The stream (all workshops)
Some say I should live
a different kind of way.
Drink and party more
find more time to play.
But I don’t want all that
I will do things my way.
It’s my life I am living
that’s how it will stay.
Others say, strive for better
to be like all the rest.
Have much more ambition
always try to be the best.
That’s not what I want
and isn’t how it will be.
It’s my life I am living
my life belongs to me.
you tore through my memories
and took what you wanted
until you were the only thing left.
you burned a dream on my eyes
and it made too much sense
how my unconscious can be so unkind
and i couldn't sleep because
i couldn't close my eyes
every time i did you were there
stealing memories
branding dreams.
the eyes are windows to the heart
and sometimes the shades get heavy
and start slipping
so i let them slide;
maybe if i faced you in my head
i could get some sleep
Anguish
Drained,
the humiliation of living.
The anguish of breathing.
Feeling every solitary second,
desolate inconsolable.
Jealousy and rage eviscerating.
Body racked with pain,
anger seething.
Tolerating existence,
Heart receading.
Check out, Cash in,
vacate this world.
Forsake this planet,
embrace oblivion.
Ridicule me not
though I am the master of confusion
And entangle minds in maze
I am a mighty ocean of bliss
after my queer puzzles clotted like a web
are logically disentangled.
Riddles - that is my given name
Master of mysteries
Teacher of logic
With flattery tongue, so smooth
Like wool of cotton
But I am abrasive too
that is to them who claim wise
try me with all the adjectives
and find me not lacking
Intersecting triangles and connecting dots
jumbles of words
on a silver and gold charm bracelet,
your head jingling on her belt.
Ha!
You laughed.
The goddess in her disguise
bested and played you for
all she is.
You must dance to her tune,
disembodied from the neck down.
She is without mercy.
She is your soul.
life is like a rose
short and sweet
long and painful
like petals always gleaming
our life can always be streaming
never settle for less
unless you want to impress
the past is the the past
live in the future.
life is like a rose
sweet,inoccent,beautiful
but also sharp painful and cruel
there is no way around it so you have to duel
the struggles, pain
but remeber you can always gain
sure you can lose
but its up to you to choose.
fuck with clarity
the wound
bittered with ache
when all the junk that is life
reminds you that your still
a cunt in wolves skins
stitched
piss on the kills and routes
kept that are sacred
sleeping in beating heart
hitch
to wake with life the bitch
you serve
let the tracking collar dig
in and wear thick
its just another prick
fucking eternity with
thoughts like raindrops
lost in rain
What's this? there are some voices
Footsteps in the hall
No one supposed to be here
Just the Reverend, that's all
Girlish whispers and angry murmmers
"We will kill him now"
He's done it to all of us
No more; and that's our vow
A dozen girls filed in slowly
Steak-knives and clubs of wood
Killer shrank back hiding
Should he stop them if he could?
We cannot judge when change
Comes to others with the past
Have we not seen a cocoon
When it releases the butterfly
Have we not seen the night
Become the clarity of day
Can we not say it's possible
Yet we see it with a next day
Yes that's right, we are change
With every second that passes
INTERNECENE WARS
I woke to a heavy mist
a blanket dark a dank
covering the earth where
I lay that night.
the stench of death
stained the air
reaching cities far and near.
I lifted myself from the ground.
looked around to see
who was left besides me.
suddenly
an icy cold passed through
my soul
shadows I once knew
strong and bold.
and for the pity of it
I did but swoon
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