workshop
Voluminous
spreads ringlets
full of gold
and rich deep shades
suffuse
a timbre
beneath the
above
has awakened
the river
an electrical
apparition
appealed
and found
this alarm howling
at dusk
a klaxon blaze
striking its honed
keen point
fresh soul
fresh taste
beneath boughs
bending in secret
troughs
like the delicate braid
of gold at your throat
gentle
What shall I talk of, to you this evening?
Paltry little items to waste both our time's
Epic things to stir your shallow interest
No I just want to see you for what you are
What the hell do you want of me
Alright you need to know of my ways
That's a laugh as I can't relate to those
I think at an instants whim so what's next
Too much has passed my eyes to this day
To tell you in a few words, would fail both of us
You in your understanding of my ways,
and me in a feeling of being understated
'hark my heart stops
stress stalks me
I sweat helplessly....
evening is a germ gem
that albeit corroborates the crowns perdition
rain buds are soft on child skin
abducted pride equinox
sacrifice..........to universe
diamond dispositions forged fickle of anxiety
grafted on the ranks an epaulette
dermis of a sullen sun domineering
I'm in a fix:
My mind's rocking back and forth like the obverse of a clock's pendullum,
In reverse simple harmonic motion, anti-clockwise as I try in vain to curtail these torrid emotion,
This quicksand I'm sinking in,
I'm caught in a permanent paroxysm/ Enmeshed in a maelstrom of a vortex trying to suck me in,
Like a fisherman winding his rod backwards my mind is reeling,
I look foward to the future propheticaly;
while simultaneously I flashback into my past retrospectively,
Where are you, love?
You're not here by my side
There's a stranger on our bed,
lying with me every night
He wears your face
with a missing smile
He did not embrace
your zeal for life, your style
I yearn for your touch
for your calming voice to soothe my heart
I don't ask for much
I just want your love never to part
My soul is shouting in anger
but the silence is impenetrable
I can't stand this any longer!
Save me from this mad cycle
Even the bars are empty
on a windy Friday night;
no one has the strength
or cash
to even drink enough
to momentarily forget
their golden cages.
Freedom rings
they tell us,
in this land stolen
from the weak,
made richer by the weaker
and the force
of others used
to make them work,
but the only truely free
are those who
can afford to flee.
Rock the cradle, Dear
I will sing the lullaby
to bid him goodnight
It's time for baby to sleep
until a new day begins
cure congeal catacombs
heritage of break silence
spawning grounds......slur syllabic
lushness parched throats
truncate and receding
monument and truncheon
in solitary devolution
echo of pinnacle
pedestal the leper whose feast of apparition
fruition dote bearing similitude
restrain the condiments- me and you
a mirror - strewn
YOU LOVE nature
more than you do a woman
yet I am glad
you they summon,
to enjoy the bountiness,
the glory
the fiery story
composed by Almighty
He hasn't wasted a time life
in eternity
creating
destroying
recreating humanity
along with it naturality
and
as you call it poetry
I say tis a mystery....
why man runs after
power and money
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