The stream (all workshops)
can I define
the moment
when words
found a voice
I think not,
for neither
am I Neruda
or Bukowski
but there has always
been the need to
feed on knowledge,
appease a muse
now life flows
ink and script
undefined by form
to
free fall
in motion
upon pages
"Without Question" (Lyrics)
by Ty Drescher
Don't get me wrong,
I believe you when you look me in the eyes
Got me thinking,
everything's gonna be alright
but in the back of my mind
I remember the things they've said,
tried telling myself
they're just trying to get in my head
Symbolizing the sacrifice of lord himself,
this day makes us feel the power of humanity.
but do we still feel this eternal love?
do we have peaceful minds without fake vanity?
Lord jesus must be wondering at his wonder,
the world,the people,who cannot hear,
the crescendo in their own souls,a wonder...
Evil spirits are ruling this livelihood,
making the mighty's creatures looking unearthly...
So much greed,anger,war,devil's destruction,
low cost of life,high cost of death.
I stand and watch as time goes by
and progress rolls like a juggernaut
it cares not what lives or dies
for all that's lost is soon forgot
As pastures, fields, and wood and glades
are turned to asphalt parking lots
the beauty of our youth's world fades
beneath the dozers' brute onslaughts
They come from places out of town
drawn by a slower pace of life
but, one here, they scowl and frown
if others come with child and wife
The tears of angels rain upon you
So lost in sound and also in view
Your soul is half of what it once was
Since your earth shattering, heart breaking loss
May the tears of the angels cleanse you
May they comfort you in all you do
May you feel their presence all around you
To bring you much needed reassurance in this time of darkness
May the tears of the angels clear your eyes
Helping you in some small way to realize
That all is not lost, all is not in vain
As bleak as your days are, as dark as the unknown is
Words stripping nerves like a blade to a sapling,
destruction of the delicate ear drumb,
and violation of the brain cells.
Syllables assault the senses,
scorching empathy,
and striking me down.
Verbs, Adverbs, phrases and terms
scratching at the soul,
Ripping and stretching.
A withering glance says
more than mere language,
it burns me to the core.
.
to choose a moment
as epitaph
the one I die into
I picture blue and green
and you and me
pastured in stillness
between
waves of wild abandon
oh! exquisite joy
that singular moment
I do choose
we
forever
together
ecstatic
with your permission, of course
Hours slide by, the time draws near
Dreadful embrace
I face the fear
Get back in the seat; on the horse
Visions of maybe...
But I go, of course
I must be the man, I say I am
Something to prove
Don't let the door slam
It will hit you, in the ass you know
Push it open
Com'on... let's go
they said it's human nature
an order of things
something god put in place
not just a body but brains
and like whipped cream
it sometimes curdles
nothing sweet in the
villainous art of deceit
a strained mechanism
a loose chain
the sick fascination
of what can't be condoned
he was a quiet man
ordered to behave
inside the lines of a box
society drew around him
when it all fails
when lines are crossed
and those who said
they knew him well
She Wrote Off Rape
An uncle guardian,
He took his wife
And me,
For a joyous ride
He slipped into the beach.
Parked his car
And whispered in my ear
Would you like a ride on me?
My hairs stood on end,
Teenage smacked
Of stark nudity,
Virgin me,
Infidel he,
His wife asleep
In the back seat,
He wanted to eat me
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