The stream (all workshops)
I enter, fear
crawling
on my skin
As curiosity
whispers
Stay a while
Perplexed, I
Sit on the couch
I can see the sun
Bowing its head
As a calm voice
Asks how I am?
Puzzled, I
Say, I guess okay
The old man in
The recliner says
Are you really?
His stare
Filled with empathy
As his wrinkled hands
Held my shoulder
His embrace
Spilled my troubles
Until I filled
Every empty bottle
On his bar
He looks her in the mouth and sees teeth, white, sharp. Ending with the tongue.
Red, animal-like.
It counts, 1 2 3
1 2 3.
123
Black is the thought, just.
You could.
Drowning in blood soaked regrets,
Razor's edge, cuts deep.
intrusive thoughts begin to seep,
soaking bed sheets as I weep.
Neverending torture, how I tried
to break the invisible chains that bind.
Stumbling, falling, nearly blind.
Was it so hard for you to be kind?
Time is a thief, for the things we love,
yet stood still while I burned at the stake.
How do you sleep under all that fake,
there is no give, only what you take.
I stood at the museum wall
And gazed upon the paintings there.
Powerful strokes and mighty lines
Showing me what the artists share.
I stood as one frozen in time,
And tried to contact Van Gogh’s heart.
"Dearest Vincent, master fine,
You rewrote the world’s view on art.
Tell me why you turned your back on
The traditions, set and followed
By those the art world built upon.
Your works upset their rules, hallowed."
Say Love be the very Devil,
Set against God the holy-father
Count me then one more heaven's rebel
A choice, there wouldn’t be any other
So I'll ride sin to those hot gates,
That black steed the lord wholly hates.
Just to have love in my reach
Find her doors, knock and then screech,
Of all my sins and all their names.
"Tell Love the Devil, ye gate keeper, tell her,
Save me a dance among the flames!"
Dad:
I see the pain in your eyes
my girl why are you hurting so?
May we speak of this thing?
I want to understand your woe.
Caitlin:
Fibromyalgia, hurts so bad
with heat so intense you see,
it Burns! my hands are on Fire!
Like a searing coil inside of me!
Dad:
Pills won't help at all
you must brave it alone,
I see the tears you fight
hear your internal moan...
Caitlin:
VERTIGO UNIVERSE
SPINNING WILDLY OUT OF CONTROL
IT’S TAKEN YOUR MIND
YOUR BODY AND SOUL
BANISHED, EXILED
INTO A BLACK HOLE
THE DARKNESS WITHIN
HAS ENVELOPED YOUR SOUL
YOU’RE WALKING A WIRE
AND LOSING CONTROL
YOUR COGNITIVE CONSTRUCT
IS NO LONGER A ROLE
YOU CAN’T WAVE THE CONSEQUENCE
YOU MUST PAY THE TOLL
THEIR WORDS ARE INVASIVE
THEY CUT TO THE CORE
YOU CAN'T WAIT TO RUN AGAIN
MAKE A MOVE TOWARDS THE DOOR
Grief grabbed ahold of my heart
and shook it violently
until every memory of you
fell out
onto this piece of paper...
America - This nation will remain
the land of the free only so long
as it is the home of the brave.
courtesy a local Indiana man,
one named Elmer Davis -
(1890-1958) was
a journalist and broadcaster.
He worked for the New York Times
from 1914 to 1924.
As nightly news analyst
for CBS (1939-1941)
he had an audience
of 12.5 million viewers.
Roosevelt appointed him head
of the newly created
Office of War Information (OWI) in 1941.
Divided and informed
Still doubt if sensible
Point has been formed
Impeach and accuse
Hey quickly
Hide your point of views
Republican or democrat
What happen to just
Another bureaucrat
Save America they say
Don’t know when
How about today
What about a term limit
Are aliens going
To find a way to trim it
Put spending on pause
Or is uncle sam
Just Santa Claus
Border still open
Will we see change
Or left to hoping
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