The stream (all workshops)
besser blocks
I hate besser blocks
I hate besser blocks
I hate besser blocks
besser blocks are a bugger.
they are ugly, course and grey
hollow rectangles
making a squared off infinity
of unending drear
where you, my love
brown solemn eyes,
regard me with a hint of sparkle
above your freckled nose
and full lips
I hate besser blocks
I hate besser blocks
besser blocks are a bugger.
Like passing shadows
We are only yesterday's
Exhalations.
Written By Moses..
Love is the gentle, soothing, refreshing, breeze
On a warm summer night
On the back porch of my little country home
Watching the gibbous moon slowly glide across the dark sky
Lust is the whirlwind on a dusty afternoon
As the rain clouds and thunder storms start to form
Behind the large, orange, glowing, sunset
Chasing little girls and boys inside from their play
Love is the tender waves lapping at the shorelines
On a cool summertime beach
On the steps of my seasonal beach house
Watching the stars meet the ocean
Sitting in a pizza restaurant
a favorite one we often haunt
looking through the window pane
watching an orange sunset again
near buildings' shadows creep along
as we listen to a jukebox song
when the sun blinks out suddenly
unfiltered by any distant tree
All the cars on the highway
turn on their lights at end of day
becoming a rushing stream of light
disappearing out of sight
St one Man
Who's that walking round my pews?
they're with that old grey guy again.
Is it he they seek for good news,
I’ve heard them praying to him in pain.
He was not here throughout our war,
with all that thunderous thud and fear.
Those other buildings rased, what for?
I wish we stone could shed a tear.
I am St Paul for christ sake,
does no one see but marvelled stone.
Summoned by bells each week they'd shake,
away their fears and sins, and drone.
On such a night
The stars left in haste
And the moon shed tears
Looking in this mirror
And I see a man lost
In his own bloody skin
Honesty is as dead as innocence
And call me a fool if you please
If I am in search of truth
Then I am the proudest one of them all
When I hear your voice
I feel warm inside, like
Butterflies gliding in the wind
On a hot summer day
When I see your smile
My flesh tingles with passion, like
Goose bumps on my skin
On a cool breezy day
When I imagine your touch
I feel a hot stream building, like
Hot springs on Niagara Falls
In the depths of my stomach
Is it love or is it lust
Love is, lust does, can’t have one without the other
Scream
Jam, your head into the vice
You have to pay the price
I'll make the cut precise
Now scream
Spill, blood onto the floor
That scream I will ignore
Now where's the power saw
Now scream
(chorus)
Sucker punch
Punch the sucker
Fucking waster
Now waste the fucker
Die, this is your sacrifice
Now let me take a slice
Not once nor twice but thrice
Now scream
A girl on this planet loves fame
she is crazy to change her name
when up in the heaven
for some crazy reason
changed it to Angel of Fame
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