THE ULTIMATE POETRY COLLECTION 2002
BOOK #12
SARCASTIC
Boo, hoo, hoo,
He left me for two.
Boo, hoo, hoo,
I’m no longer on his pew.
Boo,hoo, hoo,
My life was for the king.
Boo, hoo, hoo,
I am only alive with him.
Hey if you can’t guess,
I’m being sarcastic,
I’ve never felt so ecstatic with his gone.
Yeah, I feel better,
Not nearly so sick;
His drugs have worn off,
I’m off, I’m off.
Whoo, hoo, hoo,
He left me for two.
Whoo, hoo, hoo,
I’m no longer on his pew.
Whoo, hoo, hoo,
My life is for the queen.
Whoo, hoo, hoo,
I’m alive – he’s a has been.
September 14, 2002
SERPENT GUY
Your face is that of a serpent,
Long, and mean,
With snake-like eyes,
Which hypnotise,
If one takes too close a look.
You also move like a serpent,
Stealthily slide –
Very slyly;
Yeah, you’re just like a serpent,
You’re a serpent guy.
September 14, 2002
NO RE-ENTRY
I can’t believe how I fell for you,
Completely, utterly, fell right through;
My friend thinks you hypnotised me,
Well I don’t think that is likely.
All I know is that I see you,
And I turn and enter another room.
It’s pathetic to me how girls get caught in your blue sea,
It’s amazing, and humiliating, one of those girls was me.
But never again will that be,
I’ve come to the point of no re-entry.
September 14, 2002
NO LIKELY
You think you can push yourself on me?
Cause you hold some scathing inner need.
Ha! I’ll tell you now if you ever touch me,
I’m going to scream.
And you know just as I,
That my scream is loud and very high,
I’ll grab the attention of anyone nearby,
And make you half deaf at the same time.
You think you can push yourself on me?
Ha! Not likely.
September 15, 2002
ANIMAL ATTRACTION
It’s raw, wild, passionate attraction,
Sizzles makes him restless for some serious action.
Yeah it’s raw, wild, passionate attraction,
Keeps him up as he daydreams serious action.
He sits by her,
She leans on her guy,
Who gives him the evil eye.
Takes all of his self-control,
To keep his flirting hands at bay;
His body gets so worked up,
He has to in a rush move away.
It’s raw, wild, passionate attraction,
Sizzles makes him restless for some serious action.
Yeah it’s raw, wild, passionate attraction,
Keeps him up as he daydreams serious action.
His eye catches her form in the empty dorm,
Quickly he approaches her.
Talks for a while – makes her smile,
Which makes heart trip hammer to abnormal heights;
Spontaneously he pushes himself onto her,
And his world is unbelievable bright,
As he makes her see light.
It’s raw, wild, passionate attraction,
Sizzles makes him restless for some serious action.
Yeah it’s raw, wild, passionate attraction,
Keeps him up as he daydreams serious action.
He opens his eyes,
He’s drenched in sweat – bed soaking wet.
There had be no lone form in an empty dorm,
He groans with forlorn.
He feels no lust come to him like a violent storm,
And lights a cigarette to calm the blood in his arm.
It’s raw, wild, passionate attraction,
Sizzles makes him restless for some serious action.
Yeah it’s raw, wild, passionate attraction,
Keeps him up as he daydreams serious action.
September 15, 2002
SLIPPING GRIP
I don’t know what’s happening to my world,
I don’t know where my mind is.
All I know is that I’m stuck in an abyss,
And I’m burning inside,
As matter consumes time.
Yeah, frustrations are making me tear at my hair,
And when it’s not I’m floating through the air.
I can see I’m going nowhere,
And my grip’s taking the slip.
I hold the bat in my hand,
As I swing it flies,
And hits the runner coming home in the left side;
I swipe a hand over my eyes,
Serves me right for looking at the butterflies.
I don’t know what’s happening to my world,
I don’t know where my mind is.
All I know is that I’m stuck in an abyss,
And I’m burning inside,
As matter consumes time.
Yeah, frustrations are making me tear at my hair,
And when it’s not I’m floating through the air.
I can see I’m going nowhere,
And my grip’s taking the slip.
I look at the words in front of me,
So easy to read;
But I can’t memorise the simple, short lines,
All my tongue utters is how I’m wasting more time,
And that nothing, nothing, is fine.
I don’t know what’s happening to my world,
I don’t know where my mind is.
All I know is that I’m stuck in an abyss,
And I’m burning inside,
As matter consumes time.
Yeah, frustrations are making me tear at my hair,
And when it’s not I’m floating through the air.
I can see I’m going nowhere,
And my grip’s taking the slip.
September 15, 2002
GIRL IN THE GARDEN
She sits on her swing,
Spring flowers blooming,
Adorning her in sensuous perfume.
A joyful face is what she should ideally be wearing,
But we see she is seriously staring,
Past the gardens’ gate,
Nibbling on her lower lip;
She doesn’t seem to notice the drips,
Of ink running from her pen,
Down her hand,
Along her skin, to the ground.
Perhaps she doesn’t care,
Thoughts more interested,
In pondering what life is like out there,
Past the chrome gates;
I stare and wonder if she sees,
Herself in a life past the blissful trees;
If she sees a different fate,
From the one that is so easily shaped.
September 15, 2002
HOME
Baby don’t quench your hope,
Baby don’t bench press your dreams,
Baby don’t squash down anything.
I’m going to give it to you,
And take you past the kooky cockatoos,
To the place which was made for you,
In which belongs me and you.
September 15, 2002
DOUBTFUL
You said that you would never let go,
But I don’t think that was ever so.
I think you only liked to write pretty lines,
You said that you would never let go,
But deep in your heart I don’t think it was ever so.
September 15, 2002
OBVIOUS
It’s obvious I won’t be holding your hand,
It’s obvious no one is going to save me from this land;
It’s obvious to me that I have to stop dreaming,
It’s obvious that nothing ever had any special meaning.
September 15, 2002
LETTING GO
I’ve had to do this before,
Rid, cleanse,
With myself make amends.
It’s hard to let the poison go –
It’s like a drug addiction -
Makes you feel low initially,
But if you stick to it,
Eventually you are free,
No more havoc,
Life becomes easy.
September 15, 2002
NEVER UNDERSTAND
I don’t think you’ve ever bent down onto your knees,
I don’t think you’ve ever felt alone;
I don’t think you know what you’re talking about,
When you say you’ll hurt if I walk out.
I think you’re as shallow as a pond,
Wanting to be as deep as a pool;
I don’t think you know what it means,
When someone says I love you.
True to many it may mean nothing,
But if you knew me at all,
You’d know it means I’d give you all,
Life, death, and all the rest;
But why am I wasting my breath?
You’ll never understand cause it’s not you;
I can’t hammer it in for you to view,
This sight is a galaxy away from you.
September 15, 2002
GOODBYE
This is the night I say goodbye,
Let everything wilt and die;