Cleanup: A Collection by
Bob Nelson
Volume II: The Love Collection
All Poems © 1994, 1995, 2011 Bob Nelson
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Table of Contents
My Fears Of The Night Will Chase Me
Another Pledge
As
I stare into your nervous eyes
The fear of lessons learned glows
bright
And the walls of pain stand strong
But listen to this
aching heart
to love is to grow
To trust is to make a new
start
I know your past of burned up feelings
I know that
change will not come easy
But your walls of doubt prevent true
healing
And choke your future of hope
I am before you an open
man
With only myself to give
I now will say this only once
You
are all I need to live
Close your eyes and dream in peace
My
soul will guard your precious heart
My heart will server your
precious dreams
And I shall love you for eternity...
CEC
It’s
the start of a summer day
It’s the smell of ocean spray
When
I think of you
The awe of planets that move
The awe of art in
the Louvre
When I think of you
Let me be with you
Let me
make love to you
Let me look into your eyes so deep
Let me be a
part of you
Forever
The Java Road Girl
Hair
blazen red
move of sheer grace
though nothing has been
said
this is a moment of time and space
you came and sat beside
me
I was astonished to surmise
you could have sat anywhere you
see
the air filled with your scent
I am lost for word
and
content
the structure has collapsed
oh shit
I am lost
without words
to the emotion
I must explore
I must
experience
what are you
who are you
I need to know
do
you know who you are
do you know
what you want
I know that I
may
or may not
I must give it up
you will leave
and
I will be
alone
again
SAS
If
she were here
there is a passion in the wind tonight
A passion
in your eyes
A feeling coming over me
I know I cannot disguise
Please tell me that you see in me
That passion that never
dies
I turn my eyes to distant lands
of wealth now yet
unconquered
I feel around me grasping hands
I have been kissed
by a rose
In my rising age of euphoria
the tide it turns the
feeing grows
endear yourself to me
kiss me again
My Fears Of The Night Will Chase Me
My
fears of the night will chase me
The shadows of dark they will
pursue
I need you to love me
I want you to love me
Out
past the weeping willow
In
open fields of fall grass
I will meet you
After the sun goes
down
And mother moon is on the rise
I will hold you
When
the blue light of night
reflects on desire in your eyes
I will
love you
Morality and Love
Love
is a forlorn outcast
Thrown away by lust
And cast asunder by
desire.
Do you question the need?
Do you weigh the ends?
What
a weight is this morality
when so few seem to care?
Do you know
why moral is just?
Moral is subjective.
Why is wrong.
If not
everyone feels its wrong?
Why is right
IF not everyone feels
its right?
There is no stone to the structure of morality.
There
is only liquid reality.
Hard To Find
You
said to me your pissed
all about chills and bills
repression
and suppression
and just about everything else
Well
little girl get a clue
the streets that we drive
are paved on
two sides
and I'm in the same bus too
The
day that rain fell in paradise
you packed your pretty little
shack
promising never to return
and I was left in the Vice
So
you spend your nights
tripping around the town
thinking your so
free
that that's the way you want to be
I'm
left here in the morning mist
with goals I'd hoped to see
Shades
of what I had always prayed
You are I were meant to be
Celestial
I
see the value of the sun at high noon.
I feel the power of the
moon in phases.
I experience the sky full of infinite stars.
I
am among the heavens.
I turn and twist my changing path.
Never
keeping the same expression .
To try and escape the momentum takes
me
to the limits of natural law
Sensuality
My
auburn lips kiss the blazen sky
In the fires of passion.
My
trembling hands reach up and grasp
the pale white moon
In the
shower of desire.
My celestial body
Is consumed in love
And
the white hot stars
When we make love
Love
incarnate
I see in you
A twist of fate
good luck so true
In
you my friend I see
A pillar of strength
Beauty by the lord's
decree
A friend to any length
I see in you those simple
things
That come so hard for me
I am your friend with no
strings
For all the world to see
I Cry When You Lie
I
cry when you lie
and you wonder why
Deceit can be sweet
until
you’re out on the street
you run with the night
in celestial
flight
and leave me alone
you've left me alone
Alone,
the dark can play tricks with your mind
the demons of jealousy are
so unkind
I hear you walk away
I
cry when you lie
and you wonder why
I turn cold to the
bone
Weighted down with a heart of stone
But I cannot turn
away
my heart cries for you to stay
but you leave me
alone
You've left me alone
I
can see in the dark
that I am slipping away
the reality is
stark
that I am slipping away
I'm losing myself
I
cry when you lie
and don't you wonder why
the flower will
die
when you don't even try
your
out with the night
in a celestial flight
but deceit can be
sweet
until you’re out on the street
Tonight
I'm alone
In the absence of light
I'm losing my sense
of
what is wrong or right
I
can see in the dark
(that I am slipping away)
The reality's
stark
(that I am slipping away)
If
you can please save me
(cause I am slipping away)
Save me
(you
know I'll beg you to stay)
Please save me.
AAB
It is such a shame
when the weather turns
cold
it is such a shame
when you suddenly feel old
Why
did you leave
why did you go
help me to see
what I do not
know
I
feel so sad
when leaves die and fall
I feel so sad
I just
cannot deal with it all
you
just walked right out
not a second thought
why on earth did you
do that
this paradigm I am caught
When
I cry the icicles fall
piercing the sky
my sadness flows in a
ragging river
To the sea of despair
I
do not expect
you will grieve for me
I do not resolve
that
you will ever see
Little
boy talkin' about sex
and how bad he wants her hex
but what'll
he do the morning after
when she's up and gone
and all he'll
remember is her laughter
Poor baby
he got what he asked for
he
bought from the discount store
She
wanted him so bad
the lost consumed her thought
she crushed the
guy that loved her
to play with the guy that used her
but the
game is over now
left alone to wonder how
Poor baby
You
get what you pay for
when you shop at the discount store
I'm
not trying to preach
but the cost of easy love
may be more
than you bargained for
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Born in Boston, Ma., Bob has progressively made his way west. He currently runs a microglomerate (Brick Cave Media) out of a- you guessed it- a brick cave in the back of his house. He is also the Executive Director of Anthology, Inc., a literary nonprofit based in Phoenix. Bob, as of this writing, was also working on directing his first movie, Sacrifice.
Cleanup, a series of chapbook chronicling Bob’s early poetry work, are available intermittently, as Bob creates them in his secret laboratory.
Volume I: The Hectic Collection
Volume II: The Love Collection
Volume III: The Collaboration Collection
Volume IV: The Story Of My Life Collection
Volume V: The Observation Collection
Volume VI: The Remainders Collection