posted July 01, 2002 12:10 AM            

Idiot, Taurean…

If you want me to go
And leave you alone
Please tell me so
In words I can understand

One sided talks
Just aren’t my bag
I deal with reality
And up front honesty

What is there lacking?
In the brain I believe
That you might possess
Until your voice is silent

Let me be
In my fantasy world
Consumed with the thought
I could interest you

But never let people
Really catch a glimpse
Of what resides
In the stocky built frame

I could go on for hours
About a broken illusion
I suppose that’s my reward
For sharing my hopes with you

posted July 01, 2002 01:02 AM              

The thought of you
transends me to a
completely different world

The thought of you
puts me in a permanant
daydream

The thought of you
reaches me deep down
to the point I can't explain

The thought of you is pure
as if traveled from
the ETHERS

posted July 01, 2002 01:08 AM              

Everything I'v ever feared
is in the thought of you

For my fear is to loose you

The thought haunts me
till the day I die
or beyond

But the greater fear
is that I'll never
have you

By that I could
never loose you

I'd rather have you
and loose you as opposed
to never having you

posted July 03, 2002 01:28 AM              

There was a time when the song "Thats all" by Genesis totaled my feelings for my ex....'you tell me it's black when I know that it's white'

But I want to share with you...the poem that has become ...after time to heal and grow from the experience...the poem that has become my poem to him:

"You were the best of Loves
you were the worst of Loves....

and you left behind several
unintended gifts:

through you I re-examined my
need (uh desire?) for one significant
other to share my life-space with.

you commanded in me an unwilling
re-evaluation of self, behavior patterns,
relationshipping, & a corresponding
change in attitudes; i.e. growth.

I'm nicer to people.

I'm more in touch with my feelings,
the things and persons around me.
Life.

And, of course, a scattering of poems
(the best of poems, the worst of poems) that never would have been
without your disruptions.

Thanks.'

By Melba Colgrove
Harold Bloomfield
& Peter McWilliams...(I'm not sure which one wrote it...so I will credit all the authors of this book )

They have another one that might cheer you up....

"She asked me if seeing you
was a drain.

seeing you is not a drain

it's a sewer."

feel better?

and