The stream (all workshops)
satire clone
I hear sighs
ringing
down the wires
dripping like raindrops
the pearls of
words
in a world
Why do I want you so damn bad?
You really make me squirm.
My innards rip apart in fire.
With just a single look from you,
My soul is set to burn.
APOCALYPSE
And when the wars were done
the soldiers left
to almost none
came marching home
to find no one.
for a madness had taken
soul and mind
of those left behind
across the skies
stained crimson red
churning black
Angels wings ripped and torn
filed two by two
out of Heaven's Gate
the dead by their side
singing ¬in excelsis deo
God was back….
.
Laughter of a nature divine
shook the universe
and fear owned the hearts
of Mankind
again
Feeling nothing more then the way you make me
Even if I'm down it's the feeling I get when your around
She got the power to turn a frown right side round
The upside... opposite of being down
It's a shame she's leaving town
Still I wished her the best even when inside I was wishing
She didn't have to go.....With everything in my soul I wanted to tell her don't
If I wanted the best for her I wouldn't be selfish
thanks all
it’s a sad day today
but all your appreciations
make way
and
sweet smiles I now
once again display
life's mission is so
that's all we know,
people come and people go
when who will come
we perhaps, may know
but who's to go
Heaven alone knows...
She owns each heart that dares to dream
and quickly initiates,
he settles for his drama spared
while he evaluates;
she chooses to quietly greet the dawn
and secretly contemplates,
he hears anguish, her voice is gone
as she deliberates.
She understands, he's indecisive
learning to tolerate,
he alone, can predict the future
for those that irritate;
She wanders lost inside his eyes
and feels him devastate,
he merely feigns a shocked surprise,
reaching out to violate.
TATTOOS
White hot sun scorches stones,
their crystals burning rainbows
sharp as glints of light that pierce the skin,
when patterns merge with matter,
man made magic, singed into the membrane thin,
a shout of pain the brain perceives,
no sound to hear, no star to see,
I love to read you
Dear Esker...
twill be a pleasure to meet you
when I come to Ottawa….
but then
I wouldn't like to risk my anonymity
Oh! what a pity
I can never meet ye
in all sincerity
but shall find a way
if wills divinity
rise ruby lisp
like a jewel lip
the hot house leap
We the attic tenders
an ache of cotton
stretched upon our arms
and the tall haze of summer
climber of the yard
we hear static whispers
in transistor resistors
the wind torn towers
transmitting
we are dark ovid acres
carbon crystals in the light
we are the hunger of water
when our loves hurt and parched
passion wends our sight
After flying extremely high
by my incompetent seat of my pants,
I finally took some time to study
how to turn down an awkward "dance".
Armed with this powerful knowledge
I'd look over both choice's results,
some asessments took me down fairer pathways
and with others, I just missed the boats!
Nonetheless, l owned each purchase
retaining what accompanied each choice,
Silently, I'll remember and regret them
or bellow disdain with my Big Daddy voice!
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