The stream (all workshops)
Dawning
Your shadow draws shorter devouring itself
as sweet morning light wanes into noon,
that time of day when all seeming
loses it's resplendent illusions
and the fairy magic of twilight
is swept under the vast carpet of day.
Echoes of your fading smiles
and midnight eyes burning into memory
are lost in the horizon of introspection.
If they ask about me, tell them these
That I have taken to the seas upon the east
To journey west into the blank beyond
Where Hades kind go on their voyage
What is there to find?
Coldness and void
Weary feet upon meaningless walks
Ears but foes to the windless talks
Eyes entranced in a battle against the veils
HOME MOVIES
Home movies black and white
faded celluloid 1940s
16 millimeter dry and brittle
flickering through time
a blinding light
and we splice a life
back together
again...
empty reflections
of yesterdays
flickering through time
the light of the full moon shines
as white diamond hind tall trees
hanging high above dark skies
spraying streamed light through my sliding glass door
you fall into my day
happier then happy
brushing my teeth
was a bore
but now its worse with
you
now a chore
the world crumbles
and groans and
you whisper now
like a flicker of light
like rain upon my
wrists
like sweat crawling
to one eye and stinging
boreal forests cant
hold you
nor the wolves ignore
you
You slip then slide
like a draft upon my
spine
you were never so
sublime
and I know when
the madness will
take me
Pronounced with an F
Brylcreem and brittle bone
sticky out ears, on the car phone,
That which is thought of
in time spent alone.
Petrified minutes of waiting,
ashen faces, like stone.
Looking for comfort,
receive a collective groan.
Hearing the order to face
the unknown.
Giving your all till
your cover’s blown,
finally you find all
minutes are gone.
Cleaning your life in puddled
water, sometimes happily,
just the perfect time
to atone.
Finally back from where she disappears
during wee hours of each night;
she did return
but, has to learn
she doesn't treat me, right.
Cloaked in night's midnight shadows,
night's beauty rare calls to me;
she may be here
but, that is my fear!
She may never let me be.
Adding up just how I feel for her
this goddess of twilight time;
her actions do tell
of my personal hell,
what she's doing to me is a crime!
It's hard to be someone who cares
best to have a heart of stone
for those who love hurt too deeply
each time they're left behind alone
There've been too many gone before
and each one took a part of me
some times I feel I'm just a shell
of the whole person I used to be
'Till now I look around and see
dwindling numbers of the ones I love
how many more must I out live
and be left mourning like a dove?
idolotary
…….she walked away
chained in the cobwebs
of the surgeons chair,
she spoke softly in my ear…
I heard her say
‘’you can’t leave me this way’’.
from beyond eternities,
I had to return
there was just no option
but her concern
she loved me more
and
God needed me less
I was left with no alternative,
I had to do an about turn..
we resumed another honey moon,
at an age others would smirk
but unmindful of the world
we walked the garden path
as before
I'm not sure what
American freedom
costs the rest of the
world. Seems like
there's always too much
blood following that convoluted trail
through to an ugly, impartial
truth. The man in the mirror
must lie to save his face.
I'm just too uncertain these days
if
capitalism is the
best that freedom can
buy.
Let the fireworks begin! Celebrate.
No one knows the fate that waits.
The machine is broken and its ghosts are here.
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