The stream (all workshops)
A metaphorical place ,my ZOO
To truly ? be my friend
Come walk with me
Inside my Zoo
A metaphorical place
That embodies
The bitter , the sweet
My life of truth
Let me introduce , all these creatures
In my Zoo
Some will show ,their beauty
Others are only monster
Caged , from my days of abuse
Warning !!!
Please don’t feed these animals
Unless , my friendship
Is worth the danger to prove.
That fear over love
Won’t be a choice
You choose .
I guess I will always be stupid
Ignorance , lacking compendious
To judge with a definition
Or to delegate
Or to meliorate
Pass my own finite
I will not reserve
I will not profess
I will never have the capacity
To archive , the mentality
Of another human being
To the reader I am very passion about this poem
There will be a part 2
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a pebble...
once a mighty stone
perhaps the one
slung at the head of Goliath
maybe
maybe not
the odds would certainly defy it
but, who knows
once a mighty stone
ground down
through time
once a mighty stone
long, long ago
Driving with the radio on
POOF ! then silence, speaker's gone
got pissed off and hit the dash
knocked something loose, now heater's trash
Pull in the driveway, hit the brakes
straight to the floor for goodness sakes
hit parking brake quick as I can
too late to save the full trash can
on the way to the side porch
( can't think of a good rhyme for porch )
trip on the step and mercy me
sprained my already bad knee
Turn from the dark
Hide from the night
Silently creep out of site
Yell out let the silent darkness break
tear away the pitch that hides the world
rejoice open your eyes
take in all the wonders that lay before
blinding colour sensations anew
a reality that me being never new
senses over all overwhelmed by what was never know
colours, shapes movements, lights
Eyes whirling turning to capture it all
angel in the forest
far from home
we lay and listen
voice of breeze
while stars spark
in hours lease
borne loft of worry care
and freedom
we slide dreams
on rulers
calculating seasons
twas you
alone whom
warmed my heart
when others
joust and laugh
in lark
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Thank You,
Ananias! Help Saul recover his sight
He was blinded by light
Lay on your hands, help him to see
For he is a chosen vessel for me.
Lord? He is a man of bitterness and hate
And extremely irate
Your request is hard to equate
Go Ananias! To the street called Straight.
Enter the house of Judas, I hear his prayer
I will Lord, I’ll go there.
Saul! Jesus has sent me to you,
Recover your sight! do what you must do.
Cunning
Coy
Barbaric
A hunter for emotions.
She searches with such fervor.
Deep Ression snakes around
enveloping all those not cloaked.
Her fangs greets many with acid
of sorrows.
She terrors the Grim Reaper from
whence he came.
Sweeping people after people
into the mighty slaying talons.
She is marbledhearted, leaving
not one apathetic Releasing is
not nigh.
We walk in the illuminating moonlight
Hand in hand as it shines bright
Just as an owl takes its flight.
We search for that place
Where we met so long ago
That was given by grace
By the one above, not below.
We go on with life
Taking it day by day
Working out our strife
With no delay.
So I tell you this, may it be strong and clear
If you ever need some bliss I’ll show you where to steer.
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