A tribute to a faithfull friend

the last week I haven't been feeling so well
like my own personal hell
giving you up was the worst thing I've ever done
but now in the end I know that I won
at least now you work as you should
they have done more for you then I ever could
leaving you was my lifes greatest risk
but now I got you back, my beloved minidisk

finally got it back.. I can't belive I managed to live
listening to the old diskman for a week.

"Skim Milk"

New bad poetry. Thank the magnetic poetry for this one, more or less.

"Skim Milk"

Mother TV
milk this vision.
from my madness
take your blood.
ask not what i need
just keep smearing my skin.
Mother TV,
clear as big screen,
your nightmare owns me.

Down which hill did a small child roll?
If I ask you will you know?

His laughter carried through the air,
And the dew on the grass clung to his hair.

Playing there all the day long,
Rolling in beat with a rhyme and a song.

In the field with all of his friends,
Playing and rolling until the day ends.

Down which hill did a small child roll?
If I ask you will you know?

So the story begins......
As
I Enter the gates
transformed from the everyday Jew
into
something more spiritual
observe the Sabbath day and keep it holy
I am
a good Jew

Deep in a dungeon of hate and sorrow.
I am in the shadows.
Cowering in a corner Delirious
Feeling more emotions than you can think.....
this makes me furious.....

Above all the hate and spite, i see a light.
knowing the only way to breathe fresh air,
i must wake up and everything that is right will be there.

For now i will struggle.
Alone in the dark and boggled.

Atmoic Potato
In the deep of peoples souls
there is a rage that they struggle to hold
in light they find the purpose,
to struggle on and
not fall.

Yet some fall and in the shadows they will hide,
they will brood on emotions more than one can feel.
Thus these people are a tragedy,
Hopefully this wont happen to me.

"mirror song"

I don't particularly like either of them, but i'm not writing much, and there's a chance i'll reread them in a few days and think hey, these are okay. =) *HUGS* Thanks for reading.
"mirror song"

changeling
with your dark hair
and your pale limbs
and your
laugh
laugh
laugh
(there's no tomorrow)
you can't be the girl
i saw in the pictures
with her light curls
and her
smile
smile
smile
(if it kills you)
changeling
stealing away that baby
lost that innocence, did you
and your
cleanliness
cleanliness
cleanliness
(next to godliness)
now you're nothing
now i'm nothing
now you're,
now you're
now you're me.
changeling.

"leave"

no longer do i long for
answers to the riddle.
no longer do i ask for
the key to free the slaves.
no longer do i wish
for a pill to cure the cause.

i don't care any more
whether you were lover or killer.
i don't care whether you
understood or misunderstood or
knew the way you twisted me.
i don't care any more
about the depth of the sickness
and my love for you then.

all i want is for the ghosts
to return to their graves.

all i want is sleep.

I read the cookie with different eyes,
Ones that can hardly see,
I thought he meant "Poetry Bastard",
When he put "PB".
I'm so used to seeing it in that context,
PBs wwere my life,
Now I am regularly demanded upon,
By my daughter and my wife.
So, a PBY2K,
Does this imply compliance?
Every PB that I have met,
Is characterised by defiance.
Or does it mean "PB2000",
I'm really not quite sure,
Perhaps there's a new clan being formed,
Compared to the original it will be poor.
My point in this ramble is quite simple,
Listen to my directive,
What we see depends upon what we are,
Reality is a construct of perspective.