The stream (all workshops)
There are angels among us,
The Bible tells us so.
Keeping us save
Wherever we may go.
No one can harm us,
We have nothing to fear.
They will always protect us
When danger is near.
No one can see them.
They can’t answer if we call,
But in your case it’s different
Cause you my guardian angel….I can show to all.
Across the unseen water
shrouded in the cool embrace of night
lamps of sleep shine orange-bright
in pools of light suspended in
a swirl of darkened misted gloom
and I, perched on a concrete slab
beside eternal lap of water
that from the empty street
the cops can never see
drink of the darkness
in the silence
to pretend there are no other souls
within a hundred leagues of here.
weep little sweet
the poisons in the treat
that ol junkdogs in heat
cause shes the bitch
that bites the witchs
thats serves the snitchs
and in her soiled knuckel locked
holster
is the courage feist that bolsters
slick eyed race
that cuts a trace
babycakes
gurl
you done gone
and set this town
awhirl
the heart sways the branches
but I am more shadow than you
the rub is silk in silence
between the moments of morning
so that thin birds slip through
this is the limit of the light
mushroom and clover things
shaping their form in dry leaves
with every nothing of the world
into spring
At What Cost a Christian Chequebook …
Doesn’t anyone find it disgustingly odd?
that a book meant for a saintly tomb.
Written by men who’re said to be of god,
is worth more than the fruit of the womb.
They say negotiations went incredibly well,
purchasing this book for nine million pounds.
I say they and the book should burn in hell,
I mean this is as stupid, as it bloody sounds.
Free these city streets
beneath her feet
burden by concrete
sky tower, tenements, pigeons perched
gutter rats dwindle from the light
there's something kinda beautiful here
to early rise
a yellow ball east of China town
off broadway and the bridge buckling down
the city illusive . . .
with no ninjas just chaotic chinese
chopped into Bruce Lee videos and wind chimes
continue to ring in dingy take outs
doorway standing nursing a plastic container
rice noodles, baby bok choy
The minds manifest has so many weights
one such corner has the best enclave
to reminisce for the events gone by
yet imagine ones ahead
in the creation of one’s mind
bold, stout and fervent
the dreams one gets are heaven sent,
if there be one
otherwise dreams are the seeds of rejuvenation
a man can only create and procreate
with visual injection
of thoughts deeds and action
which manifest from sheer virtual imagination
the impossible is a deterrent,
the positivity is cornered
poor, poor little girl
she wants to be grown up
longing for a home
while she sits and sulks
and thinks and thinks
of how to play this game
go fastfastfast
until you get enough
but you never get enough
so shut up kid
when the sky is this blue she must envy it
she must be set apart, yet she must be the same
so cool and clever, so deliberately far from the box
that damnable, evil mold everyone falls victim to
whatever you say dear
you'll have your time to fly high
IT IS
Something else and something else,
why does that sing a song
one where the words
forgotten
keep on coming along
beside me, through me
as I go
to where I do not know
who is looking,
what is looking
our consciousness
the brain its ticking time
where does awareness go
when there is nothing to be aware of
any more
we are a part
apart
yet joined to all that is
what is,
is something, nothing, nought
and yet its there
It is.
Nordic cloud.
Its a good night he says,
Its a good night
for a race in the full moon light
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