workshop
I look up and then He.
Coffee shop chai latte,
foam at the bottom
on table
and I.
When I look up,
He.
Denim dark indigo wide cuff,
he says out of function but he knows what looks good
and I know that he looks good
so I can’t stop thinking to myself
“My god he looks good”
This obsession isn't helped at all by this
ONE thing
that has become
THE thing to change
ALL things.
When I look up,
He.
He knew morality
came before religion,
today there is an awakening
of the human spirit.
Religion must take a back seat
to the caring of our world,
we finally understand
our affect on the grid.
Our children's children
may survive.
Acceptance is their course,
good we won't be around
to fuck it up anymore.
I seek the answers to the questions
First I must ask the questions.
Do I want to crawl upon the earth?
Did I wish so many to live in poverty?
When will you stop the children dying?
Where are the shelters you should have built?
Can you say you have done enough?
Why do many become ill, for the want of food?
Will that rifle, stifle cries for a peaceful time?
Why do full metal jackets scream questions?
Does splitting the atom feed the children?
Do the poor make poverty, or is it the rich?
Alas, Winters black and bitter wine
Stains the chins of Dionysus children
His gaze pales the grapes upon the vine
Their frozen faces, witness, the chorus of oblivion
For those who celebrate or not, the tale of how it all began, to whom this day's celebration found its humble beginnings. Read, but do not weep, he did all for love.
.
Valens, you are esteemed worthy,
at the Via Flaminia you lay:
Valentinus offered up in faith.
Your deeds aren't known in our day.
In this life you wed young couples;
an act the Emperor would not permit.
And though your grace the monarch received,
your execution he did transmit.
The distant is greener
humans alone have to
and secretly cheat,
animals are open and free
they have no society...
so we being from the animal kingdom
inherit their genes
but society lays norms unknowingly,
as those who do so
are passed their teens
they are prone to forget
what current life really means
it’s all in ones genes
we look at the other side of the hill mostly
so darker and green
till we reach the end
but by then we all have been
seen!
For a day to come there shall be sun rise
If it set and darkens the stars will light up the eve
Without them the bliss we share today would be fallacy
So we look up each day for them to glow
If am the eyes of friends and foes what will i see of me
Am i that which is missed when not in mist
That which draws tears from eyes when hurt
Or that which is mocked when not in mist
That with no mark of effect through life
I ponder on my impact on my race
Reaching a point of vow
I shall stand out of peers for change
I’m sorry were having a fight
when things bother me I go quiet
I build things up inside,
they maybe small -
but because there held in so long they sit
and turn my insides into a festering pit
the smallest slight can then become a raging tornado
an uncontrollable reaction
that doesn’t fit the supposed crime
and -
even though I know all this
at the moment I’m still mad
a major disagreement because
of all the little tiffs we never had
When we
first met I didn’t think you were anyone special just
another bloke with blue eyes and testosterone. It was a hot
day I remember that. We drank beer and casually swapped
edited life histories but really I wanted to be alone eyeing
up the musicians through dust clouds of people moving from
tent to tent buzzed by flies odours of pizzas patchouli and sun tans.
All the young ones smoked behind the stages or huddled
together mostly bare flesh and tattoos exchanging tongue studs.
I felt a trickle of warmth
as the frozen part of me thawed
One night of heated passion
soothed years of being clawed
When I think of the early days
none too sure of what to do
I smile at the thought of us
so different, me and you
Lust laid down in the backseat
being only second best
Love grew slowly stronger
passing every test
Time has melted our hearts together
welded the parts real strong
Trials buffing out the rough edges
on days that seemed too long
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