The stream (all workshops)
As the sun sets in the west
painting sailors' delight for coming day
I stand atop my back yard's bluff
above the pond as shadows play
Bluff casts a line across the water
dividing the opaque from clear
where fish flicker back and forth
as low-light feeding time draws near
As demarcation line advances
and more of the watery world is hidden
thoughts of mortality invade
filling up my mind, unbidden
When I woke up I smiled at you
you didn't see
when I sat up I saw you there
you didn't sense me
when I thought of you
you didn't know
when all the leaves have left the tree
and all the rivers fill
when birds awake in spring
and flowers ring
and flights of memory take off
to join the throng of joyful dance
on verge of madness
happiness is there to pluck
and yet
you perceive it not
In the belly of our once beautiful nights
Mythmaker’s psychotic fantasies
Has finally brought death to life.
We now cower with religious gadgets
Leapfrogging from one demon’s cursed claws
Only to land into another demon’s poisoned fangs:
it is a puzzlement
my poor judgment in choosing you
as their father
I was young - too young perhaps
princess dreams and magic carpets
pre-schooler in this animation
the hard studies yet to be
but still
how I could've made such a bad call
amazes me, is a perplexity
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you rarely cared in the few years you were there
and never attempted to make contact
after you left
deserted them
it wasn't that I didn't try
the ink
smudges
off from the
initials I elaborately
designed on my palm
its been a while since I
drew on my skin, as the ink
seeps in I think of you and these
songs playing from these headphones
take me to sacred moments we spent with us
the timeless immortal us, I see myself
fourteen, memories so clear
I see you thirteen and can
still feel you near, your
smile, your eyes, your
smell, in love we fell,
fate, stars and
all the things
unsaid,
so many
poems
about
pulse switch relay
cathode bath delay
depth sought
Aednat
alluvial aura
radiance beam
The hum drum glum
Low down days
Buzz and thrum
Drone on incessantly
Trapped, sapped of energy
Cramped in soulless mundane lives.
missing opportunities at every turn
Passed out, strung out
Apathetic, the throb and dull ache
smashing our will
Zapping and snapping nerves
Brittle In the chill of reality
Calling to someone to let us out
We have the right
To take flight
In the pursuit of freedom
<p>A tired mother
young hatchlings to feed
they're truly too big now
to fulfill their need
it's time to go now
it's time to fly
time with no warning
go now with no why
soft down suspended
three hatchlings emerge
but that poor one
that young noble bird
a mother swoops in
a mother to mother
a child to give sympathy
a child to smother
she pecks and gives chase
for the weak dying male
he flaps and he screams
he flops and he flails
I have forgotten the willow weeping in the field
How it brushed closely to the Earth
As the sunshine would glimmer through
Highlighting the wild flowers in bloom
Home to the sparrow and once a year
The turtle dove would tour through its branches.
I remember the golden sunset
It would paint the sky with purple, reds and oranges
Majestic upon the encroaching night
In breathless awe I would watch
As the clouds explode like rainbows
And the calm of the moment breeched serenity.
the sun setting
golden in the breathless sky,
the sky turning red and pink and apricot
like a Parrish sunrise
there is a benediction
of hushed voices
as the night gathers
its dark crown and silk grasses
and the cave of the heart
takes off her shy veil
surrenders to all that is
like lilies blessing the open field
gods still walk amoung us
in the silence of holy men
and women. I am incapable of knowing
anything more.
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