The stream (all workshops)
They saw you as a single atom of this earth,
in my eyes there was no defining your worth.
Ready for laughter, always your smiling face,
around you everything was lined with grace.
i wish there was a reason for you to stay,
that i could say how much i miss you each day
memories of you are now flawless works of art
that hang with beauty on the walls of my heart.
I've worked hard damned near all my life
but now I'm on the dole
while greed's allowed to have run rife
loss of self worth haunts my soul
Like most I thought I Was my job
(I could build 'most anything )
'cept a defence from those who'd rob
our chance to grab for that brass ring
Each day I still wake 'fore the dawn
old habits never die it seems
I'm that guy you could depend upon
to construct your home of dreams
Roses are my fave...
they make one brave...
upon the button holes of kings
and
upon the graves of mankind...
roses we all find...
yet do we know...
Roses never fade,
in the book’s pages
in the shelves of time
they continue to lie
that's why
roses never ever die
When you open a page of time...
roses come to your mind ...
the fragrance remains
and
love doesn't stain...
roses,
as roses even though dry ...
come alive and forever remain......
What sung the crow to the dying sun,
As passed day unto night;
Beheld the moon as she begun
Her usurping of the light.
At silver light the raven calls,
A silence fills the halls.
No man can stir, no beast can bear,
The coming of night fall.
No this is what you think it's not an impromptu / Usually I let my words hoola hoop in my mind til I lose the rythmn / Cause even on a decline I am forever lost in thought / even without being spoken thru a mic / my words possess me / So excuse me as I exercise that thought region / I can't remember that's what side of the brain / Maintaining sanity in such a mad world /History repeating cause somethings can't help but remain / Those that lose more then they gain / Find ways to become stingy / Those who are overfed / Only grow more greedy / People walk pass me everyday a
out of six strings
the girl has two
she knows what she wants
and that seems like nothing
she's cluless in her perfect world
out of six strings
the girl has four
she knows what she thinks is need
no one has changed like she swears they have
and he has done nothing wrong
out of six strings
the boy has eight
i know he cares
he just doesn't know what to do
or what to say
Confessions
She is Venus
watched from a distance,
making merry
with her soiled sisters,
buying rounds of mulled wine
in the shabby brothel,
fortifying resolve
against the dangers
of chilly night.
Finishing my tot of gin,
I place thempty vessel
on the scarred
wooden bar top
as the soft smile
of a refined gentleman
plays at the corners of my lips.
Awkward Thoughts…
They shovel words down our rarely used throats,
trying to make us swallow or gag so very hard.
Standing on squared circles like silly old goats,
with Hamster chin pouched necks, bellies of lard.
Angry though we get we’re always in the wrong,
excuses are made for our uneducated upbringing.
We can never use truth to voice our helpless song,
unfortunate people trying to sing, no just mudslinging.
Frank Wright had an idea
Bob Frost had an idea
Which popped into his head
Which popped into his mind
A vision of a structure
A vision of a poem
Which both knew how
to transform into
REALITY
Frank's specialty was physical
Bob's specialty was word
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