2001 POETRY COLLECTION
DIRECTION
I just don’t belong.
It’s like a line from a sad song.
My family don’t care,
No one knows me here;
I need to find a seer,
To point out the direction of home.
October 6, 2001
LUCKY THE FROG
Little froggy you stared blankly at me
I cried for I knew your soul was set free
Sad was I to see you leave
You carved a place in my heart
I’ll never forget the way you sat
On your favorite leaf – oh were you sad?
Did you long, did you dream to be home?
Though I will never know I think it so
In this respect I’m glad you were freed
From your sorrow from all pain
I hope you are now happy
Always will you hold a place in my heart
I’ll never forget you Lucky
You won my heart from the start
September 29, 2001
OBLIVIOUS TO THE OUTSIDE WORLD
I walked down the road,
On my way to school -
The people I passed didn’t matter,
I was thinking about you.
The shopkeeper sat on a chair,
Drinking from a plastic cup;
Her dog sat down by her feet,
And sniffed as I came by.
I walked down the road,
On my way to school -
The people I passed didn’t matter,
I was thinking about you.
A person begged for fifty cents,
To him I turned a blind eye;
My purse was completely empty -
I wanted something I couldn’t buy.
I walked down the road,
On my way to school -
The people I passed didn’t matter,
I was thinking about you.
October 6, 2001
NEVER WANT TO LEAVE
Never will I let you go
I can’t this you already know
Perhaps reason why you haven’t given up on me
Continuing to give me strength through your words and my dreams
We will be together yet
For I never want to leave
You are the only man for me
September 29, 2001
PLEASE WAIT FOR ME AGAIN
I love you - I’ll never stop;
You are the only one for me.
I need your love to set me free,
From loneliness, misery, and pain;
Please wait for me – again!
September 29, 2001
REST BUT FOLLOW YOUR HEART
Sleep now,
Close your eyes,
Dream a little,
You’ve got time;
And when you wake,
Please don’t break -
Follow your heart,
Till the end of time.
October 6, 2001
THE UNSETTLED
I feel like I just don’t belong - my life is like a broken down song.
All family don’t care, and no one knows me here -
I wish there was a seer to point me to the direction of home.
The world is a lonely place when you feel this damp emptiness inside -
The rivers of tears flow beyond their banks as you cry, and cry, till you bleed inside.
The world is the sky - just a cold dark black face -
You’re in suffer up in space as life becomes a wait to die, a wait for last life to vacate.
I always sing myself to sleep - coo my eyes to rest.
Fantasies come to take out the pain of a dagger from within my breast,
So I can dream a little, take away the trap of time -
Rest in break to find a glint of hope on which to place soreness on stroll,
And let the prickled pines in my mind roll.
Love, and ache, I can never stop.
My heart beacons, and I strive to make its song pop,