The stream (all workshops)
Prime Emotions
We were both oblivious at first
So naïve, so unknowing of it all
Minds cleared and it all came in a burst!
Oh, that I knew we would have such a ball
So there we were, in our infancy together
We learned to love, learned to adjust
Most importantly we learned it with ardor
Then we had what we held dearest
Here and now, there is so much more
Together we’ve been through abounding emotions
But soon off in the future we’ll come ashore
To something that’s bigger than oceans.
Puppy Dog
Did I do it good enough?
Did I beat him down enough?
Did I shred his soul enough?
Was my tone sufficiently rough?
Aye my love
You saw the cut, done by me
You saw his pain, done with glee
Now I beseech, nay implore thee
Did he bleed enough?
Aye my love
Target hated?
Properly sated?
Sufficiently berated?
Now elated?
A question first, 'til you bleed for me, love:
Am I damned enough?
For a moment take my hand
As we run from the madness
Yes, the one that eats at your soul
The clock is ticking
As you start pacing back and forth
Hoping that this demon will rid you
This time you have a comrade
In a war that weakens the mind
As it buries the heart in dark ditches
For once let your smile be the maestro
Rather than the strings of some violin
See, when you let your passion become dust
The world watches as you are spread thin by the wind
For a moment take my hand
As we run from the madness
Yes, the one that eats at your soul
The clock is ticking
As you start pacing back and forth
Hoping that this demon will rid you
This time you have a comrade
In a war that weakens the mind
As it buries the heart in dark ditches
For once let your smile be the maestro
Rather than the strings of some violin
See, when you let your passion become dust
The world watches as you are spread thin by the wind
Memory flickers pale and bright
across dark future plains
of life still seen through lens
of hope, yet soon denied,
delights of flesh and feelings
once filled with urgency of need
now on oblivion's nearing edge
of certain end do ride,
every part of being part
of what you are now frays
against approaching end of days
beyond which no life can abide,
and from the absolute of end
there is no fleeing nor escape,
no frantic pleas for life's addition
or hopeful compromise.
The rhyme is torn asunder
Shivers of intent trace a path up his spine
Delicious sensations the taste of success
There are bruised sentences and smashed punctuation
The bloody smell of words left by the wayside to rot
The freedom to savage the tame verbage gives him joy
He is silent in his satisfaction
a tower I built
from bones of freedom
sown with ash and skins
of treason
darted through with
cutlery silver
forked tongues
that did deliver
and smoking eden
from atop I gazed
the fires of pyres
that the dead did
craze
and my silhouette
bride and I did
reside
Hells penthouse
panoramic pad
She stood like Lotus
in a brothel of abused
a stillborn Virgin
The wild plums are ripened now
along the old grown up fence line
using them we'll rediscover how
to make jellies and home made wine
So let's get our buckets out today
and walk across the pasture there
while warm winds make pine trees sway
we'll pick our plums and stories share
The plums are ripe yellow and red
a bumper crop from this spring's rain
this bounty of fruit nature bred
will be this fall and winter's gain
If You So Wish!
I am contemplating
Leaving,
Shall soon,
If you wish too
So I’d leave behind memories
For a while,
Till the ashes from heaven
Bury all my smiles,
Till then lest
I say good bye,
Stay alongside me
For a small while
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