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    Unfaithfully Yours: Poetry Sugar Free
    Unfaithfully Yours: Poetry Sugar Free
    Unfaithfully Yours: Poetry Sugar Free
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    Unfaithfully Yours: Poetry Sugar Free

    By Anthony James Day

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    The fifth book of poetry written by Anthony James Day. Themes include the nature of time, friendship and love.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAnthony James Day
    Release dateAug 29, 2018
    ISBN9780463462454
    Unfaithfully Yours: Poetry Sugar Free
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    Anthony James Day

    Anthony James Day is a freelance poet born in Brisbane in 1971. Anthony featured in a documentary titled "The Vagabond Poet", showcasing the poetry scene of Brisbane in the 1990's. Later Anthony gained notoriety for dancing in the mall outside Sanity Music in the Hobart mall (Tasmania), affectionately known as the Hobart Dancing Man.Anthony wrote six volumes of poetry during his lifetime, which was sadly cut short due to suicide in 2003.His poetry and legacy continue to be shared through the efforts of his friends and family.

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      Unfaithfully Yours - Anthony James Day

      UNFAITHFULLY YOURS.

      T.L.D.

      I spy three little dots.

      A trio of tiny black spots.

      Each one stands for the small things...

      We value most.

      And with out them, our heart is haunted by their ghost.

      But each person has a different value.

      What means a lot to me...

      Likely means nothing to you.

      You may treasure your privacy and space.

      I may put importance on being with friends...

      And putting a smile on their face.

      But each has the right to give...

      The same thing a higher or lower price.

      But appreciate that someone else may not think...

      That very thing is worth the sacrifice.

      I spy three little dots.

      A trio of tiny black spots.

      Each one having a dissimilar meaning for each person.

      T.T.K.

      Looking for some time to kill.

      Searching for a place where I can relax.

      I peer into the mirror and start fixing the cracks.

      How can this be such a crime?

      All I want is half a day to call mine.

      I'm not looking to prolong my life.

      Down here I don't want any extra time.

      But now I'm saying This is where I draw the line.

      I'm sick of not having a second of my own.

      I just want to be left alone.

      At the moment my schedule is full.

      I can't fit myself in.

      If this keeps going on like this,

      The race to the grave will the only race I will win.

      I need some time to kill.

      Some time to do nothing at all.

      Or just watch the rain drops fall.

      A long walk in the rain forest.

      Some rest will do me best.

      A little vegin out.

      Just lying about.

      Stress is something I can do without.

      I need some time to kill.

      N.T.R.

      You're gone never to return.

      There's more than bridges that do burn.

      I never thought you would go so quick.

      I can't understand why you did get so sick.

      You were usally so healthy.

      So full of life.

      But then along came death

      and cut your life short with tragedy's knife.

      Within twentyfour hours and two trips to the vet,

      you were gone.

      My best friend, my companion.

      You were more than just a pet.

      They said it was a viral infection.

      I wish I had the power of foresight.

      So that I could have changed destiny's direction.

      And everything would still be alright.

      And you would still be here with me.

      But instead grief and sorrow...

      won't let my mind and heart, free.

      You are gone, never to return.

      I just planted in my garden,

      in corner where you used to always bury your bones amongst...

      the daisies and the living stones, some dog flowers.

      So when I am lonely.

      I can watch them grow and think of you for a few hours.

      You did not say much at all.

      But when I needed someone you were always on call.

      You would kindly lick my face when I was sad or had a fall. Now I have you here no more.

      When I think about it,

      my heart like the wax of a candle,

      starts to melt.

      How can I get on with living...

      with these finite feelings I now felt?

      You may be gone but not forgotten.

      You might be dead but...

      you're still live strong within my heart.

      And you have passed away

      but from my memory dear you never part.

      You're gone never to return.

      There's more than bridges that do burn.

      One day the pain of loss, to handle I will learn.

      But it is hard to think of you...

      as gone never to return.

      Going too close to the edge. Going too far. Burning out like a red star in a galaxy of fantacy. Dancing, within the chains of pain and to their rattling. With everything you are battling.

      Drug crazed trying to hide from the eternal sadness, of reality and life itself. Trying to forget. Sweet smelling cigarette. Not here. Not yet. No never ready to face the mirror. Just staring beyond all the visual. Residual chemical imbalance. What is sane??? In this psychotic world. Curled up in a corner crying for days. Mind trapped in a rat race maze. Drug crazed.

      B.T.

      I want to be Big Time.

      Have an airport full of planes that are all mine.

      Be able to eat & drink with all the other fat, rich swine.

      Use plastic surgery to cover all my scars & wrinkles.

      And every unwanted line.

      Have people faint & scream, when I come into sight.

      Have every second woman wanting & willing,

      To spend with me their night.

      Sweat & bleed under a ten thousand watt studio light.

      Have the script writ so I win all the arguments,

      And every fist fight.

      Being allowed to let go of myself every time...

      The insanity bug does bite.

      Spend half my life chasing the public's attention.

      Spend the other half running away from fame.

      Living a life of the vane.

      Making excuses stupid & lame.

      Letting other's opinions make me de mess T cated & tame.

      Erecting a cut out of me with a building sight crane.

      My image...

      Filling the empty spaces of a person's brain.

      Not educational just entertaining.

      The populaces' thinking I'm draining.

      Their memory I have tattooed and blood stained with the... Violence I have portrayed.

      With my values their world I invade.

      But is it true that I am self made?

      Made by another's design.

      Is this world really mine, now that I'm in the Big Time?

      B by the power of 3

      You used to be a natural brunette. But those days you now, try hard to forget. Your hair has been... And on the top of your head I've seen... More colours than on... Van Gogh's palate...

      And Matisse's brush combined. Your dyes are rainbows redefined. But for now your colour is... Bleached Bitch Blonde

      The question is... Will tomorrow you be the same? Or tonight will your here and now look, be long gone? Or will with the pass of time, you transform your locks in to Cheap Red Wine? Trying to make a loud comment by getting silent stares. They don't like your look. And you say, Who cares? You are sick of, the every so slight tint. If you are trying to get a strong message across, You can't transfer it with a weak hint. Your hair screams out for attention and says... Life's a bitch, so I will be a bitch if I want. I'm sick of all your two faced nicety, while you sharpen the knife, you will stab me in the back with. So you don't mind what sort of criticism, people give. Because by their own ideal ideas, they are made blind. You don't care what is the right or the

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