The stream (all workshops)
Wounded, I can't speak of the knives
The ones that cut me so I bleed
Old scars have been re-opened
They fester with dirt swept under the rug
Poison arrows fly at me from ambush
and I bravely struggle on
Holding the shield to protect my heart
I cannot find Plan B
You couldn't possibly invent history,
no toe can get a foothold around an
idea whose time has come.
I tell you the honest truth, it wasn't Professor
Plum in the drawing room with the smoking
gun, it was DNA that committed the crime
and made the difference that originated
all children of a lessor God committing the
sin of skin.
The turmoil poets face,
To relieve all tension,
That mostly women create,
By their ill-choosing,
Since men only bask,
In the sun of glorified victory
They bake out of a hot oven
Then men move on remorseless,
To another similar,
Future likely haven...
Women alone recall life
Like crumpled autumn leaves,
Trampled by rapid winds of scorching time,
Lost in the dust of mental disintegration
Then in place of a smile,
They spend weeping all their while.
Tonight the northern star and I will speak
Together will see the power of fantasy
No alarm to wake me or lingering responsibilities
No fee to pay only the spark of friendship
No slithering monotony to have its way with me
I know it seems optimistic, in a cosmos so twisted
The sounds of grand pianos play until daybreak
Festive wine poured into every glass this night
That dream is not just vivid, it’s ready to be lived
Crudius woke up when a comet
rocked his chamber and his hall.
He found up on the open fields
carcases of an eon's worth
of life wiped out by fire.
He greedily gathered fruitful harvest
to his caverns underground.
There he lit himself a fire
and put them in the kettle room.
Crudius stirred till all became
as black as carbon, raw and sweet.
He left his experimental stew
to liquify and to purify,
to cover all the deepest pits
and to wait till new life begun.
Then Crudius went to sleep.
When everyone wore a fedora
And smoked fifty dollar cigars
Ate in the finest of restaurants
Mixed with the brightest of stars
When life was a little bit gentler
With tennis and tea on the lawn
And everyone dressed up for dinner
Then went out to samba till dawn
When today was once tomorrow
When the future seemed so bright and clear
When life was packed full of adventure
How I wish that those days were still here
Linger until,all life has gone
the road that lies ahead
be it narrow,be it long
In vain I seek to find the truth
remorse and pain the only proof
my eyes will tell the tale
of how,I lived
Of what has been my past
although I need no comforting
an empty lie,the form is cast
What has been done,still scalds and burns
who knows, which way the path will turn
lesson given,lesson learned
The end it calls ,I will not hear
let go , of what you once held dear
release the hold
then rid the fear
Comes a winter shingle shaker
blow off the leaves, blow off the hats!
Bring a gust, an old limb breaker,
turn your breath to an ice maker,
send to rest the flitting bats.
Roar throughout the night and day,
build the whitecaps on the lakes
invite the winter here to stay
and usher autumn on its way.
Lift the tents up from their stakes.
Bring snow clouds in skies of blue,
put sleepy gophers in the ground,
freeze to frost the morning dew
bring the jack frost into view.
Send the last geese southward bound.
verse-
head against the wall
i'm waiting for your call
but i know you can't right now
the safety net is stretching
every time i fall
and they've got me figured out
bridge-
yes i'm scared to death
but does it mean a thing?
yes i said i miss you
but that couldn't give you wings
chorus-
blackout
turn the lights out
i gotta get out
before i go crazy again
shout
scream it out loud
how this love will be stronger
than the rest
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