The stream (all workshops)
Words. A. Maze…
Words are amazing they can bring
a sentence together, turn a drab rainy
day into the brightest of weather.
Make a horse jump, a rushing river
roar, they’re the beginning of a novel,
easily giving order to a musical score.
Taking your mind to dance on clouds
of richest rains, calming all anxiety
relinquishing the most hurtful pains.
Revealing to us the true depth of colour,
when all we see is grey, explaining the
unexplainable as our hero’s turn to clay.
In minutes it arrived
singing in low voices and
swinging from street lights.
It danced under branches
and wallowed in the breeze.
It hid under carpet and
scrabbled out of leaves.
It slipped over and laughed like
a hundred wobbling cranes.
Then pulled me closer while
whispering your soft name.
It was a freedom etched in
sadness with a solemn
blackened face.
DESERT WINDS
You came to me
on a desert wind
hiding treachery
behind perfumed smiles
and opiate lies.
The evil that you bring
is the death
of a serpent's sting
and all that flowers in me
dies
wore the colors of illusion
wove through the eye of a hurricane
you rode
iridescent green and blues
tapestries gathered
all by you
and the frost grew
and grew
the lake breath blew
against the star eye
of the evening traffic light
beneath the window
were you put out your
candles
praying for the signs
eventuality would arrive
and right thing up
Between stations, snow.
Bryson said one percent of the dancing static
is left-over from the big bang.
That's useful information,
maybe aliens or gods are trying to make
contact
but we're too busy watching
the other three hundred stations,
filling our heads with escapism
while life is lost on the living ninety-nine
per cent and the one percent takes it all.
However, even stars die and leave black
holes where nothing escapes, not even
light.
Dawning
Your shadow draws shorter devouring itself
as sweet morning light wanes into noon,
that time of day when all seeming
loses it's resplendent illusions
and the fairy magic of twilight
is swept under the vast carpet of day.
Echoes of your fading smiles
and midnight eyes burning into memory
are lost in the horizon of introspection.
If they ask about me, tell them these
That I have taken to the seas upon the east
To journey west into the blank beyond
Where Hades kind go on their voyage
What is there to find?
Coldness and void
Weary feet upon meaningless walks
Ears but foes to the windless talks
Eyes entranced in a battle against the veils
HOME MOVIES
Home movies black and white
faded celluloid 1940s
16 millimeter dry and brittle
flickering through time
a blinding light
and we splice a life
back together
again...
empty reflections
of yesterdays
flickering through time
the light of the full moon shines
as white diamond hind tall trees
hanging high above dark skies
spraying streamed light through my sliding glass door
you fall into my day
happier then happy
brushing my teeth
was a bore
but now its worse with
you
now a chore
the world crumbles
and groans and
you whisper now
like a flicker of light
like rain upon my
wrists
like sweat crawling
to one eye and stinging
boreal forests cant
hold you
nor the wolves ignore
you
You slip then slide
like a draft upon my
spine
you were never so
sublime
and I know when
the madness will
take me
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