The stream (all workshops)
THE LAND OF CHUZZLE WOO
In the far North West, where pink vultures nest,
Lies the land of Chuzzle Woo.
There the mountain range might appear quite strange,
For the highest is four foot two
I've heard hippos cry as they try to fly,
Flapping legs like Twitchy Sue,
But its best all round they stay on the ground -
Imagine droppings of hippo poo!
DISCONNECT
[inspired by the works of St. Exupéry and Sartre: VOL DE NUIT and LA PESTE]
And I wonder
why love dies
for some and lasts forever
for another one
And I think
where did all the friendships go
promises of unconditional “ever to be.”
why revenge and cruelty
when they end.
There are no true connections
no real loving or affection
for some…for many.
we whirl in Time in our own
sublime dreaming
Your words of kindness
Encourages
Eases burning desire
Caged in my bones
To end my life
Your love of goodness
Lifts me up
From ground in which I’ve fallen
Hard cold and damp
Your warmth covers me
Like a Genie in a bottle
I decanter your gift
Place on a mantel
Above my heart
Reach for on days like these
I see my dream in plain view
I only watch
We have our arms
We will not raise them
No one is dreaming any further
The light has stopped flickering beside me
It must mean the thoughts have ceased
No one will reach for the dream.
Now a moment of revelation
Killer knows from whence he came
No remorse for his actions
There is just the payback game
For all the hurts that innocents suffer
He will give twice and more
Just as he gave to this one
Crawling slowly toward the door
The rage he feels is building
Uncle Michael is right here
Kill him now; but slowly
For his brother dear
The pain explodes inside his head
No relief is there in sight
Tears roll down his cold and stony face
He'll kill Uncle Mike again tonight
rust stains
sink drain
curtian stark
light lets low
the darkly show
Senryu
Vanilla ice cream
Mouthwatering cake on top
Blueberry circle
The hammered silver moon
upon a night sky hung
fairy wings and midnight dreams
of cotton candy spun
imagination wanders
to a land far beyond
and there we'll meet
on distant plains
where pain and strife are none
If I could make you whole again
it would be my greatest pleasure
For within every friend is found
the deepest of all treasures
and even though I know you not
cherished hopes are all I've got
to give to you to hold
till the sun is hung in pure gold
MAY and DECEMBER
I waited for your call.
It never came,
It was 2:00 A.M.
No doorbell rang.
My heart began to sink again.
Every time you walked through the door
and I saw you standing there
I thought my soul would never bear
the ecstasy
When you ran your fingers through my hair
the softness of your touch spoke fire
and your caresses whispered love
nothing lasts forever,
you are May
I am December.
Will you dance with me
One more time.
I want to remember.
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