The stream (all workshops)
My lone, solitary confinement
when surounded by a crowd,
feels very odd, and alienesque
and too much to be allowed.
For in the grandest scheme of things
my compass point's not true,
all this time I've relied upon
a certain honesty from you.
Fooled into believing
we were both on the same page;
the trust that I most cherished
had morphed into a hurtful rage!
The tendrils of time did trick me
and then reached around my back,
started squeezing the life from me
as if I were under attack!
send me away to where there's
cobblestone streets and sepia skies,
where promises become miracles of eternity,
and broken hearts are fairy tales.
i don't want to know this sour burning
in the place within my stomach
where it feels like my heart dropped
when this darkest revelation was uncovered.
there is no merciful escape in dreams,
for all my fears manifest in images
that awake me with moist pillow,
and heavy terror of what dawn will bring.
It was love at first sight
Or so they say,
I lost my heart
So why give it Away.
He came unannounced
From the back of beyond
I couldn't believe my eyes!
Here was love,
Here was an angel in disguise
I made an ass of myself
When I was caught in the act -
Lurging forward as if to attack.
He smiled at me, to give me some slack.
So as with Adam
Who blamed it on Eve
I said my goodbyes
and took my leave!
Bj 24 June '11
Some taboos in our tradition reveal
Not mere structures of steps and rites
In burial observances, crowning a king
Or passages in marriages and successions
But potent pillars of tacit family ties
The slaughtered cow or goat has rules
Household of the first son takes the head
The waist is sent to his maternal origin
The legs with contrariety attached
Like what the owl and the rabbit say:
i.
you drew clouds
under my feet
to break my fall
only light
this side
of creation
salmon skies
embraced
your tenderness
ii.
I heard
your heart
calling
only love
will show
the way
let us
reconcile
this passion
before
it turns
to rain
and earth
swallows
our tears
goodbye
goodbye
we meet again.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lJNB8fXje3I
CLICHES workshop: It only comes once
It's all good<
Until you hurt some one
Keep it on the down low<
It’s best they don’t find out
It ain't nothing but a chicken wing<
When I look at the scheme of things
I am truly
Hot to trot<
To see what comes of this
A mile a minute<
You run your mouth
To many cooks spoil the broth<
Then plans fall apart
Silence is golden<
Just keep your trap shut
Once a fancified city slicker feller
was driving down a country road
when he hit a deer busting his radiater
scared him so bad he near dropped a load
I reckon the dude was still in luck
'cuz there wuz a farm house in sight
of where he had to stop his truck
a mere phone call would set things right
So he eased up on the porch on front
where he was met by a three legged pig
which hopped about with happy grunt
the oinker was both tame and big
uncovered and revealed
the revelation untwined
the false dawning of all
the word submerged
held at the edge
like a frightened wave
like aurora sweeping
I seek you
I see you
in the falling winter rains
in the dark river mane
I hear you whisper my name
where my heart you claimed
desire you said was a cutting flame
where you would remove the chains
where the gate called fame
would remove the opulence of
innocence like a smashed chalice
I'm game
Fresh as a summer's rain
A rolling stone gathering
no moss
A mile a minute
My frame
The lesser of two evils
Is a necessary evil
My acid test
Rotten to the core
I'm sane
Nose to the grindstone
The icing on the cake
that knocks
the cover off the ball
and Knocks that ball
Right out of the park
It's all good when some say
Keep it on the down low
then it ain't nothing but a chicken wing
There are those that insist on having it their way
Too hot to trot when expected to change
Then talk a mile a minute tuning out understanding
At other times too many cooks spoil the broth
then Silence is golden
and emotions are free as a bird
When love is blind
sex becomes a necessary evil and
all hands to the pump lose control
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