THE ULTIMATE POETRY COLLECTION 2003
BOOK #08
IT’S NOT OVER YET
It’s a crooked world,
With creepers –
Like a plague,
I can only see peepers;
But I’m a seeker,
I see what people seek for;
I don’t believe this world is finished yet,
And I don’t believe on a space ship I’m going to right now get;
I have to strive for my dream,
Until I’m touching its seam;
Only then will eternal bliss be welcomed,
As I’m hand in hand with my one sun;
February 15, 2003
THE ANSWER
I’ve been anguishly crawling in the dark,
Looking, looking for an answer;
Crossing waters in the dark,
When in front of me was the answer;
Now I know the answer,
It’s time to voice the answer.
February 15, 2003
THE REAL STORY
Now that you’ve read the screwed up un-found glory,
It’s time to tell you the real story,
Of love, of life –
The learning thread,
Of what’s happened long before;
The story of love -
The first and true which ever existed and left earth’s pew;
There’s a princess of the earth,
(I.E. me),
Who’s already born to be with somebody,
The earth prince,
(That’s the beautifully perfect Tommy);
She already has everything,
A little swipe of her hand,
And she’d be in a completely different land,
Happy, as happy as can be,
Protected by the most powerful earthlings in History;
Just one thing separates this from becoming true,
That’s her mind and what she believes,
Of one true love appearing out from the leaves;
Sharing with one someone,
One love, one life,
Taking no other in,
One love for one being;
That’s her dream,
Her everything,
Which is why she constantly drags her feet;
She hasn’t found that kind of love -
Everyone has shared and taken above,
Without true love,
And that’s exactly what she gnaws against,
She’s a watcher making her rules outside of the fence;
But she’s being watched too;
And it’s exactly who she doesn’t know,
Who she can’t see,
Who’ll fulfill her,
Give life to her dream,
Completing destiny’s starlit seam;
When he comes,
She’ll be alight -
Happy, oh so happy,
Heart will ring,
Bells fully ding;
She won’t be completing Earth’s destiny,
She’ll be bending rules,
To follow her dreamy heart -
She’ll grasp her one and only,
Leave behind the land of phony.
February 15, 2003
AMBITIOUS THOUGHTS
I look to the sky,
I look to the sun,
Thinking, always thinking,
“There has to be one,
Has to be one;”
I walk around,
With a pad against my thumb,
Writing, always writing,
“There has to be one like me,
There just has to be;
I exist for one,
So why can’t one exist for me?”
February 15, 2003
THE FITTING STORY
I know my love for him is true -
But it’s not one,
That’s what grates against my view.
Love has lifted greatly though -
Every year it lifts;
Maybe it truly is the story that fits.
February 15, 2003
IF I BOTHERED TO TRY
Maybe I should,
Piece myself together,
And make that change of weather;
I could if I bothered to try,
I could lift myself from earth’s floor,
And make that flight across the sky;
I could if I bothered to,
But – do I want to?
February 15, 2003
EARTH’S BREATH
I hear him constantly calling,
“Love, life – love, life;”
I hear him morning, day, and night;
“Love, life - love, life;”
I know I should fight as I hear,
“Love life – love life;”
My leaving would cause thunder to every ear cause I’m his,
“Love, life – love, life.”
February 15, 2003
CLEANSING WINDS
Not feeling sick anymore;
The winds have lifted,
Carrying fresh sea breeze to my face -
I can now breathe as I walk out from my gates.
February 15, 2003
MY OWN ROAD
Only one,
Out of all that I’ve written about,
Has been part of me;
Only one was I born,
To care about being within my life’s destiny;
Of course we know that hasn’t been so -
I’ve cared about others (particularly one other) in the window,
Looking undercover for something other then designated,
Something miraculous that didn’t grate;
If I should have learned anything,
It’s that searching brings pain;
Of course that never makes me head straight,
For the one whose hands control lands;
I take the road into my own hands.
February 15, 2003
TIME TO STOP DREAMING
Maybe the insight the dream,
Was to tell me to stop screwing round,
I’ve already got everything on the ground;
Once before has the miraculous happened,
And it didn’t bring the miraculous haven,
But something with turmoil with land shaven;
Maybe this is the time,
In which I am supposed to stop walking in a dream,
And tie the earth and earth seam,
Join two’s stream.
February 15, 2003
EARTH’S BANE AND CURE
Every day,
The leaves seem to keep drying;
Every day,
He screams with a hurt a little more sore;
I could be the reason why everything’s dying -
I could be the cure if I walked out from behind my wall.
February 15, 2003
SACRIFICE
“Sacrifice,”
Is what they say,
“Sacrifice,”
No wonder I walk away;
Not interested in being sacrificed,
I just want love and life.
February 15, 2003
NEVER LIKE A TAMED MARE
I do not care what anyone says,
I’m walking my path,
With my original head;
I do not care,
About the raising of vexation’s hair -
I never follow like a tamed mare.
February 15, 2003
SCREW UP DAY
Hey, hey!
Wow look this way -
What do you know,
It’s officially another screw up day!
February 15, 2003
NATURAL HABBIT
My dream, my dream,
My seam, my seam;
I do make life a lot harder then I’m supposed to don’t I?
But I can’t help looking to the sky,
It’s a natural habit of mine,
One that makes a normal wall,
A mountainside to climb.
February 15, 2003
LIVE AND NOT WAIT
The only thing I can do is write and live,
That’s all I can do;
Follow – yes actually follow,
A path which I’d want to live,
Rather then stray and get caught in the cloud-lined bay.
If anything is meant to interrupt,
Well then let it be,
Let that cut come to me -
But I shouldn’t lie in wait for it,
That’s my worst of worst habits.
February 15, 2003