The stream (all workshops)
The primrose and the primula
Are really very simula
But out in Wales
The slugs and snails
Make both of them look grimula
FALL
And all the heavens
stood watching
in awe
and in the silence
terror brings
they saw
you fall
whirling ever down
to this unholy ground
And deeper
into your hell
echoes of Judas cries
you heard
as you fell
ITALIAN
CADUTA
E poi tutto il cielo
nel silenzio che porta
il terrore
guardava
Lei
che stava
verso la terra profana
cadendo.
Ed a misura al buio
si avvicinava
echi d Giuda
ascotava
No promises no pain, if it was so easy i would be in Haven.
It’s not your fault I’m so easy to broke, I wish I wasn’t
But what can I do now? Just keep my head undercover
And hope to forgive myself for falling in love with you.
I close my eyes and imagine that I’m in different place
Different skin, different soul. But it’s not gonna happened
So what, I’m just me, silly, stupid and naïve me. Forgive me.
I was wondering...
at this age
why we wonder about age
at this stage
all is a mental comprehension,
years is a mere number
old guys perform better
than many much younger
well maybe at some time...
in all and many spheres
including meter and rhyme
The empath is victim of her own submission
she will go hungry with your hunger
and she will feed in the ocean of your despair,
her ribs will be your ribs; your agony, hers.
She will burn with your matches and
your heat-seeking missiles in the loneliness
of your hut where you have hidden yourself
in the blindness of your heart. She will war
with your peace until you have laid down all
your weapons, until you have lain in her arms,
embraced like a prodigal child. Like the return
of a lover after the third world war.
Assonance
When sober Booze Hound is sound, yes he is solid
down to earth he is a bloke whose thoughts are coherent.
Thoughts are well founded and down right consistent
Consonance
Mad bad and low down
danger hides deep in the depths
Of his dirty debauched soul
Sadly
sadly time never lies
when love sprouts then dies
in thorny hearts
sadly truths gets hidden
when deceit takes root
in dishonest words
sadly life gets rougher
going gets tougher
when faces turn their back on you
be true to self
when a fall is shameful
stand tall walk in integrity
my baby at my side
these worn boots with dust
and sheeps dung
the satchels of old soviet
issue rounds
dust like thoughts to
the earth grind in dreams
upon the teeth and
irritate machinery
tobacco is a sin
unlike the killing
that is accepted by
gods desire
starlight is our night scope
and landcruisers are our
camels
Toyotas with thin skins
easy to feed
and run
no armour plate
and hollow as a drum
HUNGER
no bread to feed
my hunger
no drink to quench
my thirst
a spirit left to its death
scattered pieces of a soul
lost in one breath
my heart beats
a rhythm almost to still.
yet by some magic
or holy thing within
my will gives birth
to a light
bright enough
to endure this earth
and feed the peace
I hunger
Do not propose to understand
what lives within these walls
Our lives are as individual as we
What came before ,just may be more
Then one can understand
The present and the future days
will find us going separate ways
Living the best we can
Neither I nor you are here to judge
what a person may feel inside
The outer image that we see
May not be true to life
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