The stream (all workshops)
Don't you remember,
All those long classes that felt too short?
Giggling at the teacher as she enthusiastically spoke of moss sex?
The deep intimate note we passed, an the secrets we shared?
Surely she knew of what we spoke,
Taboo and new.
She never minded though, because we were her stars
in the black night of public school.
We formed a bond as tight as the nucleotides that we studied.
Adenine, thymine, guanine, cytosine.
Steadfast friends, and maybe more?
Until you went away.
Conventional cloudy rainfall
Along with visible thick haze
Inundated sea disappeared
The greens were as hard to locate
As the short airstrip of Sprigs Payne
Belated voice from the tower
Hollered thus, “Man you’re too high”
But the eagle dived and landed
With a rebounding touchdown jig
Lost a third of the squat runway
Travelers’ fate rolled helplessly
Tumbled on sandy plain below
Emergency briefed on exits
Bits and pieces left in the holds
For the spark that ended in fire
No special traveler am I, but another just as you.
I make my way through this life as best I can,
with hopes for joy and little pain.
Coping with the whatever comes my way.
Sometimes growing, sometimes not.
I travel this road lighter now,
bringing with me little of time or fortune.
For most of both are long since spent just getting here.
The only thing of value I have left,
are these tiny bits of person I call me.
The last of my treasure which I will freely share with you.
eager to be slim
because he wants her to be thin
shes a rake
that dont need the cake
(let them falsehood bitchs eat dat)
and he dangles girls by her
streamline designer
draws her in
adjusting to win
and the boys are falling
hard as chrome
soft as rain
because they love the way
she shows the pain
they want to be her
brand new stain
but deep down
theres an angel
dark from heaven
fields
the slain
the wings are
dripping white
as down
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What has Cain brought forth to our Earth
but mist and mud and lots of lust.
No more than a grain of salt's worth,
nothing, but sorrows and mistrust.
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There, Ken thought it's lots of delight-
and shamelessly plotted for it.
In a ludic party one night,
he'd decided a time to set.
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"Too much merriment I shall get
tomorrow before the sunset,
"No devil but I , shall abet
ending Someone's tortured spirit."
You radiate with the last light that keeps the mountains from fading into the sky
And for all my restraint that light gets brighter as the night gets dark
So I ache for the ocean and your memories swept up in the tide
For your pushing pulling breakers
And for the drive behind your hips to pull you toward me
Exploring all the mountains and the valleys
The one between your lips and chin
The hollow just above your collarbone
The beautiful cave they call your mouth that falls in on itself every time we try to draw out one another’s souls
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;
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