The stream (all workshops)
I scream and shout
but no one can hear me
I'm mute in their world.
I die a little in increments,
then revive just enough to survive,
at the end of the day.
We are an alien clan ,
set to wander upon this small planet,
cocooned in our own universe.
How could anyone fathom
the tangled depths, of another's despair,
and heights of their joy.
When we meet we will lay our burdens down,
we will need no more.
We will exist for one another.
Nothing more.
The relapse was swift
the scenes changed fast
I could hardly describe
the transport and the means
That took me far away
not by air, land and sea
I found myself in a place so strange
In the middle of a great hanging bridge
Over a large expanse of water
Suddenly
the bridge collapsed in front of me
Terrified
I ran faster than I had ever done
To get to the edge of the bridge
But not fast enough
to cover the stretch
I was afraid of being drowned
So I leaped and soared into space
A The Warring Within Me
Hard trying to stay warned
Of conflicts warring in my soul
The will to live, desiring Sheol
Freeness from pain lingering in my veins
I look to heaven, thankful for moments, between
Depressed, feeling distress, none to late
Inner peace increases, demise releases, as
I lie upon my sick bed, tie-in to God's message
Defending my reasons for leisure
Has become treason
A desirous, Industrious way burns within me
Feeling lazy, mentally dazed
Did we happen to surrender
small chunks of earth we claimed
as our own for a musical pathway to the stars?
Did prayer flags unfurl our camel's survival
in that lonely oasis of our vampire eyes,
why did no one meet us
with the rising sun?
Where were all the unopened doors?
Stark among the lush of youth
tall, unashamed
no leaves twirl downward
no fertile blanket of rot
to feed saplings
fresh with green sprigs.
Many seasons
they have tasted your nourishment.
Do they regard your wisdom
whispered in the mountain breeze?
Do they believe tales told of
life on the hill,
of cycles of torrents, droughts,
penetrating frosts and mountains
of drifted snow?
Do they devour the lore
falling among the leaves?
I saw a monster whose face was blank
With all my strength I tried to run
Something held my legs and dragged them along
Every step was hard a task to do
A witch flew with spells across the sky
I stumbled and began to crawl
Crawling was not easier either
How to escape was all I could think
Each move brought the monster closer
What was that? I turned to look
There it was in changing mode
A strange looking mountain gorilla
An elephant in a human form
A formless entity with all our fears
the hand that reaches across oceans
does not sing a siren's lullaby
does not churn the sea to give birth,
for love makes no demands and spares
neither blossom nor rind
but feeds the magnetic heart
with the scent of ripened fruit,
bearing memory and unyielding pleasure
like a lotus that unfolds,
petal to petal,
only the wisest owl takes life into
consideration, leaves his perch and
flies away, homeless for the sky.
A moment united
An awesome distinct thought,
point of view, none imagined
an idea freshly decided
initiated from creative cruxes of poetic etches
should be mounted, the next time
unveiled nuggets, shimmer in the light of your eyes
and, enhance taste, savoring the moment
Oh, child
you brighten
the darkest
sky
oh, you have grown
intro a young man
that embraces
ecstacy
you took my demons
as you became home
to my wildest
dream
a tear of joy
falls on my pad
my dark thoughts
flee at your sight
son, this world
felt monotonous
until you smiled
and my worries
were on the first flight
out of my mind
when I almost lost you
I became useless
As the time hesitated
To learn to love
I created you
The feeling
Left me spellbound
There you were
My phantom love
I desired nothing but you
In the pages of books I read
In work place
And in my dreams
I prostrated before your feet
Stretched my hands
To behold you
The empty space
Graced my hands
Brought cool chill
To the marrow in my spine
I looked again
Through misty air
To where you stood
You were not there
Gone without thinking of me
I was only a living pity
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