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[ Poetry Collections ] [ By Bob Slack ]
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P O E T R Y C O L L E C T I O N S
by Bob Slack
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Poetry Collection # 4
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Greetings hoards of fan. Yes that's right, I have maybe one
fan, but I do not write this stuff for everyone. My poems
may not be the best but nobody else could write them, nobody
else knows how I feel, how I think. My last poetry set was
mostly love poems, well it was time for a change and I did.
See if you can guess what's going on with me, see if you can
understand. Oh yeah, since last poetry thing I started on a
book of sorts of my poetry. I'm not planning on having it
published, but who knows, I may send it in to some poetry
magazine or something, maybe I'll get lucky.
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Tide of Love
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our love washes up like the tide
as strong as the ocean
our tears of happiness
insecurity is out only crime
to be stranded on an deserted isle
nothing but your love to keep me company
your love will keep me alive for quite some while
your the one that i want with me
when we're apart we feel a little sad
we miss each others warm love
when we talk everything brightens up
awaiting the next we will meet
sleeping on the beaches the tide comes in
your love envelops me and makes me a new man
the tears i cry for happiness is the greatest feeling
being born again, you are the only thing i need
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Alone
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floating, gradually
moving towards, moving away
dark, bright, the long fight
feel it, devouring
eyes, seeing nothing
blindness devoid
nothing to hear, nothing to see
living in darkness, nothing to see
pain, fast, force, pounding
courage, hopefulness
shattering like glass
the hammer meets the anvil
standing beside yourself
look at the lies
the rope tightens, tighter
hope soars away, like a glider
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Vein
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slamming, the pain
blood boils in my veins
fists to the wall
ready to take the fall
the stabbing, the hand
more pain for every grain of sand
blind by the stabbing
coarsing through the veins
tapping away
the pain never goes
fighting the way
the blood of the rose
lightening quickens
electrical pain through the tendons
pressure, pressing down
it's easy to drown
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Follower
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following the lead
what ever can you do
following the leader
nothing better to do
what else is there?
who else could surrender
they mock you
they flock upon you
defensive weakness
obsessive obedience
quivering in the darkness
the fear takes over
take them upon your wing
what else could you do?
they won't sing
how can they?
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Annoyance
---
annoyance
how dare they
don't they understand me?
won't they stand with me?
they ave no idea
no fein of knowing
they are themselves
not even knowing
emotional rage
misunderstanding
don't they get it
there is no calming
anger and sadness
taking a stand for my madness
there is nothing worse
nothing more, no sadness
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Lonely Death
---
sitting by myself
thinking i'm wrong
sitting by myself
nobody around
nobody to talk to
nobody to share with
nobody to tell
nobody at all
never with anyone
with someone, alone
nobody understands
never do
so empty inside
nobody to fill me
nobody's tried
i die inside
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Silent Rage
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nobody to hear me
nobody to hear my silent rage
silent tears
silence showing it's age
the wordless sadness
the quiet anger
i speak with my tears
falling on deaf ears
the music of a thousand mimes
filling my head
their screams shattering
driving me mad
feel my fear
this silent rage
see my pain
please, turn the page
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Impatience
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standing alone
waiting for the bus
sitting in my room
no phone will ring
contemptual confusion
misguided illusion
pent up frustration
psychotic limitation
silent listening
deafening nothing
passing time
nothing to do
thumping of the beat
you can't beat this heat
the anger grows inside
there is no place to hide
misdirected revolt
nothing to keep, nothing to say
there is nothing worse
nothing like waiting
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Insane
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running still
standing still
no movement on high
feel the thrill
despise the goodness
avoid the bad
destroying the middle
nothing
running on high
trying to touch the sky
the heat is searing
trying to melt my wing
aluminum destruction
caffeine seduction
the lethargy is upon us
destroy every one, leave the bus
scrambling for destruction
rambling seduction
the bitter cold, the cold heat
the fire that dies, lit the skies
the warmth the cold
the feeling of the void
the room with no mirrors
the view was full of errors
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Poetry Collection # 5
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Hello,
It's been a while since I wrote any poetry and I believe
this shall be my last collection. Yeah yeah, I hear you all
now. Death to BobSlack you say, Enough of his insane poems,
what a dumbass.
Well, perhaps all of you aren't saying that, perhaps none.
Who knows, in any case I believe with this last poetry
collection that this marks the point where I get into what
I really wanna do.
Game design. Who knows, maybe there will be a game out in
the future by me, you know. Panther Modern Softs or
FnordWare or whatever. I do know one thing for sure, I am
gonna do one killer game based on William Gibson's Sprawl
type world!
Oh yeah, oe more thing.. No more wimmenz for a while, they
suck!
[email protected]
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Past Future
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time flows like a winding water
as blue and unstoppable as the ocean
life goes by like lightening
sometimes it is so frightening
things past, things undone
old feelings suddenly emerge
nothing to do but the future
nothing to do but realize
an old friend a special person
a past of things half done
realization is the main factor
and love is another one
the roots of true friendship run deep
even seeable from a deep sleep
the love that was there
is renewed like a flame burning
yearning for the times to be
there is nothing to do about the past
you just have to wait and see
and do your best
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Krickets in the Attic
---
sitting at home
your life is so noexistant
sitting at home
you feel so obedient
avoiding the problems
the solutions at hand
lacking the courage to fight em
or perhaps too much heart
giving so much
common courtesy is a lost cause
leach all given none
sooner or later you have to run
live it up feel the joy
you deserve happiness like every girl or boy
find someone, something special
live the love, nothing is so level
it's time to take what's yours
you feel so much desolation
it's time for you to fix it
you have the solution so don't nix it
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Free Communication
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the line is busy
your never home
no free time to spend
your not by the phone
continually waiting
it seems like an eternity
continually debating
will you be free for me?
so little time
so much to say
so many interruptions
there is no other way
kidnapping is out of the word
leaving on impulse is almost absurd
caged in, you have no word
what i have to say remains unheard
so little time for me
so much for me to say
no chance to speak
it is your freedom i seek
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The Dead Fool
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everybody watching my every move
i'm just trying to feel the groove
listening to every word you say
believing every bit
it doesn't matter what you say
what you mean is obvious
even if it's true for me
they are all lies to me
i believe every word
you believe what you say
the joke's on you
nothing could be so hard
paying the price for my pain
dementia searing thru me like burning flames
feel the hot pain the cold pleasure
the immense feeling like i'm in a grave
i'm dead inside living out a lie called life
striving to fool everyone
there is nothing but death of emotions
i'm the fool to feel
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Fear of Weird
---
running down the streets
the dark alley ways
everybody is staring at me
what is so different?
i change myself
i try to cloak myself
in the normal weirdness that's me
burning out my eyes
think an thought so alien
feel the emotions of a million
the pain the pleasure
too intense to bear
cloak myself in shadows
hide in isolation
the feeling is so intense
the fear, i can't budge an inch
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Love Lies
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one thing shatters
another crumbles
life around me
flatter and flatter
first you cancel the wine
then you cancel the room
now you cancel the time
i fear for my doom
life seems so fake
trust is the only thing we have
it seems to be faltering
so disguised so disgusted
the truth seems like lies
lies are the real truth
nothing is true yet nothing is a lie
love is so confusing, what a lie
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Impeach the Workshop
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old anticipation
a flood of excitement
death of resignation
nothing but an informant
gathering the information
supplying the definition
rebuilding the lost
trashing what's toast
old emptiness
everything is free
too much under
home of the teens
nothing but take
nothing is returned
home of the intelligent?
no title was earned
leach leach
death to the king
the masses tear us down
impeachment is the thing
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Lies of the King
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deafness, silence
nothing to be said
nothing is heard
blank, silence, nothing
running away from the light
the music make it all feel right
nothing is as bright
nothing but an unending night
superstition
demons filling your head
the lies you tell yourself
your better off dead
listening to yourself alone
defending your uneven throne
you are the one powerful
unready to take your fall
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Videogame
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new technology new imagination
the life it breathes into me
the wholesome containment
shatter
the levels of depth
the depth of color
blindly fast
no more cash
the uneventful adventure
the dieing breed
nothing is left of life
nothing to read
lightening reflexes
a killer mood
nothing is left
nothing is good
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