The stream (all workshops)
On the other side of maybe
I meet a lot of folks
perhaps Jess will open the door
between the tiger and the lady
but you see there is nothing
not even the smile of a Cheshire cat
can disappear
inside a room too big
or too small
for gratitude
to enter
but if I'm right, a poet just might
slip through the cracks in its opening
Dreamscape for you to see.
Would you expect more from me.
For walking in the clouds
Hold me gently in your mind
Leave all the unkind things behind
Run with the waters of mountain streams
Bubble oh bubble in love of dreams
Hold a picture in your mind
Of feelings felt sometimes
When heaven bows to the earth where I lay
A lonely person formed from clay
Touch my soul it’s the thing that goes on
Forever your hand in mine
Walk with me to infinity
Leave troubles that scar
Leave those days far behind
I want to be a poet again
and dissolve into the internet to change the world
It would be cool to be able to get up in the morning
and have martial arts like Bruce Lee
Soon I might wash and shave most days
and write the greatest novel ever written
Maybe I’ll take a walk for the hell of it
and spread a meme to end poverty
Yesterday I listened to an Anthony Robbins tape
(please don’t tell anyone)
and felt some general gratitude
Today I went to a great play with a friend
and wrote this.
Depths
Plunging...
Into the crystal clear pool
Many secrets hiding
Where the luscious sapphire water
Of lonely indigo yearning
Meets with aquatic forests
Of rich emerald velvet desire
to reveal a haven of acceptance
Where the starlit silence
Of her fairy childlike devotion
is pure and resplendent in a swirl of melding
This tide pool of loving...
The meridian of many an unchained soul
you are a lovely sonneteer
the only thing about sonnets
I know is
that there are 14 lines,
last two must do a twist,
someone must read at least
lines of only five syllables,
stressed,
somehow that's all I know
about sonnet composing
my maiden one was laughed off
as free verse one
my own sense of creativity,
as on my broken down car’s bonnet
I sit composing a sonnet
hope they will laugh once again
but then this ain't
no sonnet
thanks friend
gloomy perception
is running like rain
licking the heat
between loins
sated like tame lions
that terrible propensity
for the pulse shuttle
in the jerk of the vein
sink hot mettalic
lust
the phallic plunger
run in dirty fingers
these dart days we
throw against
the shadow wall
like knife shark
bites in drywall
catatonic
abbreviation
MADRUGADA
Soy tu madrugada
fuego ardiente en el horizonte
rojo brillando pasion
quemando promesas perdidas
en el decir
palabras mutas que matan
en el oír
soy tu puesta de sol
tu comienzo. tu fin.
DAWN
I am your dawn
fire shining in the horizon
red burning passion brightly
and promises lost in their saying
mute words that kill in their hearing.
I am twilight
Your beginning. Your end.
SECOND ENGLISH VERSION
A summer eve
a baseball game
a girl who didn't
know my name
A nervous boy
made a call
to she who soon
became my all
Years of sharing
stars above
turned mere passion
into true love
Marriage and kids
soon raised and gone
a single soul
that I lean on
Years like pages
in a long book
I see that young girl
each time I look
*for Susan after 38 years
Nobody smiles where I'm from and I don't know why.I'm not from a Third World country, I'm actually from North East Baltimore.There's alot of crime though I've never been a criminal, alright it's that one time.I stole the cookies out the cookie jar, who me , yeah you , couldn't be then who?The crumbs were that which gave me away.I thought it was the one's in my pockect but actually it was the one's I forgot to wipe away from my face.Grandma asked "Are you sure?" ,then I gave up and told her it was me.She smacked my hands with a thin
If I am a rose with thorns then you are the fingers that caress my petals
If I am the great wide ocean, then you are the vast blue sky
If I am a love letter, then you are the thoughts that write me
If I am everything I say I am, you must not believe me
Love,love,love
Why do you have to be so elusive?
I whisper your name in the dark
Only to find it etched on my skin
I thought i had you figured out
But I must be dreaming, I’m dreaming aloud
To know what you are about
I try to wash my hands clean from
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