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The stream (all workshops)

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Two Hearts Meet

Words were breathed over the unhatched egg
The destined rider was chosen
To bear the heart of a dragon
Their jewel-like hearts of hearts
Fearlessness, tenacity and valour
The rider exuberates!

She rode along the Dragon’s back
And share the heart of the dragon
She carried the hearts of fire
And held on to the breathing earth
She became invincible
With bold courage and a brave heart
She fought her battles adventurously!


Expectation versus myself
The ultimate showdown
The finger guns blazing, the desert dust storm with blinking eyes hissing a vipers warning
I see a red dot blinking on my forehead
The reckoning remains the ending of the bible and I find myself seeing god in the shadows
He stalks me in my dark hour of need and I find the devil more enticing with every assumption I make
Calculation, presumption, prediction,
The freshest imported goods for the finest meal of anxiety I’ve ever tasted,


some or most of my life ihave felt out of place like as a child in a department store with my mother i mistook manikens for people people for mankens
once in junior high health class i wsnt concentrating but drawing octure of future cars the teacher found out and showed it to the class eho laughed

Day & Night

You write your words
In the silence of the night
Laid bare on 104 keys
You think your thoughts
In the dead of the day

You darling girl
With no audience
You dance in the dark
Your eyes are blind
Is this imposter syndrome
I can’t see
You think to yourself

Once you take the leap
Into a vat of judgment
You put your soul in anothers hands
And once you do
You’ll be glad
Even if a little sad at first


There's a time to live and conquer,
and there's a time to live and fail,
life is true but a stage we all come,
the life itself isn't a bed of roses.

There are thorns lie before us ahead,
yet, we walk through them unhurt.
the ability and the energy to survive,
lie in our labor of work and prayers.

We must all endeavor to succeed,
folding hands makes one unuseful,
we must be obidient to our selves,
and adapt to any situation at hand.

Sea Legs

the man with folded legs
and soggy shoes just below the shoreline
sits on my love
the wind tells the trees to breathe
as the man with the folded legs
reminds me of what one can do with so many tears
I can make an ocean for you
for the sea's make fond memories
and waves scream louder then my voice carries your name
the man with the folded legs sits on my love
plush and ripe
and buries it in sand
heavy toes write a eulogy on my burial site
as his folded legs walk in lies
where to the sea he falls

Into Blue

Something new, unheard yet
Blooming from into Blue
Shaping a flow, body with ease
A rhythmic exchange, perfectly simplistic

The transparent cord between
Fusing the harmonies into one
Raspy sweetness to the ears
Becoming with the own

Beneath, Below, Beyond

I sit beneath
my wide-brimmed hat
below a sky so grand
I wonder how far away
tomorrow lies.

Certainly in that blue expanse
there is born one place
where the slightest moment
crosses over into what is yet
colorless and untroubled.

Where you have no given name
but are distinguished
by the way the wind
catches your hair,
or why you cried as a child.

The Boundless Sea

I wish to know if my spirit could be bound
Like the seemingly endless sea we found
Nobody recalls the beginning of one’s life
Stormy times we go through, amounts of strife

I wish I could tack from New England to Old
See all the glorious stories I had been told
Yet I can only see but the sweep of a gull
Above our boat and off the beat up hull

I wish I knew the meaning of you
Endless sea of greenish blue
Where storms, then calm, bring satisfaction
Where there really is no thought - planned action


I’m not broken
I am a collection of
Unhelpful thoughts and
Unhealthy behaviors
Dearly earned as means of
preservation of a self
That was never me


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