The stream (all workshops)
Under the cover of darkness
Secrets are made
hidden like treasures
in the heart of earth's core
Secrets are like diamonds
dirty, tainted with impurities of life
Secrets like ocean jewels
when purged of it's sins
makes the heart shines
like pearls on the necks of stars
Secrets made and shared
under the cover of darkness
when revealed at dawn
draws the light of truth
on mountaintops
if you are battle weary,
lay down your weapons of mass destruction,
remember the process of
internal combustion, how only after food is swallowed
the process of digestion, assimilation
and elimination begin,
Glass II
Await the sound
Await the sound
Await the sound of breaking glass
The insects march in unison
Unaware of the control they are under
I watch them dance below
Stomping wildly to the droning beat
Rhythm too fast
Bass line too harsh
Await the sound of breaking glass
Flashlight photography
Blinding tired eyes
Disguising blatant lies
(chorus)
Strobe light nightmare
Infrared dreams
Disintegrating
Into ultra violent screams
Darkness
Slowly bleeds into the light
As a stain
Of India ink
Sunset,
But a memory or myth
Sleep will come
If you believe
You are
Truly safe from my death grip
Is it faith
In the unseen
I laugh,
Night is where the terror lives
Can you see
In my dark light
I do,
what I see is fear in you
Dancing in
A starless sky
Close them,
think that I am not with you
Let your sleep
Carry you on
as long as you want me to
love you and longer still
i will stand by your side
for eternity if you will
see the longing i have for you
as i look deep in your eyes
i feel a spiritual connection
once born that never dies
One man, one wife,
The ideal thing to do
Laws made to protect
Support the weak in love
Bigamy, polygamy and polyandry
For reasons diverse and varied
Though outlawed in the mores
Hold sway in forms and guises
The man with ninety nine wives
Ha! That’s just too much for one
His children known by names
And to each, a number given
Some credos egg on more than one
With conditions to love them equally
Be it for economy or strength in numbers
The fighting cock protects his harem
Stars have faded in the eastern sky
as the horizon bleaches black to gray
Carolina bids the night goodbye
and prepares for yet another day
A barred owl silently glides past
to his daytime secret sylvan home
June sunrise is coming fast
acrobatic squirrels start to roam
Mist streamers lift from the still pond
like last night's departing ghost
where cat tails wave like a magic wand
crane touches down silent, almost
What Are We?
We all are angels
of our own breed,
Akin to apparitions
of human seed
Upon wings of angels
we seem to fly
And
With
And
Into eternity unknown
we all perish
So whilst we live
Life,
We ought to
cherish
There's that black pot
Looming large
And shadowing the kettles,
All sooted like the lot.
There's the master
Lean and tall
And capped, squared;
(encompassed actually)
In checkered skins
and oddly fitting kilts.
A Scotsman on his rite,
A concrete slab afore
The pinafore
And big brother watching
Amusingly.
Her style did meet my banter
so, we toyed with each other's eyes;
I wondered how my world would change
if she were to try me on for size!
It's true, that I don't own a car
so,I couldn't pick her up,
it's also true I wanted more
than her company during, "sup".
Her beauty was more intelligent
than first had met my eye,
I wondered what she thought of me
then, thought I shouldn't pry.
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