The stream (all workshops)
Paupers of the written word
misunderstood, neglected,
the poet beats a lonely path
to tell his tales, dejected.
Ripped deep from out his tortured soul
bare thoughts wing home to roost.
On pages strewn with errors,
that hang him as a noose.
Do written words bring peace of mind?
Raise spectres of his fears?
Do they bring comfort, set him free?
Ne'er in a million years.
(a poor excuse for legs),
and get me the latest
sophisticated prosthetics advancements,
whereat integration of cultured stem cells
into custom made appendages
allows, enables, and provides
unfortunate recipients of amputations
to experience sensations.
5 PM, November 17, 2078.
A celestial beautiful phenomenon
Many crystals appear in the sky
People call it Crystal Sky
The last time crystal sky was seen
And the last time we met
Unfortunetly i lost your number
Do you still remember me?
Do you still have my number?
If you do, why didn't you contact me?
I'm curious what you're doing now
Are you playing with your cat Tera now?
"Where do dreams hide?"Once asked my child
"Behind the stars, I've always replied."
"The dreams hide, where stars reside."
" Once asked my child, where do dreams hide."
Where dreams reside, there shines a light,
With few brave steps , the way we'll find
Let's find the way where stars shine bright
There shines a light where dreams reside.
I want you to love me painfully.
I want your throat raw after screaming you love me.
I want your heart bloody with all the love it pumps out.
I want your bones aching when I’m not there for you to hold.
I want you to love me painfully
Because that is how I will love you.
I will bandage you up
And kiss your scars
And love you gently.
Green is the colour
Of the deep dark sea
Blue is the feeling
Deep within me
Red is the colour
Of the red sky at night
Yellow is the colour
Of the sun so bright
Black is the colour
Of a cave, deep and dark
Brown is the colour
Of an old trees bark
Grey is the colour
Of the socks I have on
One day these colours
In my heart will belong
Ha! Ha! Ha!
They're laughing at me
So I'll keep on thinking
Of trying to be free
When you smile,
Mighty darkness
Has an urge to confess.
Your smile turns fears,
Into exiled prisoners
That are banished for years.
The sound of your laughter
Beckons sadness to dream
Of a tomorrow free of disaster.
Are you real? I daringly ask,
In a world where joy
Is sold as a jester’s mask.
In a world filled with gloom,
There is your soul that makes
Spring flowers bloom.
You show hate is no king,
Just another fool,
With a bite that doesn’t sting.
Existent In The Moment, A Time Of Familiar Reckoning,
Universal Brothers And Sisters, As To Our First Breath, Souls Awakening,
Of Footprints Duly Followed, Achievements Forever Welcoming,
Possessions Widely Scattered, A Reflection Of Sin's Recounting ,
This Gift Of Immaculate Blessing, To Reconciliation Forever Recounting,
A Divinity Cycle Of Endless Recurring, Our Ultimate Resignation,
The Twilight Then Beckoning.
It’s the end of April…
Spring awakens after it’s long winter rest
The sun glistens between the fresh leaves on the trees
The birds sing once more
And the days last longer
Blackberry Winter stops by for a visit
Reviving the barren bushes
As the berries begin to blossom,
I am reminded…
Just as the weather and plants change
With every new season,
I must do the same.
This could be us
Merged with the wine in the glass
Out there was a storm
Our house was torn
Water from ceiling was dripping
So as my will for life weeping
You came out of the dark
Leaving me without life spark
Senseless
Speechless
Numb
Craving for the last hug
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