The stream (all workshops)
Terrorists of the worst kind
Angry men who yearn to rule
Likely to all good things blind
Insane, blatering fool's tool
Brutal to their own women
Always willing to do them in
No prophet would claim them kin
Cruel for cruelty's sake
Only hatred fills their hearts
Women's freedoms they forsake
Against all good the Koran imparts
Rape and power their sole goal
Don't you know the Taliban?
Sinners living with no soul
you are very young and beautiful
accomplished poet, keep it up
poetrys simply an expression
of one’s feelings,not really
of one’s own but also
imbibed from family
and friends none
can express what
you do yourself,
others change
dot a comma
here n there
then say this'
much better
can't u see?
May be!
this sickness sweet
runaway horse line
curled like a fractured splice
deep wretched skin
and the staggered spine
whirl ways the path of fates
this rain dream fallen
bleeding waste the slate
nothing more to tease nor test
like the brood winds sway the
loose lead haunts
the moans and groans of
furnace wants
in the forest where the watchers
taunt
From cuddles sublime
to a more complex time
when we still, were finding our ways;
thought we knew it all
but, we'd eventually fall;
although allowed to see the scenic route in life's maze.
We knew of no fear
while still learning to steer,
flying high, by the seats of our pants;
we lived without care
and cosidered each dare,
we played hard, and we all learned to dance.
We sure had our fill
of good times, if you will;
where each lesson truly played with our hearts;
stillborn winds
stir
the current
takes them
an ocean of night
deep thick
I am just
a dreaming
they all love me
the world is now in love,
someone with someone,
some with me for fun
so many love
so many others too…
to broaden their limited vision
I am in love with all poets too
who
so ever praise me
or
advise me soulfully,
of which there aren't few
this I wish
you my new found friend also knew
Gravel groans beneath my old truck tires
driving slowly down this remote road
dust plumes rise like double pyres
coating roadside weeds with a gray load
All is a faded worn out green
from thunderstorms and summer sun
but here and there some gold is seen
on poplar tops above duff's dun
I cross a bridge with thick wood floor
above a creek that's nearly dry
with autumn rains it soon shall roar
beneath a cooler wind swept sky
Today i am filled with anger
fueled with hidden hate
scared of being outcast
afaid of common fate
today is built on tragedies
which no one wants to face
nightmares to humanities
and moprally disgraced
tonight is filled with rage
violence in the air
children bred in ruthlessness
because no one at cares
tonight i lay down
but the pressure never stops
knawing my sanity
content when i am dropped
but tommorow i see change
a chance to build something new
A big burger and lots of fries
not the best in terms of healthy, you say.
But excuse me, did I ask?
A ride on the greasy side of life,
no doubt a dangerous delight.
But at its thought,
I’m Pavlov’s dog.
I’ll risk that beating by the great OZ,
doctor that is.
Dismissed as well
the sucking sound of shrinking arteries,
as without ceremony
I devour this
killer feast.
as a stranger answers to your name
precious moments tumble
forever re-arrange
at their desire
events to play over in my mind
connect me with eternity
immerse me in the
emotional maelstrom
of love and pain that
had me crumble
under strain of under fire
suffocated by the veils of time
mixed with memories formed easily
omnipresent in my own magical
keepsake kingdom --
momentous or humble,
evenly strummed on evermore's lyre
nurtured
as is a well mellowed wine
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