workshop
the soul wakes........... forced devalue
festival minds preventing them derivation
this was some inundate carnage
squeal and sobriety pertinent
immobilized foraging of those partook
surrender into invisibility
for on earth if recall be
after the penance of fate adjourn them
from much needed time to grow old
deficit kids- were exclusive saints
for this cause. About faith,
what is this whiplash whirlpool
dragging much more participants than enrolled
discipleship of fireball, inhuman inferno
I should enroll
as a poetry student
all Neopoets
are exquisite
I love roses with thorns too
and do you all know
light can not be appreciated
without visual darkness
So roses and thorns
do complement each other
what value has a rose
when thorn is torn
can anyone decipher
for me~
A bowl of porridge
with a glass of home-brewed tea
sate my appetite
A meal served with sincere love
is my wholesome nourishment
Cocaine to my brain
Relief from fucking caring
A welcomed numbness
Craving for just one more hit
Knowing it was killing me
The apocalypse is tomorrow
so batton down your lungs with the red earth
wet the dust to make clay
cover yourself in what you think is your worth,
The apocalypse is tomorrow
but throw your sorrows away.
We don't need them in this deathland
we care no more about what you say.
multipurpose setting but one dimension
this breed holds a stethoscope
wheels into cardiac I.C.U
plod scavengers in effectual white
-lab rat
now in two set one scene telescope
that breed holds a chalk- nab cat
their eyes glitter more for sorcery
roost feathers and painting circled eye
nudity to feet and coral beads regalia
lightening talking directly to ears
germ hands from clay storey cavements and straw umbrella
bloom blush
therin behind the bush
the ivy hyphen squads
in crushed per centage
uniforms
a reddened ruse
up harsh stairs
rush
beneath a scanned sky
and softened hush
a streaming instrument
of crime
sinks in its shallow stainless tray
while the girl in the gown
in sleeping frown
drifts dreamland realms
a gritty sky
the yellow nicotine teeth
combing dogs graves
and mongrel collar hues
the greasy fingers of
waste climb to heavens
floors and walk for you
When folks have all the time
what are just three lines
they call it a senyru
that's no crime
they test patience
comparing with red wine
and sublime
like my visions across the oceans
I see a senyru coming
but then I promised to remain
within my own domain
and raj I can't dare annoy
nor with Ian's ideology toy
but oh boy
Barbara has forgotten me
come lets go to sea
and watch the demise of a setting sun
which has a right to rise as a reborn one
elsewhere
They bloom to bring cheer
in wreaths shed silent tears
then are forgotten.
Such iconic life though short
shows how to deal with the thorns
A nice addition volunteered by Ian:-
Inside the rose bud
The perfume of feeling grows
My love is held so
So tightly within my heart
I know that she sees me there.
Open your eyes, my friends
We have been fed with lies for many years
This deception must come to an end
or it will ravage our dreams for the future
We have been nodding our heads,
machinations serving the corrupt without intent,
puppets to the minds deprived of humanity,
allowing them to stir our lives to ruins
Open your eyes and rise
let your voice be heard,
In silence our souls have died,
let them be reborn in this life
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