workshop
The theme today is eyes
I always have known
that beauty lies,
in the beholders’ eyes
as does love
and that is no lies!
so as the theme today
appears to be
all about lovely eyes
I wish somehow
you do too see,
the beauty in my poetry
if they do lie
do tell me,why
for I know all of us love
our very eyes
and love,
lies within ones loving eyes
Woman -
You are so damn incredible,
I wish you can see
Just how much you mean to me...
Woman...
You are a piece of work,
A masterpiece, a work of art;
The way you work a skirt,
How you whisper in the dark;
It ignites candlelights of desire
Deep within this man's heart
And I want to share that fire
Experience why you are such a work of art.
Woman...
I have been unfaithful,
under a curtain of night
even as you laid
a fingers breath from my hem,
he stole my affection
in shear moments of ecstasy
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We came together
an eclectic mix,
liquid methane and fire,
once we had merged
passion ignited
In this bright black heart
the longing for better days aches
the memory of halcyon deeds awaken hope
yet only as a torment to reality bidden forth
This twisted flame of reality burns
but does not warm or comfort
slowly the ache recedes only to flare up vengefully
and with ironic intent to mock and choke all respite
Words are all I have left
enemies gone only blustering malice remains
spiteful friend of peace and haven safe
twisting the knife in happiness's broad and vulnerable back
So many kingdoms I have laid to waste,
so many freemen I've enslaved.
My imperial army moved with great haste
to conquer all the lands I craved
Spitting on the heads of fallen rulers
I laughed as I took their women
while I let their pathetic men witness
what I did to their children
I celebrated countless triumphs
as the reign of my empire grew
but greed opened doors to treachery
and my actual friends are few
You asked me,
"why do you cry?"
I replied,
"only the sky knows this",
you said,
"you require the blue
of day to fade?"
I replied,
"it began at dawn."
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each day
my lead wears down
when fingers
scribble with a stub
will anything remain
of me to write?
or will iron
seep into my veins
and my finger take over
marking lines
in steel
Gone , I say and walk from church,
As the stiff body embraces the grave
letting the dead cool at the hearse
it is Jun, battling the sun is being brave
We turn to the Cape, I cultivate
myself a sacred melody from the sky
where the sea bangs like an iron gate
and we touch. In this way people die.
My darling, the wind has often blown
from the raging water and when we touch
we lose the touch entirely. No one's alone.
Men kill for this, or for such
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
torch twist
focus on the edges
voices a grey sliver whisper
straddling oceans of quiet
indifference
apart by songs
discordant
fingerprints
on the dust glean
you sigh
i wish
that like snowflakes
we could
be closer
then
a million twins
Forewarning
Shadowed talons reaching for the basement
trapped by pale politicos above
southern culture lost to cold indifference
strangles the hypocrisy of love
clinging to society is fruitless
when savagery’s accepted as the norm
black and white are shades completely empty
and little children grow to fit the form
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