The stream (all workshops)
forbidden waters
makes one weak
a drowning man
knows no peace
flooding river
winding down
like a warden
grants no release
flooding river
gonna take my home
leave me
naked and alone
mean old river
so unkind
shows no mercy
leaves nothin' behind
Arms outstretched and face to the sky
He turned his eyes toward the rising sun
Greeting the world, with a heavy sigh
The night's terrible deeds were done
The vision of the unholy carnage
wrought by his bloody knife
The pulsing, pounding, red rage
As he took each worthless life
They had taken all he held dear
Without mercy, they had sucked him dry
He watched them meet their ends in fear
He saw the terror in their eyes
Love once shattered my soul
painful dreams shadowed me
from all harm, scars settled
deep inside.
Time slips by
memories of who she was
scatter as the breeze bellows
through the trees.
Tender thoughts flee endlessly
intensity floods with every beat
mummers trigger misfire
frozen alibis melt the truth away.
Time slips by
ecstasy dissipates from
hidden lies.
Reflections of inner heart.
we stayed miles north of ordinary
on the far side of awakening
and stole away Saturdays with
half-broke horses and ravens in winter white
the scent of us still lingers there
in wildflowers
I visit mountain sorrow with endlessly empty arms
melt beautiful from the silence of snow
let moonlight memories weep 'til dawn
waiting for you
to kiss the eyelids of my mourning sleep
so I can find you again
and fold you inside my poetry
Sarah, from next door
came by today
unannounced
whining in two languages now
expecting a rosetta stone
to translate her life into a fairy tale
neighbors, all around
a fact for pack people
how do I, a loner, oblige
a single rebuff
and instantaneous war
enemies du jour
extremist of the hurt feeling
so, I insist she sit
hoping a sullen mood
will restrain her from engaging in
chittering histrionics
trying to make a story
but....
i was a scientist once
sought an organizing system
and called it evolution
my approach is hard-wired
into my brain,
terrified of my own
conclusions
all things shall pass away,
my holy creed
i gave birth twice and my children
were small birds i hand fed with
love
there are sides to a box, equations
to solidify
and the mirror of recognition will always
draw the hand
writing on the wall
Building and structures sprang
Like plants on the fertile soil
In the land of the Great mighty
By-pass bridges provide shortcuts
To where we drill deep for oil
Sidesteps, our ancestors knew not
Yet there was peace and plenty to eat
Billboards, posters, jingles and songs
Declare the benefactor, a worthy go-getter
But behind the swanky smiles on faces
The hearts hid the fear of monstrous beasts
Prowling the land, kidnapping and killing
The atmosphere tense amidst fanfare
True sons of the soil scared to go home
I live in a world unlike the norm
Running alongside the usual
The wild and crazy having fun
I’m subdued watching on
I wonder what folks think
Behind bright eyes
Am I the crazy one?
An alien from my mother’s womb
I find it thrilling to run with the horde
Though my course is contrary to the crowd
Like an alien from my mother’s womb
I hide away from the custom
High on a Blue Ridge mountain side
with naught but skid trail for my guide
which must have been ,itself; quite old
as trees now stood there tall and bold
Matters not the time of year
but, in fact, winter was drawing near
with most leaves reclined upon the ground
where wind lent them a rustling sound
Then a stone of middling size
caught my gaze to my surprise
there among the leaves and duff
it, at first, looked bland and plain enough
can you hear me, Lord
when i cry
sometimes, i feel like
i could die
my cross is heavy
my path dark
the wounds i carry
leave their mark
can you hear me, Lord
when i cry
i am not hard yet
by and by
i wonder if you
hear me, Lord
sometimes i do
cry to you
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