The stream (all workshops)
Heavenly sovereign
Almighty rightfully rules
Earthly citizen.
Terrene rulership struggle
Blue, red fight for sovereignty
They lost their belief
Because they refuse to see
The goodness inside
Walk now with purest feelings
Of Unconditional love
Till time comes we meet
Those gone before us again
On heavenly grounds
One nation many faces
Come together under God
Snow circles windows
A painting of dawn relief
Night comes in quarters
phony sorrows
the bright eye blazing
thundering
the bridge alive
shaking while the boxcars
snaking
travel haunted by
I wore my fringe coat leather
a dandy with concerted bounty
in from the lost county
tangled up
intentions charged
the river why
rippled and chilled
deep enlivened
moonlight thrilled
the dark harvest
in the foyer of stars
snowfall footsteps
and sleeping cars
...
I tried weed to give me some hype
Wrong bloody stuff gave me second sight.
Now I hear that heroin is so very strong
Nearly drown in the toilet, when rescuing a thong
I can't be for this place at all,
not a bomber, so no virgins call
I saw this toadstool in the wood
It was red with white spots I thought Oh good!
So down I bowed to get a grip
Didn't know it was a frogs trick (Typo)
I grow deadly nightshade in my garden now
I hope Bella Donna is magic somehow
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when the clack of keyboards cease
and pages of unbound books
scattered by the indolent breeze
produce a melancholy dirge
think of all the unwritten words
that remain stillborn in the mind
much like the gilded pheasant
out of the snare and into the fire
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He takes out the trash, or makes dinner
thinks he's cleaned the whole house
he's not capable of being quiet as a mouse
full of self-praise
himself, he amaze
selective hearing and speech
sometimes hard to reach
never practices what he preach
loveable and incorrigible
he's not interchangable
Hubris…
how abhorred am I
that bulls
surround me
all my bones
lay scattered—
a chaotic abacus
What is it
I hold?
— hubris?
this stunted form
my crippled spirit
forest creatures
stray
far from me
wolves
bark
at my shadow
What is it I own?
—hubris ?
alone
By whose
name do I go?
Richard
Spindle-shanks
David
Hobble-foot?
Which of these am I
how are monsters named?
A nameless existence
Dwells in the castle of ruins.
When thunder strikes,
Mirror falls crashing down.
She begins her soliloquy,
Acting like an radical goddess,
Pretending to gather
Specks of hope
On the dust-covered floor.
Breaking.
Something inside her abode is breaking
She’s losing her grip on
What is left
Of her once a beautiful world.
you are so wonderful
the icy flakes must slap
as warmth through your lips
you exchange
through mittens
I guess
though it rained
and
may have snowed....
your words are outstanding
and befitting too
how I wish I could compose
as lovely poetry as you do.
perhaps this is my maiden attempt
as I traverse across
the snow clad street
side by side
yes of course incognito
tis true....
Someone turned the colour up
I now see
blood roses smiling
and kookaburra laughs
colouring my day
babies breath wrap
the columns of the night
black pearls glimmer
its crystal Windows
Jasmine wafts
flowering the breeze
a touch so soft
its velvet hand does tease
Senseless
in this bliss
this wonderment
I am thankful
someone came back from the dead
PLAY MISTY FOR ME
In a mist of mushroom gray
swirls of yellow play
their yellow mellow melodies.
and in a sea of poppy red
I contemplate when I’ll be dead
but I’m so stoned
it matters not
Pass the hookah and the pot.
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