The stream (all workshops)
Ill comply, ill apologise, im fucking tired
I’ll hold your hand in mine, resigned, fingertips when i dont exist
Palm to palm on a good day, a lovers loss, no pilgrims kiss
A tragic play, no exit left.
Hospital selfies, WhatsApp messages
Secrets, silences, financial deposits, zero context
Feet in my mouth on designated public paths
My teeth, picket fences that need knocking down
Tonsils overbearing fools that cannot read the room
That weren’t invited anyhow.
Pools of liquid sky
left behind by idle seas,
gather in the kelp.
The one who becomes mature by ripping meat,
He doesn’t like green shrubs,
Someone of them yutes team up on me ,
I’m all alone enough for them,
I turned my back for a short time,
Them mandem spreading myths that my time is gone,
Tell them bitches that I am back,
The one who started writing in my absence,
Tell them bitches I’m back
Alone
Stale air against leaves
Shuffling against their grassy tombs
I have arrived
The only place
That feels like home
Between the stones
I collapse
To recede from view
Dissipate into the unconscious
And find anew
I feel my soul escaping
This pain is too much
Broken by rejection
Empty promises
Cruel transgressions
Searching for the light
But there is only darkness
No familiar faces
On the other side
I’ll try and make the most of all the time here that I’m given
I’ve wasted plenty floundering around instead of living
I know I can’t relive the past but oh the mind does try
Grief for all the moments squandered always makes me cry
Looking over shoulders knowing I cannot go back
Learn the lesson, learn it well and cut myself some slack
Always will I bare the scars left by Father Time
Life is for the living, the falling, and the climb
How I'm blessed today, what 'bout you
Are you blessed too
Has the sun shone
Onto your throne
Have you woken up safe and sound
With health you're crowned
Are you to sing
what spring would bring
Then, you are free;
the king to be
You're the man
Of all times' span.
There are sounds we never hear
Like spiders walking across a mirror
Or ants moving tons of sand
And bees that on flowers land
A million sounds that are so near
Yet never reach the human ear!
One final satisfying push!
Labor, gratifyingly over...
"It's a beautiful boy"
Nurse says in a smiling voice.
(pain no longer matters)
Gently placing him into
hungry waiting arms.
Healthy!
He is pink and perfect
unconditional love,
both mutual and enduring.
OH What a message to receive
on a NEW YEARS EVE 2023
I'm a dog lover too
first dog our security guard
was killed by robbers
She was Lily
black
yet so lovely
So sad
then till last few years
we lost FLASHY
My gcs still kiss her snap
pasted on our frig...
So now my last wish is only
Lord O MIGHTY
make me
like Candy
she too was killed by a boy so silly
I hated him for that
but now I have no pet of my own
God save all pets
of DOG LOVERS
I PRAY
A sea, brimmed with storm,
invites the streeting clouds to
spill light in its waves.
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