The stream (all workshops)
intimacy
strangers naked in a room
Straddling, eyes glazed,Weight pressed
Entering your body space, Exploring crevices and nooks
Exploding in your head or your horizon
intimacy
Twenty something German woman
talking about threesomes
To a total stranger
And suggesting ........what was she suggesting ?
intimacy
A glance in passing, a feel, a smell
A thought, a caress,
Words not spoken ,
Wonderful warm wetness when he has gone
pretti escort footsteps
past the tall church eskrow
the black limbed forever hinges
of streetlights and rainkiss
in summer
the leaded panes of heroes
and dead heroines
wrap winters drifts past the sharp
block endings of dead apartment
housing
the closed up theatre that has seen
enough the nickle rails where the
seven thirty eight freight squeals
through town come morning
waking mothers junkies and miners
awake for the shifts
Hopes and fears come dancing
within the deep of night.
Upon the stage of dreams they play
and disappear by light.
At times as unknown characters
their lines of script are read.
At others, friends and family
in scenes of joy or dread.
Sometimes recalling what was seen
when comes the waking hour.
But most remain obscure by day
without sleeps magic power.
Attempts made at remembering
a futile task at best.
So racking of the consciousness
is quickly put to rest.
I stand on a cliff,
Holding the remnants of an hourglass
The waves coming from afar,
Slaps the edge.
It's screaming
The names of the world
Lost in time,
Like the voice
From the deepest place of my heart
today a fundamental was cleared
it's all about eyes,
I thought mine
were the most beautiful
till I saw yours
your eyes are
much more wonderful
mine even today
are stared at by guys and gals
old women and men
also look into them
what they adore
I’d love to know
for sure....
but friend
you mustn't close your eyes
as they love yours
I measured out in twilight, past
how cold was the chandelier sky,
I viewed fine lacettes made from shadows
as I slipped into twilight without a try.
Had you been there, I would've taken you into
night's neon-star, lightning maze,
you'd have to hold on to me ever, so tight
for the trip lasting seconds, felt like days!
With a wink, and a blink I took a ride in the sky
in a fraction of twilight, so quick!
I grabbed hold of an odd-numbered moonbeam
and was flying so fast, I felt sick!
I'm not able, I won't, I can't
this is the weak person's chant
makes me want to rant
try to stay calm but I can't
Which sort of virus would I like to have?
on my computer damaging my work?
on my text phone spying on me?
Or one placed in my body by lust?
Of all of these if I were to rave
I'd prefer the one with the perk
Except if the virus was HIV
And was a betrayal of trust
In the spheres before time began to tick
Man occupied a crowned glorious estate
Man-god, he could do almost anything
He fell and lost his place in paradise
Most children basked in reflected glory
Of love and protection of their parents
Good old days, a dream in far away land
Before the final walk out of Eden
Lonely journey, this man must undertake
Each step forward is a return to source
His purpose, to secure safe homecoming
As he gropes the dark forest of errors
gather up the plans
the smoking end
the lavender glade
is awake at the bend
the gentle river width
that flows
like candle burning monks
whom know
and hopi eyes
the brother twins
that walk the skies
beyond the mayan
moments thrill
the tender madness
in the mask
greeting the morning
here at last
set auto lock
and hide the keys
its time to watch
the hungry movement
in the trees
all of that which
has become and leads
what history sees
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