The stream (all workshops)
from the...
Water
Of
My
Birth
to the...
Ground where my
Remains lie an
An extinguished
Vessel decomposing under
Earth
Fall, bring me your cold winds
And your dying leaves
Your pitch black nights
And swirls of colors at sunrise
Fall, bring me your love
It will wither and flake away
Like the last leaf that breaks
Love, bring me your head aches
Your torture and your demise
Your smiles and your laugh
And your security
Love, bring me your dreams
So I can fall asleep tonight
Like the child I used to be
Times dungeons have never healed
The relationship between
known and unknown
Some bask in the glory of the sun
Some of their own
We all are but passersby
To all unknown
Yet time shears our lives
To the very bones,
We pass out all unknown,
Who the master
Who the slave
Who the follower
Who the knave
Except the naïve,
They are the worst victims of all.
I've looked for the part that's missing
and damned if I can see
where it might have gotten off to
Where it might be wandering free
It's like, that it just needed space
Some time to be alone
A little time for reflection
The waters marred by stones
I cannot find the peace
that once I took for granted
My outlook seems to shift
from level, to something canted
I've been searching all around,
no signs do I find
of the part that has gone missing
Has it been left behind?
1.
without seat belts to hold you
on the roller-coaster ride
memories
neither here nor there
flare divisions like acrobats
diving into space
with more elegance than thought possible
September's swan lifts her long neck
and wings away
where is Heisenberg's principle when
you need it the most?
2.
there's a lotus growing in my cosmic soup,
my feet mud roots tying rocks to clouds
the equation of dark matter
my singular paradox.
3.
Softly, languid eyes worship you.
Each breath taken is in synchronicity,
two halves of the same reality
We traverse this hostile world,
rapped in the safety of our devotion.
The out side cannot get in.
The essence of my existence
the crux of it all.
Your are woven into every fibre.
I want to take you to the centre of the thousand little statues
and make love above their watching eyes.
I want to take you round the gallery,
show me your feelings,
and I'll show you mine.
I want to take you to my dingy room
and make love on the floor,
under the naked globe.
I want to take you.
I want to ask you your name.
I want to take you to my friends
and see you shy or sparkling.
I want you to take me to your friends
and see you proud or shamed.
Acutely tuned sense
At the mere mention of a name
Merciless winds
Of emotional change
Only serve to fan the flames
Of a fervent desire to be
All that I want
All that I need
All that I am
Can become muddled
By touching the hand
Of one so wild and wired
The determinant agent
Of imaginations fire
Blazing a luminous trail to the heart
As rogue emotions
Pulse and surge
Through my conscience mind
Passion is the tides
Surge, ebb and flow
The roar of an approaching storm
Fires of hell burning
Bright
A lion’s hunger
When on the prowl
To the ocean’s depth
It is felt
Lust never fulfilled
Love is a comfort zone
An unconditional giving
Where no boundary lines are drawn
A knowing without a whisper
A reading of the signs
Love always fulfilled
Passion without love
Is empty
Love lacking passion
Leaves a void
Why can they not co exist
In one
Gift
(dedicated to Shirley Harrison on her wedding)
diving into liquid velvet
surrounded by translucent light
a feeling of slowly falling
into the darkened sky of night
the million cares of the day
so worrisome in their plight
fall away with the setting sun
taking wing with angel's flight
I hear your voice so clear
in the cunning darkness falling
It comes to me in ecstasy
I hear your deep voice calling
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