Queensland (A Poem Spawned from another Poem)

four years ago I lived in a sleepy laid back town

my computer was hacked by a fucking clown

it was several clowns in all actuality

the mindless master behind the brutality

was an older guy, far from being a man

put a ring on my finger as part of his plan

a self proclaimed woman hating prick

he hated women because he had a small dick

he married me to get my trustfund money

the joke was on him but he didn't find it funny

he thought he was a player but had no game

when I told him "I knew" things weren't the same

I changed all the locks when he went to Boise

when he tried to break in the alarm was noisy

I knew everything he'd been doing from day one

tried to forgive, but then he went for my son

even for a him it was a low blow

I was nicknamed "the tiger," but he didn't know

my clienté and my supplier gave me that name

like all tigers, I go for the jugular vein

I had more than one opportunity to end him

by taking the high road I allowed him to win

not by a knock out, TKO or by a landslide

just by a nose so he could hold onto some pride

believe me, it would've been easier to kill him

it takes much more strength to let someone win

when the game you're both playing has no rules

the skills to survive aren't taught in the schools

adrenaline junkies would fail half way through

it sounds like I'm bragging by telling the truth

words can't describe the damage that was done

to my mind, body and soul; that's not how he won

it took a lot of time and effort for all of them to heal

irreplaceable, my "work" is what he chose to steal

while reading "Queensland" I flashed back in time

remembering my web site that hosted my rhymes

when they hacked my computer taking my files

rerouting my "tree" and changing all my profiles

stealing my two domains after I re-registered them

deleted the one for my book to cause more mayhem

but they deliberately kept my business domain

changed all my information, keeping the name

when I went to white light therapy I discovered

he made Queensland the location hoping to cover

his previous mistakes that proved he was guilty

listing Queensland he attempted to convince me

our former employer was behind all of HIS drama

knowing I knew about their expansion to Australia

all it accomplished was proving his stupidity

he'd have a shot if I'd never been outside the country

when I looked at the web address it was missing ".au"

anyone who's traveled would have noticed this too

just as it was back then it is now, enough is enough

sorry for hijacking your thread with all of my stuff

some day I'll come across one of many triggers

I'll keep going without engaging or just go bigger

©July 12, 2014 – Tamara Imes-Nicholas

I'll Be Going

remember when I wrote the lines

the stanzas that made it all fine

poems telling stories about life

when I was your miserable wife

it all came so easily to me

there was nothing I couldn’t be

never cared, anymore or less

never wanted to be the best

just an outlet that kept me sane

kept me from doing terrible things

I felt better getting it all out

eventually I wouldn’t doubt

all I said was the painful truth

nothing left, no more to do

all my sadness turned to hate

never low on things to say

no looking back, just walked away

hoping that someday you’d pay

wishing that we’d never met

trying desperately to forget

it’s all gone now, nothing left

my heart and soul was put to death

memories strangled my last breath

what you stole - intellectual theft

now I can honestly say I’m fine

though you took all that was mine

I don’t care so don’t even stress

I don’t hate you any more or less

what happened may be for the best

you’re just like all the fucking rest

incapable of love, you’re blessed

to be cursed forever by your stress

forever lost like a plague or pest

heard a voice invite me as their guest

as I feel tightening in my chest

I’ll be going any day I guess

©July 2014 – Tamara Imes-Nicholas

A Furry Tale

this is a divine story

not one based on glory

it doesn’t start out furry

and, yes, you should worry

it’s created to screw with you

like everyone will always do

it’s my one-two punch

like a long, liquid lunch

it’s time for me to crunch

yes, that means it’s crunch time

it’s absolutely the end of the line

it came without any sign

nor any look of remorse

I’m teaching a new course

one on relentlessness

come take notes from the best

people say that I’m a mess

so they’re all under arrest

for conspiring a conspiracy

don’t try to pretend to be

deep because you’re superficial

all of you are vegetables

now, where’s my beef?

I know you’re just a thief

who stole my freestyle from me

every word that you read

smokes like it’s Kush weed

but it was really meant to feed

everyone who has a need

the destitute, sick and hungry

that Kush was a gift from me

therefore, it was all free

why’d you take it from me?

did you think I’d do nothing?

when you took the only thing

keeping me from harming

all the fucktards like you

now all I have to do

is think of ways to screw

each one of you, my enemies

you all mean nothing to me

no value in any of you

not one of you are my muse

but you all will be amused

when I make some shit stew

taking pieces from you

cook them up in a pot

you can like it or not

maybe I’ll just let you rot

feed you to the vulchers

just because you use coasters

doesn’t give you any culture

you’re just a fucking square

stuck inside my cross-hair

never could I care

and, yes, I would fucking dare

I watch the people stare

as each one of you drop

no one will try to stop

as I work my way to the top

making a massacre collogue

it started with burning bras

the big-boy club took pause

hear the thud from their jaws

slamming on the ground

it’s a very amazing sound

for those of you not around

don’t worry it’s on YouTube

now all of them are screwed

nothing gets missed these days

there’s never time to rephrase

what’s done is done, press play

now the world can be amazed

worthless fucks, watch what you say

I didn’t come to play

looks like I’m here to stay

so hit your knees and pray

it’s time for the rebellion

I’m starting it with my pen

amassing many Benjamins

from millions of real men,

and women with children

fed up with the injustice

like poverty, homelessness,

and all the curable sickness

it never should have come to this

there shouldn’t be a cost for bliss

won’t stop until the whole world’s pissed

ignorance will increase your risk

arrogance puts you on the list

casualties that won’t be missed

nothing changes if we don’t resist

they’re outnumbered, so make a fist

funny how they were the ones

who wanted all the rights for guns

ready to “stand their ground”

with no conscience to be found

the greedy pricks were bound

to be six feet in the ground

when Karma came back around

not one of them will be found

all we’ll hear is the sound

of victory throughout the land

cheering for the common man

grateful for the defeat

of the outnumbered, extinct elite

securing a quality of life

for your husband or your wife

so long as the earth lives on

which won’t be for very long

still, we should be celebrating

it could’ve been more devastating

at least there’s an understanding

that we are all human beings

no one more or less deserving

of the necessities for living

everyone of us are owning

responsibility for the earth’s dying

there’s no harm in trying

to keep Her from devolving

it may be too late, they say

but we’re going to try anyway

otherwise it would’ve been a waste

to come so far as a human race

it’s never too little or too late

it’s better to go out in such a way

being better off than yesterday

having overthrown famine and greed

we may as well die planting the seed

for Her rebirth to be all it can be

creating a better humanity

©July 10, 2014 – Tamara Imes-Nicholas