The stream (all workshops)
Don't fit me in your form
For i'm far from the norm
Don't try to contain
All that's in my brain
This normality,
makes us insane
In a mad world,
only the mad are sane
TRUE REFLECTIONS
as i wander farther from myself
into dissolution
bleeding edges of annihilation
I hold to what is left
of me
in memory and recollection
where I see
my lasting and true
reflection
Whispered endearments
tickling my ears
every breath
drawing me near
Featherlike fingers
up and down my arms
each movement charms
Kisses so soft
sailing aloft
on clouds of reverie
Lustfilled eyes
hypnotise
Stop being a tease
take me now, please
A deep hurt!
at times my heart weeps,
though rarely
when I see machinations
manifested in crooked minds,
seeking the fish from under the Dead Sea
when all are asleep,
wantonly
and
in pity seek a false admiration
to reach out for empathy,
callous folks still exist
I hate to say
but still
stalwart ice beneath our bold steps
the treachery of slopes
and the needles in our shins
the calves the wrists
we dream of natures kiss
and forelock youth
beneath a blue
we linger here behind the view
our dark wide screen
of vision care
Our pharmacy of meds
in tote We ratttle in
our winter coats
And for a day respite is
near The puffer steers
away and clear
That hissing mask
that holds us dear
like hostages so close
and near
IT’S NOT ABOUT UMBRELLA TREES
I feel the August heat still
rising from the tarred city street
sitting hands on knees
under three umbrella trees
and the smell of olive oil
garlic and sweet basil looking for me
from the kitchen window
just behind.
Time nurtures the heart
in memory
and the ghosts I see
still watch over me
hands on knees
under the shade
of umbrella trees
three..
Sugar baby
plaything for daddy
showers her in money
she's his honey
Fulfills her lifestyle
widens his smile
hugs and kisses
never his mrs.
He's paying her college fees
she's often on her knees
has a child to feed
gives her what she needs
Is it prostitution?
or business transaction
Is either getting hurt?
or is it all just sport
Sugar is very nice
to life it adds spice
but too much can be bad for you
I hope their actions they don't rue
text me with your fingertip
your filed shorn smooth little nail
drawing water beads apart
on the old mirror
take your Midol and drip toothpaste
from the frosted steam kissed lips
leaning hips against the warm
counter the cold sink edge
the drain swirls away
the night fog
hair spray makes the coif settle
and perfume on all
temporal points of landscape
The plains the little mountians
the lush valley
Treat you and cure you WUJANTO….
Treat by partly exposed for preventions. Treat our china tyrants acute durations by plots will need the help of his wife. First in views is he do not hope to kill his own wife.
All at once is to put away WUJANTO guns and send away all his pawns. Then by ways WUJANTO is criticize as bad as he likely had in normal.
Thus give WUJANTO a chance to miff without killing.
Final step give back WUJANTO his guns and follower men.
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