuck asking why.
I never ever want back again.
Never want the wire,
Clasping at my back;
Never want the fire,
Or the eyes that aspired –
That’s why I expired.
Don’t you know?
Can’t you understand?
The best way to get over a bad man,
Is to trick yourself into,
Thinking it wasn’t true,
And changing the face of your dream guy,
So you don’t get stuck asking why.
Blue, ignorance, moods;
To once I was glued,
Makes me reel in disgust,
Abandonment, mistrust;
That’s reason to switch to,
An opposite view.
Don’t you know?
Can’t you understand?
The best way to get over a bad man,
Is to trick yourself into,
Thinking it wasn’t true,
And changing the face of your dream guy,
So you don’t get stuck asking why.
July 22, 2002
POSITIVE OUTLOOK
Looking forward to my days.
Seeing the suns’ rays,
As I lift my gaze.
Just golden rays,
Happiness plays,
As I shift my ways,
And lunge into my days.
July 22, 2002
ME AND CHI
It’s over;
No more you, you, or you.
It’s over;
No more games, no more zoos.
I can live life carefree.
Just me,
And my fave friend Chi.
Yeah it’s just we,
We’ll live for the day.
It’s just we,
Have fun in our own way.
As we move on,
Carry ourselves along,
No more pong.
For it’s definitely over;
No more you, you, or you.
It’s over;
No more games, no more zoos.
I can live life carefree.
Just me,
And my fave friend Chi.
We ride on the right side,
No more fights, claws, or bites.
The strain washed away,
As we leave and go our own way.
We don’t know where we travel,
Just two gals flying free;
Yeah, it’s just we.
Cause it’s over;
No more you, you, or you.
It’s over;
No more games, no more zoos.
I can live life carefree.
Just me,
And my fave friend Chi.
July 22, 2002
CIRCLE OF FRIENDS
The circle of friends,
Dissimulated,
Until there was just two.
Yeah, crumbled away,
From all the crazy play,
Became more estranged,
Until only two remained.
July 22, 2002
COCOONED
It’s a crisp winters’ day,
In bed I stay,