The stream (all workshops)
Emotions poured into the glass, as I rid the grasp life has
We all crave perfection instead we marry rejection
For a moment life seems like fairy tales and dreams
My fears found a voice and spoke to me, this can’t be
I want to poison the demon that won’t stop screaming
On this one way path to the unknown has my courage shown
I have been taught to trust in a world of lies and lust
I was taught to be honest even after every broken promise
When I cried they looked away, oh humanity is lost this day
I see her hidden
in plan sight
hands pressed
to her eyes
this image remains
among few
a day that won't wake up
I slide into a pocket
fortified against drafts
carve away tenderly my soul
pull me from the flesh
born by my mother
gather up the curious
the beloved
and indifferent
let the Sheenyman sift
my treasures slender
and part out the ashs
and if you could
would you let my
fall on the river winding
for I was a traveller once
and a dreamer always
Good poets only compose,
To read their creative work,
When they are on their deathbed, alone
When there is none to moan,
No sounds of music
No sensations,
Dead feelings
And
The distant drums beating are heard,
Just to keep one alive,
Then upon the soil of ego
Man does survive
Just to die
He has a feeling
Of still being alive
What sense does it make
that as the legs grow weaker
the steps grow steeper?
wet sniffles thru smudged rose blush
she finds her face in her hands
blowing smoke from her refry stinks
up the city, stealing sobs and bitcheries
but they still don’t make any mace for stats
and for that
she doesn’t weep
but she cries,
cries,
cries.
referring to older allusions
she holds steady to any yesters
so many “i told you so’s” driven home
make you pull like a mule, like a mule, like a mule
hold fast this dreaming lush
stand in winters blush
the weight of hour
falling
falling like the dark
this edge of ache
where love waits
there are immaculate
dreams
and visions sharp as claws
there are diaomnd flaws
this need
for soft spoken words
kissed like whispers
warmth and speed
the calamity choas
are ghosts heed
lost like shadows
Skattered
betrothed
the wild
caress
touched deep
and kept
fond this precious
light
shed
Golden locks flowing
Sunlight sparkling bright blue eyes
My love is everlong
I gave pain an anesthetic sick of seeming pathetic
Cutting misery’s spleen with claws of wolverine
I threw melancholy off the tenth floor balcony
Agony I do ignore as she bleeds on the mahogany floor
Oh, such deeds are chaotic, maybe I’m psychotic
Or maybe I’m saving me with this vivid imagery
My smiles no longer a bastard, in me look what he’s mastered
Tonight, I give my pen to laughter, as she writes this chapter
No more waiting for the sun to rise I can close my eyes
She is like a cat in the dark,
Her eyes twinkle and spark.
She slinks around,
Like a ghost in the town.
And lives amongst the alleys.
She avoids conflict until pursued,
Once angered she won't be subdued.
If you dare chase this kitty,
Man, you have my pitty.
She may seem shy,
but in her eyes.
I see a mysterious side,
life is a tough ride.
for this girl I can tell,
I can read her well.
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