The stream (all workshops)
O holy shit Father …
Jesus stood on a hillside and said,
what the hell have you done to man.
Look at these murdering bastards,
they’re killing everything in sight.
The poor animals are trying to hide,
while these cowardly savages graze.
It won’t be long until they eat each,
a pretty picture, so much for might.
Can you not send down a human ill?
forgot you tried that, monkeys died.
Change this religion shit it’s useless,
all these idiots do is argue and fight.
I seldom walk these woods alone,
matters not the time of year,
when I forsake both town and phone
others stroll here at my side
often loved ones I held dear.
As autumn rolls in like a tide
I hear my brother laugh with me
at flying squirrels as they glide
beneath a silent hickory
as some deer snorts derisively.
Strictly against all existing odds
a farmer was having a bad day,
for out of every farm in the county
onto his farm Leo the lion found his way.!
Well, the farmer was very much startled
his mule, dumbstruck was even paler with shock!
The only other farm animal who saw him
was struttng proudly, and was ol' Colonel cock.
His rooster seemed quite impressed with the cat
but, not so much was the farmer's, work mule;
in fact, he quit working, as scared as he was
and ran and hid, like a big, donkey fool!
scientists have now decided (deep study they have started)
the atom holds the key to map the cosmos yet uncharted
they now believe, to understand the mighty universe
we need perceive the workings of the minute micro-verse
it would appear the tiny’s strange, it seems we cannot know
we can’t predict what will occur within the microscopic flow
but even more amazing, or so say the articles
the quantum is an enigmatic character of particles
I want to be a simple man
A leader where there is a need
Unlike the conduct of some groups
To boss people, once they make way
Ambition is the spur, our dreams
Sad, when you look at the pains
Riots, wars and wanton wastefulness
Waged to support impositions
Claimed to be divinely ordained
We have hydra headed monsters
Elected to serve, but out to steal
While we bleed dry for the chosen
Pension funds and subsidy probes
Baring a can full of maggots
With scandalous revelations
Rising with the sun
racing with its rays,
basking in the beauty
of Earth's pleasant days.
The morning coolness to take you in
drape you in its humid friend.
Feeling the trickling beads as you progress,
with each sprint you keep a step ahead.
Drippings of morning welcoming you,
gentle reminders of rain mixed with dew.
To rise with the sun is to rediscover.
Remember the beauty within.
To race with its rays and grow as well.
Fading away darkness,
renuining the world's light.
past is history
a story twas…
future will be tomorrow
when it comes
twill be today
so then there is in reality
no tomorrow we may say….
so all boils down to simplicity
of the present we have
and
betwixt history and future,
the salad we have
enlivens us our memories
which indelibly become ingrained
in the deep recesses of the human mind…
we may recall in the distant future,
if we so desire
but then all can't so live
in the present
but all of you
Prestidigitation
I’m not here to sing or dance
play a tune or do magic tricks
and if by chance
I speak my melancholy
it’s not how I want to be
but when that stillness comes
there is no where else to run.
black hillside
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I spat the blood, spewed the clotting
tongue out hanging metal spotting
eyes are swimming worlds are plotting
black green rotting black green rotting
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My breastplate long had cleft in two
I'm yellow red and black and blue
I stare the hatred at a few
My eye on you, my eye on you
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I bit the vein to show I would
I lit the train to show I could
I hacked the knee of giant wood
I fought each good, I fought each good
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a fogbound day a folly stood
The verge emblazoned once with brush and trees -
the road to visit childhood - desolate
Encroaching farm undressed the land to seize
the verge emblazoned once with brush and trees
Here ignorance has caused the human species
to clear the land, allow the salt to make
the verge emblazoned once with brush and trees -
the road to visit childhood – desolate
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