The stream (all workshops)
I worry that honesty will atrophy
like a muscle unloved
I wonder about your lust
and if it's worth wanting.
I hope friends
is a word that won't wither.
We can weather a winter.
Seasons of snow
summoned from dust and bone.
I know you'll find opportunists
make the best acolytes.
May the swamps in which
you find yourself
be the conquerable kind.
Let the road to the rift
between us be barren
and unfound.
Tell me your weapons
will remain ready
when never used.
Half-silvered rumination
Introspection turned to dispair
The soul's yearning detained
By talon and lust
Eyes that glowed
Brighter than moonbeams
Teeth that snarled
In a libidinous sneer
An unconquerable charm
That dances with willing prey
Longing to succumb
Silently, she begged him to appear
Night gave way to daylight
Her body ached while her heart wept
Over fairy tales that never came true
Prince Charming's heroic facade would never do
A little voice with big concern
for my sad and lonely face
She stood there waiting silent
like an angel in that place
"Hey mister, why are you crying?"
My friend has gone away
He has died and left me lonely
we have buried him today
"But sir, he's gone to heaven"
I'm sure that's where he went
for you to love him and be crying
I'm sure that's where he's sent"
Today is not the first time
but well yes after many years
I fave felt this feeling to express my frustration
in this solitudinous life
of expressing my true feelings .
Some day before I leave
time permitting
I shall print my life's dissapointments
in italics
which scarred my life
to no avail
only coz some folks loved to pull my tail
victimise me so that I may derail
as a victim of misunderstanding
an established scapegoat
time and again
time kept presenting
Pushkin: have you had the pleasure?
No? You've missed a precious treasure.
Peruse his poems if you're doubting,
see for yourself 'bout what I'm shouting!
Pushkin's poems, when you’re broody,
pick you up, and when you’re moody
they snap the melancholic fetter
that binds you, and you feel much better.
Pushkin, was the people's poet,
heroic verse he would bestow it,
in raw, romantic, risqué rhyming
salacious poems he'd been priming.
I have chosen
to go walkabout
without destiny
nor with doubt
Through a recanting of earth
I'll pass through many veils
finding the greater magic
is a touchstone of the grails
Along the misty road
I'll travel without fear
picking up vibrations
I'm an elfen pioneer
Gossamer filbrils of light
softly drift round my head
as I walk among the stars
I'm dazzled as they dispread
Resting heart beat, tranquil mind
Releasing worries undefined
Ripples dissipate with time
Carry off dark thoughts sublime
When the surface becomes glass
Wind is still, no stone is cast
See the bottom through the skies
Reflected in my double’s eyes
In that moment did appear
A single, solitary tear
Dripped from my eye into mine
To the mirror it declined
Upon arrival, surface bends
Leaving ripples once again
Because of his death,
We had to face a lot of flak.
Living on the streets, parched, starving and cold;
Always on the run and hiding
As if we’re at war with law and order.
Everything we earned, we gave away
To play with guns and bullets,
When we lost our way home,
We bribed and got an extra dose of happiness.
The moon spoke about our silence
When it illuminated radiantly;
It always right when it shone like a fresh rose.
Something we knew
Was only a temporary solution to our problem:
Once covered with ice
Red ,white,gold, blue, ground appears
Revealing God’s work
A long dark train
moves down the line.
To settle the score
with the war in your mind.
Don’t look back!
Your peace of mind
will slowly return
as the track unwinds.
A few GOOD friends
are all that you'll need.
To continue your quest.
In search of your dreams!
So, make wise choices
as best you can
and be sure that
a few friends lead you along!
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