The stream (all workshops)
There's always a clock on the wall.
Counting down the depression that I'm feeling. The luxury of happiness, fill me without a meaning.
The burden of sadness, makes my life not worth living.
Even as I try to love myself, I struggle to find a reason.
Why can't I just get my mind, to have a sense of being. I'm alive with a porpoise, but depression is all that I'm seeing
Overdraft is a bad habit
like an addiction to alcohol
that cause toxic waste
with all the excessive
spending to give away
with a loss of mind
a sense of guilt
feeling a shared burden
to go broke overnight
shocking news comes
in tears of flow and
heart of attack
with a warning sign
a lesson not to forget
never to be careless
to always stay on track
for financial advice
It was a day
When thin delicate
Butterflies
Dared to fly
And trees could
Worship the sun
And leaves could
whisper the wind
And currents could move
In a profusion of ways:
Wind, light, and water
Playing their rapture
It was a day
When high soaring gulls
Could silently slice sky
I know nothing now
and I knew nothing then
about love and relationships
how they begin, how they end
far be it from me
to start over again
in all of it's agony
love is a trend
a thing briefly passing
just like the wind
your lovers will lie to you
on your knee you will bend
inevitably it comes
to an inglorious end!
I know nothing now
and I knew nothing then
about love and relationships
how they begin, how they end
far be it from me
to start over again
in all of it's agony
love is a trend
a thing briefly passing
just like the wind
your lover's will lie to you
on your knee you will bend
inevitably it always comes
to an inglorious end!
You were a very good friend,
and we should have stayed that way.
But the more we tried for more it wasn’t good.
In the end, I could never decide
if it was the awkwardly lovely way of protesting
with your whole body when I teased you,
or your kindness I missed the most.
I always thought I'd go out west
during the early weeks of fall
and roam Rocky Mountains in a quest
for antelope, mule deer, elk and all.
But I must wait 'till school is done
my priorities were clear and set.
There's no hunting under summer's sun.
My time to go was not here yet.
And still I dreamed of aspen's gold
but there was work that must be done
building a business, truth be told
along with marriage and first son.
Blue Skies,
From here to the horizon,
On a day like today.
The sun on the frost glistens,
A time to observe and a time to listen.
Mother Nature calls out for an eager ear,
“What can I do today to help you see
The changing tides of lyrical Harmony?”
The sky in the trees is full of sound,
And once our awareness comes to fruition,
We see how nature displays creation,
All in the light of a beautiful day,
Pointing us forward in the direction of
peace,
Something that all of us can easily receive.
We are the same
When I bleed,
When you bleed,
The colour does not change,
We are all the same,
We love,hurt and feel ...the same.
Let's remember that
Caught up in a moment
of internal bliss
Emotions stumble
now something’s amiss
Tears fill your eyes
from the darkened abyss
Your soul is in shambles
can you tolerate this!
Your dreams have been crushed,
but still you exist
You have nowhere to go
and you can't get a grip
Time is at standstill
an unmanageable trip
You look to the heavens
for some menial sign
Nothing is coming
can't cough up a line
The future self-evident
a chill runs up your spine
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