The stream (all workshops)
For you my ink would never stop running
For you're the only one in my mind
That could make my feelings overflow
And my heart fill with black ink
Ink that just needs to spill.
Sometimes I listen to the beat of my heart
Before I eventually remember what I want
I only need the soft sound of your heart
To make me snap out of my thoughts
As you're the one who brings me back to reason
Broken Telephone
Words sounding distorted
Blurred words, as if the drunken are communicating
How do we miss each other in the conversation?
What do we miss?
Is it that we are confused?
How about if we just sit still and listen?
Could it be the solution to what ails us?
The cookie I prefer to eat
Changes. Today's cherished treat
Becomes a has-been in a while.
A chocolate chip once made me smile.
Now allergies have changed my song.
Frankly, it just seems so wrong
Chocolate is in so many great ones.
Of course, if I ate them all I'd weigh tons.
Let's just say I like cookies. To
Share a cookie with a friend (or two)
Just makes my day. With milk or tea,
Let's all stop and share a cookie!
courtesy evil ferocious wraithlike grimace
Acrimonious scurrilous words
flew out the mouth
of vicious nasty shortish brute
leaving yours truly
as a key witness dumbfounded.
Outrageous spluttering claims
of stolen parcels
plus ransacked jewelry
totaling to the tune
of countless Benjamins
(hundred dollar bills)
viciously lobbed at dear wife of mine
as iterated in a previously written poem.
I never understood what it means to be free.
Don't get me wrong, I do desire this,
But I am afraid that I can't comprehend the meaning of it.
Think about it...
I feel in my heart the need for freedom.
I feel in my soul a vibration that doesn't want to be obstructed.
I feel in my mind that I deserve it.
But I don't know how to embody it
Because this actual word is a prison.
What do I do with my freedom? With my free time?
I play some games that I used to like as a child
My mind's a maze of melancholic madness.
My soul's a sack of sentimental sadness.
It's time I shed self pity's
sombre shell,
and stepped outside my solitary cell!
The springtime songs outside my door are ringing.
The songbirds swoop,
non-stop: their sound of singing.
I dare not squelch with sorrow's baleful breath
the celebrants of life that conquers death!
I'm the I's(eyes) in the sentence "I Am King..
I'm never blinded ,I can see.
The say heavy is the head that wears the crown
Well I'm prepared to frown
Like a silent geek.
I Am King ,I came with innovations
My rhymes and schemes are made in the old pages
I stay in the same location
You can come get me ,
Coz saying we gotta meet to beef is not healthy.
I'm full of ideas my ingredients could pop bellies
I walk this world both night and day
Wanting to know what gives my stay.
Why can't my soul find the true rest
Unless by your hand she is blessed.
I look as my world cry in pain
And wonder what in life we gain.
Why do we do our brother wrong
Happily singing our own song.
I cannot rest my searching heart
Till I know what’s the major part,
Till I know that calmness within
Saying that I have denounced sin.
The last thing you wanna do
Is waiting in a queue
Sweating,
With numbing feet,
Time reluctantly passes
Be wise , think about it
Do not hesitate
Whatever you're waiting for
It s not worth it
So,
quit it
I know you shan't regret it.
I'll take the burden off
and wait in the queue
Instead of you
I see you trying to lure me to you.
I see you occupying my space whenever I’m alone.
I see you jump into my head when I put it on the pillow.
I feel your presence in the room when I can’t sleep at night.
I see you promising me nothing but peace and silence.
You made me think that you were my safe haven.
You gave me a test, I took it and I failed.
You gave me another one, I took it and failed.
I see you trying to show me what a great angel I could be.
Too bad I got no strength.
Too bad I’m afraid, I’m scared.
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