The stream (all workshops)
Between a breath of pain
balanced on the edge of reason,
I raise my pen
~~~
I watch as hope
seeps from your eyes
knowing this,
nothing was too much
or to heavy to bare,
as waves of my suffering
overtake your sanity
know this !
your love saves me
as ripples of mortality
threaten to overtake me,
your strength lifts me
to play among the stars,
ever riding the stardust home.
knowing this
nothing is forever
except this love we share
~~~
Turn me over
in my grave
and set me free,
do not
admonish me or banish me
to your own private hell
Make no promises
you can not keep,
uncork the bottle that forgets time,
let's be drunk
on the sentience of love
and make love
until my lips turn cold
to kisses
and the stream of sunlight
The moonlight and her erstwhile shadow
belong to no one's avail,
but feel all of you,
inside me,
clamoring to be heard
They called her hemlock
She’d have you in neck lock
She’d talk and talk
Until you couldn’t walk
Then release you after an epoch
As the washing went round and rotated
She sat on the top and gyrated
As the spinner begun
She said, “This is fun”
And finished her laundry elated
Now American football enthrals
There are plays there are tackles and falls
It’s not stagnant or staid
And it’s usually played
By men with oddly shaped balls
A lady called Margaret Prideaux
Was a pretty but lonely young widow
Though she no longer frowned
When the plumber came round
For she really enjoyed what he did, oh!
There was a vamp who did bite
All the ladies took fright
His speed was such
He didn’t move too much
But fell on a spike from a height
I have never been oppressed by a rose
nor feared its thorn...
In your garden my Beloved,
I am but a thought
returning,
a waft of pleasure in your embrace
if you
should fall for the third time,
let the violet crushed
speak no riddles
to a wayward sun,
place an armful of black-eyed susans
in abstraction,
circle its motion
but do not lament the lemon tree,
my Love--
fill the pond with summer lilies,
deep and yellow
I missed my wife today
while she had to be away.
Realised how lonely I’d be
if she wasn’t here with me.
Without her love and smile
life wouldn’t be worthwhile
I missed my wife today.
I missed my children today
seeing them happily at play.
Sunny days and ice creams
bedtime stories before dreams.
They’ve grown and moved on
now my little ones are gone.
I missed my children today.
skin,
the feel of it,
entering the lost domain
of sensation
skin,
the peeling away
of all that would stand in its way
to be empty of plots and twists
skin,
the magic of touch
and being touched
to enter a ritual
unto itself as old as
creation as new as desire
basking like an otter
under the sun,
skin,
how it soothes the caged
heart, fires the breath
and rocks the ages,
breaks up monotony
and serves the pleasure
of kings and queens,
Sorceress, daughter of darkness,
pagan enchantress goddess of doom.
creatures of the midnight take flight
through the Necropolis.
Abandoning Pagan roots
for darker Satanic stirrings
she blends into her cauldron
Hemlock, spiders and bats blood
she draws a circle
with sacred rod in her hand
drawing symbols and sigils
of magical design
If the day
contemplated a year
then,
I have lived lifetimes
in an hour.
if a moment
could have moulded me,
it was this one
when our atoms danced
at first contact,
the static rubbed
at uncomfortable,
I felt the sting that said
‘stand sharp’
I watched the blue
of your eyes
cloud with a storm,
your fingers twitched
as I unfolded my wings,
burnt, torn and scarred,
you raised your hands
and with the balm of your palms
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