zoom zoom's blog: "my poetry"

I keep staring into space....  

People don't hate

The area surrounds my mind...  I wish I had sunglasses

I keep staring into space... between her boobs.....

 

I keep noticing the delicate, gentle curves

People don't hate

I gaze like a fool... awaiting the slightest jiggle

I keep staring into space.... beween her boobs

 

I keep the moist towlettes handy, just because

People don't hate

The moisture may have gone, but not for long

I keep staring into space,,, between her boobs

 

I know I'll be caught...  but like YODA, care I do not

People don't hate

If the world wasn't meant to see, Donatella Versace would be broke

I keep staring into space... between her boobs...

the mystery foams the companion roams the mystery that is my life the companion soon to be my wife the mystery of time the lack of meaning in lemon or lime the mystery of open spaces the looks on my childs faces the mystery of me the emptiness we all see the mystery of you the nature of me and you the mystery is us the discovery a plus the mystery of we the future we shall see

I chase not the deer in the woods what purpose would I have, what kind of mmods I chase not the devil in the trees what purpose would I have, bring satan to his knees? I seek not danger in the forest there is plenty of that at my nearby florist I run not thru the woods bare for none to see I am a free man, however, not quite that free I look upon the stream that divides my path it looks so peaceful, but, was it a journey of wrath? I can stare at the surrounding for ever to create such beauty with my words, I am not so clever So, journey with me in my trek thru the pines we'll travel any direction, damn all the signs I can envision the confusion and look in your eyes when you first notice the tree lined look into the skies

As I vanish into the mist of my welled up eyes I turn to the vision, that is foremost in the skies It never dawned on me to be a man of hate the patience I give you, is the patience of fate As I vanish into the morning dew of sorrow I turn to the tides, I yearn for tomorrow I would never imagine you as a child of disease I await each sentence as I would wait for cool summer breeze As I vanish into the darkness of the fading moon I turn out in numbers of the trees left to prune I cannot imagine the things in your past I can only whisper the promise of a friendship that will last As I vanish with your cars every mile I'll turn to my children and I'll give them a smile I cannot believe you'll be driving away For tomorrow you'll be gone, my dreams for you will stay (don't need an audition for that one)...

why did you leave me "I needed some space" nobody will grieve with me "I think they don't like your face" was I so terrible to please "you kept making me wear protection" I didn't want to get a disease "you made me wear a steel toe shoe over my erection" was it too much to ask that you eat me "your gave me a knife and a fork" was it too much to ask that you say you love me "you'd fart and ask "does it smell like pork?" will I ever see you again "god willing, it'll be through a telescope" i'll love you til the very end "then tomorrow, come look for me at the end of a rope"

I wish my nickname was anything but: "i'llcallyou,don'tcallme" Does your pillow move during the night... Mine does.. it is constantly tormenting me,,, once I even woke up and thought it was trying to suffocate me... turns out it was just an ex-girlfriend.. boy, was I relieved... telling me I'm ugly isn't exactly news to me... telling me I'm handsome is proof of substance abuse... telling me I'm alright... that's all I ask... no need to push the boundaries... If you think I should change my ways look at how you spend your days look at what you consider your life it's not like I'm asking you to be my wife... If you want me to be sorry for who I am look in the mirror, snap the picture in the cam don't blame me for being happy the way I IS this is my world, you're even lucky I let you VIZ If you think I should cut my hair and shave what difference will it make in the grave I shouldn't have to care what you think it's not my fault all your hair has fallen in the sink If you really want to get to know me look past the outer, challenge your mind to be free I don't ask you to change a single thing but if you're pretty,, let's have a fling...

click, the reciever slams down slam, the car and my girl have gone to town bang, I knew she had too much to drink knock, knock, that is the police, I think can we ask you some questions? they say the sun turns a purple tint of bluish grey I was just on the phone with her, I swear I do not know what made her drink so much beer It might have been the comment on her cheating I caught her in the restaurant, umm, she wasn't just eating I accused her of being a drunken whore That's when the telephone hit the floor I swear, if I could do it all again I'd take her to the strip club on fifth and ten she'd not have gone out for revenge sex, you see and she'd be in my arms, in her panties strung in a G I'll forward the message to her family now that she wasn't a drunken slut, or a sex hungry cow what's that, you'll take care of it? ok, I agree but can I have the contents of the glovebox, it's where the condoms are hidden, and now I am free