The stream (all workshops)
DAY’S END
The minutes are heavy and long
and I begin to fall into those dark places
where there is no dreaming.
the wars go on.
and am losing to inevitability.
my spirit is beginning to break .
my walls are crashing down.
my soul if that is what I feel
kneels to disbelief.
my reason seeks the bliss of madness.
my heart clings to illusion
there is no peace.
I struggle to find a way
but the minutes are heavy and long
and nothing of me will be left
at the end of today
tear wet and lust gleaming
hearts souls
collision course
crash into rooms
waiting
inscence filled
and candle fueled
the shower hot water
still running
like a midnight trail
Terazzio to carpeted lair
let me taste their thirst
the maiden pale flesh
and saturate the dark
reaching walls with
your yearning cries
Unhappy girl come to lay
your head upon me cry and
let this melancholic music
soothe unending why's
Stephanie, Stephanie, Stephanie
Your demands will be the death of me
I’ve done my best now let me rest
You’ve drained my body physically
You’ve worn me out I’ve had enough
I can’t keep on performing
Lets take a break, relax, unwind
Continue in the morning
Okay, come on, let’s do it
We’ve had our little tiff
I’ve had myself a rest, and
Now I’m getting rather stiff
So get up to the bedroom
We’ll continue with this caper
But you can do the pasting, and
I will hang the paper
In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place, and in the sky,
The larks, still bravely singing, fly,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead; short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Music
The beating of my heart
goose steps to thoughts
of last night
when the moon
was dark and new
my blood quickens
pulse throbbing
to the tune of
the lyrics I carved
on your pliant skin
starting below
your almost perfect breasts
my stiletto strokes
were accompanied
by your piercing screams
the composition
of your primal fear
and my lust
created the music
of the night
Are your holidaying out there,
In the loneliness of wilderness,
At peace with yourself
And
Comfortable with a lap top
If it be so, enjoy your hard earned freedom,
Which normal human beings get seldom
Then remember me,
Who am I?
Frail, delicate, beautifully tender
Steals into life a thornless flower.
Bereft, hopeless craves for a mother
Cursed, gets spleen, lifelong hunger
Heinous, uncaring nature to discover
Sprouting up into a paling colour
Precious dreams slowly melt into vapour
Bleak , sorely dying stalks wither
Soft fry, street old stager
lives and dies, utter stranger.
The full moon glows in the night
between dark trees glimmering bright
blankets of snowy clouds caught my sight
A rainbow circles the moon light
a star to the right of the lunar thus shines
among pillows of cottony clouds so white
Silence is broken....
Acorns falls between dying branches
disturbing presence peaceful quietness
In darkness blissful shininess
Frogs singing lullabies
melodies tunes under white skies
I hear the creatures joyous cries
Fear grasped my soul....
A dragons tale…
Fun you said as you soared fast and free,
carrying our hopes and me over troubled times
No longer were you willing to be,
a horrid monster of legend and nursery rhymes.
I’ll fly children on my back make new friends,
having all the pleasures of being loved and wanted.
Giving back in return a warmth that never ends,
real friendship that was once only ever flaunted.
she floated by
as if in a waking dream
rain was falling
and
at once I knew
her long black body
sheltered
the sun
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