The stream (all workshops)
Heavy
The weight of guilt
Hangs heavy within my mind
Gonna cut out my weary eyes
Suffer my life alone and blind
This weight of regret
Hangs heavy upon my soul
Gonna move on, far away
No purpose, nor control
It's too much
Can't carry it anymore
My body aches
My shoulders too sore
It's too much
Can't go on no more
I am too weak
This pain I can't ignore
Of love
I am a sexologist, you now know it, ask me any questions and I shall tell no lies, as love alone lies between the thighs. Mental, is just an aberration, to create emotional revolution and as know of sex, I always recall my masters voice, ere he died.
Give me sex,
He said but I can't stand no more,
Just remember my life's experience for sure
Love lies between the thighs
And
That’s for sure,
I can make no love no more
And then he died...
He couldn’t endure!
Jackal dogs on the attack
Rampant,laceration.
Filled with envy and greed.
but we fight back.
Nefarious fiends
Your teeth are showing,
Throw down the gauntlet
We have never been friends..
Attack, retreat, attack
Your battle plan is a classic,
But you’re only exposing what you lack.
Counter action sends
You reeling, Jackal dogs brawling and bitching
you will continue to hit dead ends,
For the hunted will turn back
And strike you.
That is our pact.
The defeated will win.
An all night winter rain and storm;
outside it's cold, in here its warm
while sitting before a gas log fire
we watch the tube and conspire.
The rain upon a roof of tin
sometimes can cause an awful din
causing us to raise our voices
while we discuss our program choices.
But at least this heavy rain
is not joined by sleet's refrain
or accompanied by forming ice.
Losing electric is not so nice.
The moment the light in her eyes went out,
like a snuffed-out candle, her sun lost its glow.
Vacantly staring at a whitewashed wall,
void of graffiti, its substance is gone.
Having to keep busy, busy like bees in a hive,
only to be outdone by frantic ants in a hill.
The heartbreaking cry of a thunderous sky wounded
by a boundless echo of distress.
Seven Moons of Shaldimoor
She stands overlooking the valley
Where the river winds along the floor
Below the great Fountain of Rainbows
That have been the pride of Shaldimoor
Far up the Pinnacle of Heaven
Rise the high Towers of Tomorrow
Looking down upon the lush valley
At the great river known as Sorrow
A breeze is blowing lightly southward
As the fountain flows toward the valley floor
She stands there, her eyes filled with wonder
Beneath the seven moons of Shaldimoor
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FAREWELL TO JUNE, FAREWELL IN MARCH
The Colonel’s gone:
There’s an old lady all alone
And so forlorn;
Suddenly, with him not there
She’s past her prime:
Out of tune and out of breath
And out of time…
And her days drag on and on…
And her nights are, oh, so long...
She remembers days in 'Doon:
Stairwells and starch,
Farewells in March,
Farewell to June!
As I begin my usual walk, a teenage boy is standing there
I try not to catch his glance and I know I must not stare.
He has an evil look in his eyes, or maybe it’s just fear
or is his young head the victim of, too much under age beer.
I quickly walk past him, feeling too old to risk a fight
I don’t suppose he will bother me, but maybe he just might.
I'd like to capture a rainbow and
stick it in a big box so that, anytime
you wanted to you could reach in and
pull out a piece of sunshine.
I'd like to build you a mountain that
you could call your very own. A place
to find serenity in those times when you
feel the need to be closer to yourself.
I would like to be the one who is there with
you when you're lonely or troubled or
you just need someone to hold on too.
I would like to do all this and more to make
your life happy.
I don't want to feel anymore
I can't take the pain
I don't want to care
I don't want to feel anymore
It sears and it burns
Creating hell.
I don't want to feel anymore
I can't cope, anymore
I can't take the strain
I want to Switch off
I can't mask my inner turmoil anymore
Switch off the insanity
I dont want to feel anymore
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