The stream (all workshops)
THE RISE AND FALL OF ALL
29th March 2012.
The rise and fall of music, the rise and fall of wind,
the rise and fall of making love, the undulations
of the hills that rise and fall where waterfalls spill,
the oscillations of the lake where ripples touch the sky
and shake the starlight out in day, to glitter there
beside the bay on sandy stretches filled with knobbly
logs, swayed to shapes of soft smooth curves,
carbuncle toadstools on the trees, like aunts
and uncles rocking, rising falling on their walking sticks,
You haven’t read this nightmare yet,
sometimes I drink just hoping to forget
I have known the pain that it can cause
to do it all again without even a pause…
It’s my self destructive neutron spiral
a dissection of a mad helix, gone viral
telling hell that I have warmed over again
but what’s the real difference in the end
Fuck it all! No one knows how I’ve tried
or that I was willing to lay down and die
tried killing myself with drink and smoke
It feels like I am surviving a really bad joke
Unimaginable dreams
carried by the wings of a creature
who's only song it sings
is gruesome in appearance
you should never fear it
for the posessor is incoherent
The feeble mind is not an abomination
just one of GOD'S creations
obvious seperation is man-made
An owl of the night I collide with life
Being good is miserable doing bad is damaging
Why am I so horrible?
In the eyes and minds of those around me
I try to get it right, but is always wrong
It's like eyes everywhere is disappointed in me
Peering through me for something I don't have
I want what you want, is that so hard to see
I need to be me, but me is not desirous
Like thorns traveling through the wind
My presence, my smiles simply cause distrust
Why am I so horrible?
The shrewd intelligentsia is rife
among the class of men who have no God.
The ignorance believers oft employ
in place of reason have no need of It.
Avera.
A petty doctrine well defined,
unreasoned precepts all contrived
that they be held eternally
in purified abeyance as proscribed our reach,
are precepts resurrected fresh
each generation codified by cold, ambitious men.
Dhanb.
The names of Sin are legion as are Sins themselves,
withal they’re nothing more than one’s perspectives.
Wake up every day,
And expect change,
Hope for the world to spin the other way,
This is a mad man’s game,
Carry on as they say,
Look the other way,
Watch the mad man run away,
Innocence lost,
A luxury difficult to obtain,
And as desire cries for escape,
Lock her away,
Another day of the mad man’s game.
rush to me
livid thorn
your delicate kiss
shall lace
the bitter warmth
the icy blessing
bestowed
glisten like night
tears the hearty stars
weeping
sweet is the fortitude
of revenge
and scorn
Love will be mine
as i sip the vile vial
colours contour my perspective; only just for a while,
so i drink the potion
derived from elements of a dream in motion,
and watch stars fall into the ocean
to admire their brilliant glow,
coming from the deep below
Never trust strangers
And
never believe a word,
Of what those who
Can’t look into your eyes say.
Showing ones rear,
Is a facet of indignation.
To the machinations of such folks,
Never fall prey.
This Loved doth say
Love is like a butterfly:
small, frail and fleeting.
Hard to catch
but tell me why
we still can share this feeling?
Pray, my darling, tell me why
this moment is not fleeting?
Love is like a butterfly:
daint, dear and dancing.
Tough to tame
but tell me why
your name gets my heart ringing?
Pray, my lady, tell me why
I hear the lovebirds singing?
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