Here is some fo my poetry about the day to day world that surrounds me.
These are Poems that are not necessarily celtic in theme, and therefore wold not be collected by my 'patron' Fiona.
My haiku can be found here.

Coca-Cola and Childhood

There's somthing about Coca-Cola on an empty stomach.
Reminds my of childhood.
Which is interesting,
for both are painful to drink.

-- CMBC^^

Herd of Delusion

The Herd of Goths
crosses the street beside my car.
Each of them, faceless.
One is like any other.
Deluded Individualism.
Each trying to be different,
becoming exactly like those around them.
Each pretending to be
what my friend sitting next to me
at one time really was.

-- CMBC^^

Untitled

The taste of coffee,
and I think of her.
Writhing with sweet torment
her smile, her eyes,
She ignites me.

-- CMBC^^

Love is Falling (Down, Down, Down on Me.)

[Yep, these are song Lyrics.]

Chorus:
Love is falling down,
down down on me.
Covering me so I can hardly breathe.
Falling, falling down, down, down.

Verse 1:
Is it a mysterious thing,
something to fall into?
Not any more illusioned disguise.
Surrounding me, pressing me.
To close for comfort
To close, close, close to me.

[Chorus]

Verse 2:
When I gave up hoping,
hoping for love.
You've changed your mind,
perhaps I've changed mine,
I'm tired of falling, falling
hitting bottom, bottom.
And now love falls down on me.

Bridge:
Why, why, why, why must I,
do this, do that, do anything at all?
What are the rules to this game we're playing?
Read the cards and roll the die
do I really want to try, try, try, try?

[Chorus]

Verse 3:
Buried by Valentines,
looking for what's mine mine mine.
Losing myself in this mess
Too many things for me to guess, guess.
Not knowing where to go next
not knowing where I am.

[Chorus x2]

Untitled

It was raining this morning,
hours before sunrise.
I thought of you,
and fantasies unfulfilled.

I wondered
Would a mist surround us?
Would we be battered by raindrops?
Would we even care,
drawing warmth from each other's bodies?

I imagine the scent of your hair,
the taste of the raindrops on your neck.
Becoming lost in the pools of your eyes
I loose my form, melting
in the rain and into you.

--CMBC^^
11/13/97 3:40am Stockton

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