THE ULTIMATE POETRY COLLECTION 2002
BOOK #09
I DEFINITELY MIND
You say to your gang,
“She doesn’t mind if you offend her.
I don’t mind?
Well you must be blind.
Of course I mind!
It doesn’t change my mind;
But I definitely mind,
When you are unkind.
Don’t think I’m blindly absorbed with you,
I can at any time turn my back too,
And cause you one thousand knives of pain,
Don’t think I can’t do the same.
You say to your gang,
“She doesn’t mind if you offend her.
I don’t mind?
Well you must be blind.
Of course I mind!
It doesn’t change my mind;
But I definitely mind,
When you are unkind.
I can at any time, any place,
Pour the scolding coffee onto your perfect face.
I can turn my shoe on you,
But the question remains do I want to?
You say to your gang,
“She doesn’t mind if you offend her.
I don’t mind?
Well you must be blind.
Of course I mind!
It doesn’t change my mind;
But I definitely mind,
When you are unkind.
August 08, 2002
CLEANING OUT MY ROOM
Go,
Take your eyes so blue,
Take your wife along with you,
And make sure your obese slut goes along too.
I’ve got the dustpan and broom,
I’m cleaning out my room.
Go out with all the dust,
I need a life without disgust.
You are all grimy seeds,
Who put others in pain,
Cause of your foul minded needs;
I’m sick of all of you.
I’ve got the dustpan and broom,
I’m cleaning out my room.
I’ve had it with all your lies, and deceits,
I’m sick of being hurt cause you’re all feeling curt.
I’m sick of being the jigsaw piece,
That you all keep gnawing on week after week.
I’ve got the dustpan and broom,
I’m cleaning out my room.
Go out with all the dust,
I need a life without disgust.
You are all grimy seeds,
Who put others in pain,
Cause of your foul minded needs;
I’m sick of all of you.
I’ve got the dustpan and broom,
I’m cleaning out my room.
The only one I’d make exceptions for,
Is the one who held me before I crashed on the floor.
He was the friend who I was scolded to leave,
But he was the only one who was nice to me.
The rest of you can be locked out of view,
I’ve got the dustpan and broom,
I’m cleaning out my room.
Go out with all the dust,
I need a life without disgust.
You are all grimy seeds,
Who put others in pain,
Cause of your foul minded needs;
I’m sick of all of you.
I’ve got the dustpan and broom,
I’m cleaning out my room.
August 08, 2002
BROKEN DREAM
He, broke the tail of a shooting dream,
She, smashed the head.
Now there’s hardly anything,
Nothing to make you run away,
Nothing to make you stay;
Just fragmented spray.
August 09, 2002
I HATE YOU
I hate you so much,
I still feel your hand-prints on me,
And I can’t get over you,
Even though you heartrendingly hurt me.
So I can only keep curtly saying, I hate,
Cause you hold on my heart I can’t break.
August 09, 2002
MISSING OUT
As much as I hate you,
I love you so much more.
You always make tears fall,
Painfully to the floor,
Cause I’m missing out on a life of we,
I’m missing out on waking with you beside me,
And it kills me.
August 09, 2002
THE LONE MAN IN THE BAR
The pianist n the near empty bar,
In the corner of the room a lone man smokes his cigar.
He deeply inhales the tar,
Thinks about girls only liking him for his car.
He then imagines an angel who knocks all the other men out with a bar,
Cause she’s completely his – he’s her star,
Drives her whenever he pleases like his treasured car,
Who gives him warming squeezes when she gazed from afar.
The lone man smokes his cigar,
No pianist plays in the empty bar.
August 09, 2002
UNEXPECTEDLY REMINDED
I watch a movie,
The word ‘hurt’ is uttered in argument,
I’m instantly dropped on hard cement.
As I lay still getting increasingly cold,
Ii quiver from being hurt by your hold.
August 09, 2002
NEVER KNOWN
I’ve never known any other people,
Got whom I’m more enraptured and scared.
I’ve never know any other people,
For whom I’ve both hated and cared.
I’ve never known any other people,
Who are more intelligent fools.
I’ve never know any other people,
For whom I’d bend all rules.
August 09, 2002
BRIEF SEPARATION
A small break apart,
I think, would be good for everyone’s mind and heart.
Need to make the cream clear, white as snow,
Need to put everything in perspective,
So I can grow and glow.
August 09, 2002
POISONOUS SUBSTANCE
Every morning,
I have to get pumped in my head,
Just to get me out of bed.
Each step after that is of lead,
You’re deteriorating a hole that could leave me dead.
You’re the poisonous substance,
Filling my veins.
Make tears burn like acid rain,
As you bring bowlfuls of pain.
You bring me no sustenance,
You’re a poisonous substance.
I continue mimicking movements,
To get me through sickly days;
Pushing myself to move in all sorts of ways.
Some days I’m waterlogged – they’re very hard.
But I keep reminding myself, “You hold the cure card.”
You’re the poisonous substance,
Filling my veins.
Make tears burn like acid rain,
As you bring bowlfuls of pain.
You bring me no sustenance,
You’re a poisonous substance.
August 10, 2002
SWEEPING AGAIN
How could I forget so fast?
The night of wandering hands!
I’m not wife, or mummy, Mr Crawl,
So crawl out the back door!
You ruined the friendship,
When you parked on me your ship.
I’m sweeping again my floor,
All go out the door!
I’m sick of everyone – everything,
And the pain and joylessness you all bring.
I’m sweeping again,
Till the dust and dirt is in the bin.
August 10, 2002
LOVES’ VIOLATION
I feel I’ve been violated,
My soul no longer pure.
Gosh, your love,
Was so obscure.