The stream (all workshops)
Hectic search in the mind's forest,
Dicker hearts, yea, heart for heart.
Two or three immutable minds appeared,
Smiles in cheek but gloom in heart,
The reluctant hearts repel, Oh, repel!
A taboo to the dense forest, yet he moved
He saw wonderful beasts, terrible and good,
Now he lost his way, he wanders in the dense wood,
He began to write poems flowing from the heart,
Then he was hungry to drink the intoxicants,
The juice of some drug-plants inspired him,
Gulped a mouthful of fantastic dreams,
valleys of lows
mountains of highs
too many hellos
too many good byes
I didn't know
it could hurt so much
loosing someone
who's grown cold to my touch
I didn't know I could be so wrong
about something so right
I let go, when I should of held tight
,
our troubles we didn't bother to face
now has led to words we can't erase
we let our anger and hurt smolder
as our hearts grew lonelier colder
under the layers
of simple text
are these
coded meanings
and they are
difficult to
decypher without
knowing the writer
or something about
their motives
It's not at all
easy to find a
place to start
or a point of reference
It's all in there
you just have to search
reading is the only option
begin at the
first sentence
it helps if it's
interesting
Gangland
Sharpened knives and pieces of wood
Weapons ready for the gangland fight
Fractured bones and open wounds
The war has begun with no end in sight
Baseball bats and pieces of brick
Weapons ready for the warfare fight
Busted faces and shattered skulls
The war is full of malice and spite
This is gangland warfare
A rampage through Hell
This is the badland nightmare
Where all the tainted dwell
Oh! Dear Tanya!
Tanya you do allure
I shall return
Surely for some more
What?
Clues of course
Where in this ocean of time
Can a soul searcher find?
A friend of thy kind,
In the vastness of the wilderness
They say it’s like eternity
I call it the trinity
Of
Life, body and soul,
Where we all strive
To become one whole
everything comes down
to a few moments
of time
in life
The hunter is so very stealthy
( to hunt a grizzly, he must be wealthy )
in the thick Alaskan brush
hoping for an adrenal rush
Quarry was first spotted yesterday
on river's shore a mile away
gorging on the spawned-out fish
a glutton for this yearly dish
Laying out a careful stalk
on a topo map with thin white chalk
he studies the big bear all day
imagines taking this great prey
VISIONS
(A Journey in Three Acts)
Act-1: The Leaving
To the land of my fathers I now must return:
You know, it’s not that I care to roam.
Leaving you here, by your wheel and your urn-
Leaving love, leaving life, leaving home…
Yet, as evening must follow the morn,
All those visions, once bright, are now gone;
And the dim light of dusk is now turning to dark,
Yet I know that I must carry on-
I must carry on…
Act-2: The Realisation
sunset came now i see myself
sitting on the grasslands facing the river,
i passed through years and made it here
no challenges left - i miss my Mother.
i started my life with nothing but dust,
and have reached my dreams beyond heaven,
the world showered the gifts i now own
i looked back my life and saw... Happiness.
`
Tendril wafted dunes
of barren sands waffle,
swirl across mile
upon mile in every direction-
your face appears a horizon away,
there is little comfort found
in accompanying echoes.
Drifting sticks
wail in the pitched wind,
stretched on distant recollection-
stylus of the scribe named Regret;
each flurrying breeze
turns a new page,
taking with it freshly shed tears.
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