The stream (all workshops)
a series of thunder broke the silence,
as the wind blew hard that it took away my faith,
the fiery fleet were now purified by that great cobalt stone
the underworld covered with heaven's frost.
ashes from the flames were used to rebuild the castle of Lucifer,
which will be the hall of the resurrected souls from Hades..
the wall that then separates the two worlds
turned into a golden bridge that makes both worlds paradise...
terrible wish that all will be fine
screaming in a foggy night
without a sound heard
by any ear
but the one in your head
a kind of madness
that sound begets
hardly delicate --
klaxon's shriek of awareness
sounding doom on one note only
sounded first on first day
plays
long through years
'til last day
in human ears
loudest at the end --
then silent
over -- it's over
silence gathers
gladly
Hectic search in the mind's forest,
Dicker hearts, yea, heart for heart.
Two or three immutable minds appeared,
Smiles in cheek but gloom in heart,
The reluctant hearts repel, Oh, repel!
A taboo to the dense forest, yet he moved
He saw wonderful beasts, terrible and good,
Now he lost his way, he wanders in the dense wood,
He began to write poems flowing from the heart,
Then he was hungry to drink the intoxicants,
The juice of some drug-plants inspired him,
Gulped a mouthful of fantastic dreams,
valleys of lows
mountains of highs
too many hellos
too many good byes
I didn't know
it could hurt so much
loosing someone
who's grown cold to my touch
I didn't know I could be so wrong
about something so right
I let go, when I should of held tight
,
our troubles we didn't bother to face
now has led to words we can't erase
we let our anger and hurt smolder
as our hearts grew lonelier colder
under the layers
of simple text
are these
coded meanings
and they are
difficult to
decypher without
knowing the writer
or something about
their motives
It's not at all
easy to find a
place to start
or a point of reference
It's all in there
you just have to search
reading is the only option
begin at the
first sentence
it helps if it's
interesting
Gangland
Sharpened knives and pieces of wood
Weapons ready for the gangland fight
Fractured bones and open wounds
The war has begun with no end in sight
Baseball bats and pieces of brick
Weapons ready for the warfare fight
Busted faces and shattered skulls
The war is full of malice and spite
This is gangland warfare
A rampage through Hell
This is the badland nightmare
Where all the tainted dwell
Oh! Dear Tanya!
Tanya you do allure
I shall return
Surely for some more
What?
Clues of course
Where in this ocean of time
Can a soul searcher find?
A friend of thy kind,
In the vastness of the wilderness
They say it’s like eternity
I call it the trinity
Of
Life, body and soul,
Where we all strive
To become one whole
everything comes down
to a few moments
of time
in life
The hunter is so very stealthy
( to hunt a grizzly, he must be wealthy )
in the thick Alaskan brush
hoping for an adrenal rush
Quarry was first spotted yesterday
on river's shore a mile away
gorging on the spawned-out fish
a glutton for this yearly dish
Laying out a careful stalk
on a topo map with thin white chalk
he studies the big bear all day
imagines taking this great prey
VISIONS
(A Journey in Three Acts)
Act-1: The Leaving
To the land of my fathers I now must return:
You know, it’s not that I care to roam.
Leaving you here, by your wheel and your urn-
Leaving love, leaving life, leaving home…
Yet, as evening must follow the morn,
All those visions, once bright, are now gone;
And the dim light of dusk is now turning to dark,
Yet I know that I must carry on-
I must carry on…
Act-2: The Realisation
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