The stream (all workshops)
WINTER CHILLS
[inspired by Puccini's aria "Languide Carezze" [TOSCA]
WINTER CHILLS
The sky was frozen
sapphire still
and the sunlight pierced
through a sudden winter chill.
the days are getting colder
the Palm trees will not dance
tonight
In warm southern breezes
I turn my lights to dim,
sit in my easy chair
and for a moment
stare
into memories hidden
somewhere
in my mind
Why didn’t you tell me
long ago
what I now know:
they were like mini dreams
run through the mill
ideals crushed
delicate
structured
disciplined
stood there with her
mittens flexing
her spine bent
back looking up
at the black looking
back down
"Think God's in?"
I could hear the sizzle
of the high test utility
lines
"I don't know honey, If
he is in he's probably
busy hustling up business
cause we need all them
angels now"
Would you love me if I lived?
Would you love me if I died?
Would you love me if I was the only one who survived?
Would you love me if I crashed?
Would you love me if I burned?
Would you love me if I had nothing at all to give in return?
Would you love me if I failed?
Would you love me if I cried?
Would you love me if the whole wide world fell apart from the inside?
I may not have style,
And I may not have class,
I may not have money,
I hope with time that will pass,
I tell you this just so that you’ll know,
Just what you’re getting yourself into,
I am naught but a man,
But anything is what I’d do for you,
Now I can’t promise you a life of privilege,
Nor one devoid of pain,
Our lives will be full of hardship and toil,
And an ungodly amount of strain,
At last, I stand now
On the edge of the world
With no friend and no kin
O life! You fiendish autumn
For you have shed from me
The green leaves of bliss
All the glamour and glitz
And cast me away into the desolate places
There, my eyes no longer saw
Upon the horizons, the beacons;
The rising glow of the waking days
And the glimmers of the waking twilights
There is a vanishing point
between the horizon and jasmine sea
there are places we have to go
because we have a song to sing
you are here on this unwritten page
like poems we have yet to speak
like love that unmakes us
that splits the you and I
of us
into two
again
and again.
We drown in that distant light
deep with kisses and broken wings
that remember
the sound of our yielding.
another tear to shine my guitar
another stitch to rip out of a scar
another regret i regret that i had
but it's all that i ever had left
another knife to cut out my soul
my heart's beating backwards, i'm out of control
and don't say you're sorry, sweet sorrow is crushing
you can't hear her cry over red river rushing
do me a favor and let me forget
unplug your phone and get out of my head
i never knew anyone could be too close
but sometimes your memories are what i miss most
For Nothing is aught else but cold
and Nothing thrice is nothing more.
Chief requisite that aught is told
in epopee, archival lore
needst something wrought of nothing come to be.
Eternity does not begin.
Time renders never back its flow.
The Flame will have not origin.
Ablaze thru All and Aye, ergo
‘tis paradox the Will that would be Free.
Adum
THE LAND OF CHUZZLE WOO
In the far North West, where pink vultures nest,
Lies the land of Chuzzle Woo.
There the mountain range might appear quite strange,
For the highest is four foot two
I've heard hippos cry as they try to fly,
Flapping legs like Twitchy Sue,
But its best all round they stay on the ground -
Imagine droppings of hippo poo!
DISCONNECT
[inspired by the works of St. Exupéry and Sartre: VOL DE NUIT and LA PESTE]
And I wonder
why love dies
for some and lasts forever
for another one
And I think
where did all the friendships go
promises of unconditional “ever to be.”
why revenge and cruelty
when they end.
There are no true connections
no real loving or affection
for some…for many.
we whirl in Time in our own
sublime dreaming
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