THE ULTIMATE POETRY COLLECTION 2003
BOOK #06
BACK UP
No one is born as High King,
Prince is what they are before they marry,
And no one can say,
That going to someone without love,
Is medicine for fray;
She can’t carry on,
For a year – or however long;
A month is something,
Perilous and daunting,
Let alone a year of searching;
And she doesn’t want to travel,
She just wants home -
And that’s where the Prince can take her,
That’s the route he wants to go.
She can’t wipe him -
He’s exactly like her;
They fit – more precise then any other.
He does everything she likes,
Understands every orifice of minds sight -
Together they will row,
Cause she likes everything,
He describes he can bring;
So here she goes to healing.
February 3, 2003
GOING TO DANCE
Going to be dancing my friend,
Dancing, dancing,
To the end;
Yeah going to be prancing,
As we move and start dancing,
Dancing, dancing,
As the birds sing;
Color is going to come soon,
Make cheeks rouge and bloom,
Brightness is going to be let into the fence,
As lids are opened,
And down slides defense;
Going to be dancing my friend,
Dancing, dancing,
To the end;
Yeah going to be prancing,
As we move and start dancing,
Dancing, dancing,
As the birds sing;
February 3, 2003
DROPS HER DEFENCE
There’s no where to run or hide,
So she drops defense and breathes a sigh,
Before taking the scepter into her hand,
And moving to her new land;
February 3, 2003
HARDER THEN EXPECTED
She climbs back in,
Gasping,
Head pounding;
It was too much,
Echoes pounded in night’s sounds;
She can’t take it out there,
She needs to go where,
No one stands near,
She need out of here.
February 3, 2003
CAN’T GO WITHOUT BREATHING
Can’t live without,
Can’t live without;
If I block out,
You will fizzle out,
And I can’t live without;
You I can’t scoop out -
So I’ll stay,
Cause I can’t live without;
You had just better keep me close,
And never leave me,
Cause I can’t go without breathing.
February 3, 2003
ESCAPING YOUR CHAINS
Don’t you get it?
Can’t you think?
Or is sand filling your brains;
I can’t stand it,
The way you think -
So I’m escaping all your chains,
Yes I’m escaping your chains.
You can crawl into a sewer,
Cause that’s all you brought to me;
Hold your heads down,
I don’t care about your skewer -
You were mean.
Don’t you get it?
Can’t you think?
Or is sand filling your brains;
I can’t stand it,
The way you think -
So I’m escaping all your chains,
Yes I’m escaping your chains.
Go to the well,
Where you were born to dwell,
Cause I’m forgetting about your screen;
I don’t care if you hate the sewer -
You were mean.
Don’t you get it?
Can’t you think?
Or is sand filling your brains;
I can’t stand it,
The way you think -
So I’m escaping all your chains,
Yes I’m escaping your chains.
February 3, 2003
BEING TIED TO SACRIFICE
He ties her hands,
Against dark ropes -
She’s too scared to move;
His eyes flash as he’s tying her,
Red rash comes like he’s frying her.
And she freezes in no time,
Knowing what he plans to do;
Yeah she freezes as he takes his time,
Tying her to the sacrificial pew.
No words are spoken,
As he circles round -
She locks her eyes,
To the ground;
He longs to hit her good,
And hit her he will,
Though not with physical force,
He’s got something greater,
With which he wants to separate her.
He ties her hands,
Against dark ropes -
She’s too scared to move;
His eyes flash as he’s tying her,
Red rash comes like he’s frying her.
And she freezes in no time,
Knowing what he plans to do;
Yeah she freezes as he takes his time,
Tying her to the sacrificial pew.
Inside her mind he whispers,
Words which were only threats before -
Then he smiles as wide as a person could,
Knowing around him she felt like cold wood.
He kneels down in front of her,
Eying her downcast face -
In his mind he is a hero,
In her mind she is disgraced,
Knowing after it was done she’d be his and not ever run.
He ties her hands,
Against dark ropes -
She’s too scared to move;
His eyes flash as he’s tying her,
Red rash comes like he’s frying her.
And she freezes in no time,
Knowing what he plans to do;
Yeah she freezes as he takes his time,
Tying her to the sacrificial pew.
February 3, 2003
CLEARING OUT
No more hands,
Bringing undone lands;
Clearing out all life,
For ceasing of strife.
Sick is all I feel,
Heaviness and all real;
Disgusted at everything I am,
But I know by tomorrow it’ll be ok again.
No more hands,
Bringing undone lands;
Clearing out all life,
For ceasing of strife.
Brick is what I feel,