BoB

                         BoB is a slob.
                    He likes corn on the cob,
                       And BoB has a job,
                     That's perfect for Bob.

                         BoB likes crab,
                    And tests crab in a lab,
                     And says which is bad,
                   Of the crab that he's had.

                       BoB's really funny.
                       BoB's only twenty.
                  Since he buys lots of things,
                    He spends lots of money.

                       BoB is not married.
                    His best friend is Larry.
                   He has a tree in the yard,
                      With only one cherry.

                         BoB has a cat,
                      Which he named Gnat.
                        Gnat is real fat,
                      And sleeps on a mat.

                         BoB has a car.
                       It goes really far.
                         BoB has a band.
                      He plays the guitar.

                        BoB wears shorts,
                    And is active in sports.
                      BoB collects stamps,
                  And has stamps of all sorts.

                   BoB's bro.'s name is Garit.
                        He has a parrot.
                       The bird has a hat,
                    But BoB likes to wear it.

                      BoB doesn't stretch,
                      And BoB doesn't bend,
                         But I like BoB,
                    'Cause BoB is my friend. 








                               Mad

           I am crazy. I am nuts. I'm totally insane.
             So close your windows, lock your doors,
                    For I might strike again.

           I'll crush your head, and grind your bones,
            And late at night when you're all alone,
                  I'll be lurking in your home,
                    And all because I'm mad.

                              Pets

               Have you met Fred? Fred is my fish.
            We used him for sushi and he was delish!

             I got a new fish an I named him Frank.
       Little Frankie can't swim. Oh my God, he just sank!

            I bought a new lobster with my own money,
       Took him out of his shell and boy he looked funny.

              I fed his remains to a dirty old rat,
      'Cause the poor little thing didn't move after that.

           I got a new turtle and I named him william,
          But my mother said that I couldn't kill 'em.

              I found a bear, her name was Mertle.
           She snuck in my room and ate up my turtle.

       She choked on the shell in her throat by her head,
        Then she fell to the floor as I saw she was dead.

            My Mom saw my pets all dead on the floor,
             And now I can't have any pets anymore.


                              Helen

               There once was a lady named Helen,
             Whose body just wouldn't stop swellin'.
                     She wore big underwear,
                   And got stuck in her chair,
            'Cause her butt was the size of a mellon.









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In my dreams, everything is a bit out of focus.
In my dreams, I can fly.
In my dreams, there are scary monsters.
In my dreams, people don't fight so often.
In my dreams, it doesn't hurt when you fall.
In my dreams, is in my head.
In my dreams, time is running out.
In my dreams, I can still hear the TV in my room.
In my dreams, Kellie talks to me in detail.
In my dreams, there are little bowling balls.
In my dreams is through the looking glass. 
In my dreams, he hits me; it hurts.
In my dreams, Evad is watching.
In my dreams, I can say goodbye to someone long since past away.
In my dreams, my purpose is clear.
In my dreams, things are much larger.
In my dreams, there are vampyres.
In my dreams is not reality.
In my dreams, everything makes since.
And the fun is going back,
And finding out what each new night will hold,
In my dreams.


We The Yin-Yang 
(an poetically arranged compilation of original hikus)

Grapes on the vine hang.
The great wind blows long and hard.
To the ground they fall

Grasshopper jumps high
On a leaf where the moist dew lies
as the bug jumps by.

Fly fly butterfly.
Fly way up into the sky.
Bytterfly's too high.

The stars shine brightly.
Moon's face smiles through the sky.
And he bright stars shine.

We are all just one
Leaning in on each other.
Please, don't lean too far.







                              A Day

              A day in the life of a guy in a town,
          Has a great deal of visions and many a sound.
        Why just this last week, I went marching outside.
       The skin on my shoulder from the sun did get fried.
            I listened to music then passed it around
        So the rest of my friends could sample the sound.
          I saw my sister, well neighbor (same thing),
     And she shared a small piece of my fried chicken wing.
        Keep in mind she's just two, but oh so damn cute.
          You should see the adorable pictures I shoot.
       Well, I watched some TV and I called up the boards;
        I was locked out of one which made me quite soar.
      My math tutor taught me some stuff that's quite fun,
                      Like e^ăi equals -1.
        I got board and thought up this poem in my head,
          But now I'm quite tired so I'm going to bed.
                           Good night!






                               She


     The violent rapid of my emotions are crashing against the
rocks of sanity and all I hold true. Her face lingers in my mind
and her scent haunts me. The visions I once saw are absent now, but
still a trace remains, if only from my strong desire to believe.
The tides of time twist and turn down the paths on which I journey.
I know not what I did, but then again I do. The confusion builds;
forcing its way into my brain; occupying my thoughts. Oh God! What
can I do!? But it is behind me. There is nothing more to say or do
and she is happy now. No more than I would want. 
     The sharpened blades of agony twist at my tender soul and if
only to cause more anger, until I realize that, in fact, it was I
who brought this. I cannot let her into my dreams although I try,
but I mustn't because she is happy now.
     It ales me so to see her. I had the riches of the world of
which I left for the next to travel that path. shadows, reflections
and secrets left untold are what truly remain... and memories; the
memories to which I've created and relish; the memories of which
the value of I have not realized for too long; the memories I have
all to do not to forget, but I must because she is happy now.








               Caring Hearts and Shining Diamonds

                  All my friends and all of me,
                    Sit inside a cup of tea,
                Drinking 'til we've had our fill,
                And at the word do what we will.

                                



               I am the red of a rainbow balloon,
           And part of the broth of a soup in a spoon.
               A word of a song; a leaf on a tree,
      'Cause finally I've found out that they care for me.

     As an orphan begotten off the cold, dank, dark streets
        Brought in from the rain by a loving heart beat.
       I thirsted for that which I hoped life would spawn,
          Now I realized I have it before it has gone.

      As I drift through the world, all I see is the ocean.
           The nurturing waters' great sea of emotion.
        Leading off to the sunset; the glowing; the sun.
        As I'm leaving the waters which twisted and spun.

         The rapids have ended and I feel as though one,
     With the Earth and the stars and the moon and the sun.
            As I touch the horizon, I've only to say,
         As our tea cup floats on: Have a beautiful day.


                           Zachabitch
                                
I never read The Lord of the Flies,
But covered quite well with deception and lies,
To that bitch of a teacher we've all grown to hate;
The awful, the fearful, the often irate,
The horrid, the hated, the all around bitch.
Yes, of course, I'm referring to Mrs. Zachritz,
With her big lemon head and bad disposition,
It seams that she must be, each day in a mission,
To make our lives hell and fuck with our minds,
To torture us and waists our time.










Watchers

They are lurking and yearning for God-knows-not-what
In a sociopsychotic instinctual rut
Of desperate confusion and power and pride
Watching over the heard - they demand you abide
The drive you; alive in your mind. When you're dead
They may spread from the words in the words in the world left
unsaid
The mental almighty - survival, a must
In the mist in the mind. In their might you will trust
They're collecting our knowledge, protecting our dreams
And it seams that the steam's hiding gods, kings, and queens
So we say and we pray that someday they will speak
So that then we may find what our minds make us seek
They convey what we tell them, although they're inept
A lie, a misjustice, a promise unkept
You came and you saw but it conquered your soul
So perhaps you should look at yourself as a whole
And live, learn, and listen to them, for they're wise
To unmask your true self from your conscious disguise.


                                -Another work of genius by,
                                




                          Maya Angeluo

                 I'm not a pimp, I'm not a hoe.
                     I'm only Maya Angeluo.
               My hair will grow in rain or snow,
                   But still I'm Maya Angeluo.

                   I own a shoe, I own a sock.
              I was once raped and could not talk.
                    Unluckily for all of you,
                   I have changed so now I do.
                If you say else then I will sue,
                   'Cause I am Maya Algelooo.

                 I don't drive a big mac truck.
               I'm being pecked to death by ducks.
                   You're not in it, nor am I.
                If someone shot me, I would die.

                  Stop it. You stop pecking me.
               I wear a mask. It's not I you see.
               I've worn my welcome. I'll now go.
                     I'm still Maya Angeluo.



Burn As The Son

Bitterness is a lonely thing
The fuhrer god that would be king
To loose one and to take those scars
Inflict then unto others

The fuhrer god has spoke his word
To him is logic, I, absurd
To loose one and take those scars
And slice who claims his brother

The fuhrer god's deseptious glee
yet happy he's to never be
To loose one and take those scars
God save us from this horror

The fuhrer god will thirst for more sin
Unseeing Christ who died before him
To loose one and take those scars
and always wanting more

The fuhrer god seeks she he lost
Through callousness, he'll find her not
To loose one and take those scars
Burn them until inept

The fuhrer god has made a land
The atmosphere is dead and bland
No fish will swim nor birds will sing
No one will say a single thing
Until his bell of wishes rings
They'll die under their mighty king
Who's lost his mom and hides his pain
He'll never be content

I, My friend

The deeper cavity which remains untouched 
Unblemished by the likes of thee
The trials and the tribulations 
belong solely to me
I won't let you to see my inside
in the depth of my mind
Maiming myself. Eve locks the door
to help the helper hide
The locks itself no key will find a fit
a fit and formly mold
I reside inside my mind
I sit here. I grow old
Passage doesn't pass that's why I stay here
as a stone
I sit free from all of thee
All safely. All alone.