The stream (all workshops)
I finished my Chinese meal all at once
and stared at the cookies like some sort of dunce.
When I read my fortune I did not understand
from the small piece of paper, I held in my hand.
It said that my next days wouldn't be "fun",
and that my plight was to live like Attila the Hun;
I wasn't real comfortable about eating alone
but, I paid off the bill and went straight to the phone.
I placed my phone call from the diner's phone booth
in search for my date for lunch, my friend Ruth.
Shh! I'll sneak this in after the kids have gone to bed
First you take time to inhale
then cock your head and look at me.
Your smile reveals some hidden tale
or pleasure at what soon will be.
Next I'm held in gentle hand
which guides me to your waiting lips,
anticipation becomes grand.
Your lips open as if for sips.
My rim now enters soft warm mouth
as if finding a home long lost
in damp darkness way down south
as control is nearly lost.
My brother likes beans a lot
Sometime in a porridge mixed
With plantain, potato and yam
I like bean cake called Akara
Beans are eaten in many ways
Blended with season and spices
Boiled in bowls, my moi moi
So served with rice and stew
Cook beans, make it all soft
Add onions, pepper and leaves
Cray fish, dry fish and oil
With salt to taste, let it cool
Welcome to wonder world
where this gentle black wind roams
like the ghost of the dark wood moans
come waking my wounded Valentine
come with tear stained velvet dress
and we shall stress
sharps and flats
across the keyboard shadowlair
awake awake pretti Penny
the snow is still falling
the aching sadness calling
caught in the middle
with no place to run
and all the fresh cunning
smiles are sharpened
ready for the first dance
in all the saliva slush
like a heart crush
They saw you as a single atom of this earth,
in my eyes there was no defining your worth.
Ready for laughter, always your smiling face,
around you everything was lined with grace.
i wish there was a reason for you to stay,
that i could say how much i miss you each day
memories of you are now flawless works of art
that hang with beauty on the walls of my heart.
I've worked hard damned near all my life
but now I'm on the dole
while greed's allowed to have run rife
loss of self worth haunts my soul
Like most I thought I Was my job
(I could build 'most anything )
'cept a defence from those who'd rob
our chance to grab for that brass ring
Each day I still wake 'fore the dawn
old habits never die it seems
I'm that guy you could depend upon
to construct your home of dreams
Roses are my fave...
they make one brave...
upon the button holes of kings
and
upon the graves of mankind...
roses we all find...
yet do we know...
Roses never fade,
in the book’s pages
in the shelves of time
they continue to lie
that's why
roses never ever die
When you open a page of time...
roses come to your mind ...
the fragrance remains
and
love doesn't stain...
roses,
as roses even though dry ...
come alive and forever remain......
What sung the crow to the dying sun,
As passed day unto night;
Beheld the moon as she begun
Her usurping of the light.
At silver light the raven calls,
A silence fills the halls.
No man can stir, no beast can bear,
The coming of night fall.
No this is what you think it's not an impromptu / Usually I let my words hoola hoop in my mind til I lose the rythmn / Cause even on a decline I am forever lost in thought / even without being spoken thru a mic / my words possess me / So excuse me as I exercise that thought region / I can't remember that's what side of the brain / Maintaining sanity in such a mad world /History repeating cause somethings can't help but remain / Those that lose more then they gain / Find ways to become stingy / Those who are overfed / Only grow more greedy / People walk pass me everyday a
out of six strings
the girl has two
she knows what she wants
and that seems like nothing
she's cluless in her perfect world
out of six strings
the girl has four
she knows what she thinks is need
no one has changed like she swears they have
and he has done nothing wrong
out of six strings
the boy has eight
i know he cares
he just doesn't know what to do
or what to say
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