All is done because every day
you survived
to see the darkness in your eyes.

The mirror is closing in,
the mirror is fierce:
Nothing to hide within
but a world of suffering.

And there’s no point in reducing
the fury of yesterday’s hate
to a handful of tears
banished in the wind.

Just step closer to the edge and you will feel
the wrath of your ancestors
building up through your veins.

Your hate is in vain
in the same vein as death
and everything else
that comes against the grain.

I’ll Kick Tomorrow

As for today, change my blessed beliefs? No way Jose´.
I’ll just slay a few more, then when I bolt my door
It’s cold turkey baby

I’ll kick tomorrow

I’ll consider the sorrow
I’ve been delivering each ‘morrow

I’ll kick tomorrow

Habit on the run
habit having so much fun
acting sank
really having plenty in the tank
circles on back
and flanks us every time
turning our resolve on a dime
taking focus off the
severity of our crimes
so we can get off again

Hairy Brute, eyes of yellow
Shining in the night
Standing silent, in the meadow
Giving me a fright

It stalks my camp, makes low growls
Sits in the piney wood
It scares the wolves, stops their howls
I know it means no good

What it intends, I don't really know
I hope it goes away
The night is passing, oh so slow
I can't wait for break of day

Feel the distance inside
and the wounds of a sphere
that is spinning aimlessly.
Stay with me and hold my hand
while staring at the blue mirror above
in a free fall...
And make a wish to leave it all behind.

Why are those dreams so lonely?
Why are those fears so empty?
When everything falls from sight
darkness is everything
and beyond
the outer light molds our feelings
in a fist of clay.

Try this poem; remember to read it aloud;
 
 
 
        If Thou Must Love Me
Elizabeth B. Browning  (1806 – 1861)
 
        IF thou must love me, let it be for nought 
        Except for love's sake only. Do not say 
        "I love her for her smile- her look- her way 
        Of speaking gently,- for a trick of thought 
        That falls in well with mine, and certes brought 
        A sense of pleasant ease on such a day"- 
        For these things in themselves, Beloved, may 

There’s no need for another revolution
...Meandering about...
Weary minds fall asleep and then there’s heaven
No depth in the vein of a dream,
Only our Sun that shines inside out.

And there’s no step that can be undone
No light that can be unfolded,
Stop and think – there are only two ways:
The way of the living and the way of the dead.

Would you reach for my hand in silence
If I told you a lie?
So much so that everything we used to know
within and without
shivers in the whispers that die.

We remember, we remember
But, we will not ever understand
The truth that took you from us
Stunned by our loss
Try as we might
Numb from the fact
We cannot fathom the purpose

Stars should shine brightly
Forever...

Just let us paint the shadows
time and again,
and put a smile on those colors
to grin at their reflection.
No one has to know the struggle within,
there’s a secret and each of us knows -
just put a smile on your reflection.

Sell us hopes and smoke the mirrors
where they rest in perfect symmetry,
don’t let them go astray!
The past and the future melt into a single grin,
and you can sell us hopes, from time to time,
to hold the pains at bay.

Blues busted by the GD sunshine 2/14/2020
You want to talk about a bad day? I got my blues busted by the goddamned sunshine! By the GD sunshine!! Leave me alone you nosy bastard. I had a perfectly good funk going down, Samuel.

Your challenge members of the workshop and anyone else is write one of these post here and click the workshop box at the bottom to find the workshop label.
Let's look at one of my favourite forms
ENGLYN PENFYR

Let's kick things off with something new for most of you, I'm sure. This is one of the least well-known poetry forms--an old Welsh form called the ENGLYN PENFYR. It is syllabic and rhymed in nature, as opposed to metered, but the use of internal crossover rhymes lends it a very rhythmic quality.