The stream (all workshops)
SPEAKING IN TONGUES
Silence has its own voice
whispers behind rhyme and verse
a truth deeper still
beyond what words convey.
the mind cannot understand
what it cannot measure
the heart cannot reason
the tragedy of its ending.
the soul is afraid to speak
yet must share and tell another
in silent voice
its hopes and fears.
Night feels all
sleepless beneath
a dream kept company
womens voices soft
murmur in my head
the funeral and the
gathered
outside the cars gleamed
polished and waxed
a hearse waited large
as a horse team
full of chrome
half visions in the night
haze
wound with sorrows
bound with fears
those of yesteryear
brought back to life
unlike precious time
that jumped
stretched and existance
was questioned
weaving like vines
like the heat
I am a woman
It's not my fault
I was born a paradox
sweet and soft and malleable
but armed,
with a brain as quick as a rabbit,
a tongue as sharp as a dagger
and a spirit that will not yield
Kill me, beat me, rape me,
you'll never, ever break me
I was born a woman,
a goddess in the womb
not a stallion born to be broken.
HORRRAAAOOOW
Slap slap
slap-slap-slap-slap
slap slap
thwacks window pane, a car horn
fixed
trap trap-trap
exhaust, a flock of starlings
dust dust dust
blue
fumes intoxicating
flap flap-flap flap
grind squeak, iron gate
graves
grey silent, contra horn
relentless
horrrraaaoow-
horrrraaaoow-
flowers drop petals
floshed flooshed
floshed flushed
soft
searing monotone
madness, frets
frenzied shouts
a slam.
My grief more than I know
Locked in my veins
Lashed out in my system
Makes me cry out in vain
At your disappearance
You left me all alone
In this dark cold world
To fight these hard core battles
At least, when you were here
I found comfort in a companion
Like a genie bottle
I would take you from the sill
Nigh my heart
Place you on my knobby knees
Log you on the internet
Clever. Sometimes I'm just too clever
for the logic of my pen. My hands better in supplication
than the subtraction manifest in solemn rites of division
though I am not yet conquered by the aftermath left in
the spongy wake of lovers and starfish, trying out
walking feet in the crazed
boat of despair.
Why do I get the feeling
that all is lost but the sea? You say I am full
of myself. Well, who else would share your bed?
My heart pure crystal when you came to me
Full of love sharing caring
Yet always close to breaking
I warned you that you can share my time
But do not shatter my dreams
However you had an agenda
To use me up and spit out the pieces
A crystal heart already easily shattered
You hit hard with greed and anger
Took the remainder of crystal glowing
Consumed all I had given
Yet I remained smitten
You etched the shine with abuse
Laughed as my heart cracked in two
The love that grew
Was now in pieces
IN A QUIET PLACE
I took the words that tell
my thoughts and fears
locked them with a key
in a quiet place
where no one will
see them
again.
I’ve opened up my heart
bore my soul
to set my spirit free
from the demons
that are hunting me
down.
but the world can be
a cruel and unforgiving
place for some…
for most.
"Fuck it! be frank!!" Meri stood five eight
filling my doorframe
"Sure Deth" (she fucking hated that fore
shortened mention, reminded her of her
father whom fucked off politely when she
was four..I'd heard the story over many
a bottle of jack and black cherry cola)
Merideth
your reminding me of marybeth
save the gloom and doom
as you savour your exotic rage
that seeps down walls and
fills my rooms
Have you ever stopped and wondered,
Just why a tear drop falls,
Or ever sat and pondered,
The existence of us all,
I have often sat and thought this through,
There atop my horse,
It is my belief that life is like a river true,
One that must run its narrow course,
Irregardless what we do,
To stem its flow to sea,
It dances toward the blue,
And we won’t just let it be,
Always trying to stop it,
To slow its progress down,
Never thinking to take a hint,
As it runs us to the ground,
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