The stream (all workshops)
On this deep December day
with all leaves now gone away
like hummingbirds, just memories,
forgotten on the sharp chill breeze
the naked limbs are set to sway.
The cold has firmly taken hold
and brought to heel decay and mold
while stilling pools with frozen glaze
where cattails quiver on cold days
when northern winds grow bold.
Even daylight has retreated
as if darkness is now greeted
while the world drifts off to sleep
here within this woodland keep,
another cycle soon completed.
down where winter charms
have grown fond of dusk honeys
the silver warmth draws
coy smiles
heavens wings are dusted
with the rising stars
and lonely looks
from forest stand
so quiet and nocturnal
raise hairs on slender arms
and red rose mouths
as warm as falling stars
There is meaning to this simple inspiration,
Unimportant I suppose,
Yet it inundates the world,
Can there be so much color in so little space?
There is huge risk in inspiration,
And Yet I implore you think otherwise,
There is no invention without risk,
And can there be invention without innovation?
Then the world will stand here,
And the world shall continue to think,
Yet inspiration will continue to strive,
There will be countless error in inspiration.
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The strength of ideology as known
lay in the fact all men shall seek a god.
A doctrine merely amplifies the tone
and makes a cult of anything so odd
as that which queerly contradicts one’s own,
for all else is to one’s belief a fraud.
I went to the market
To buy half a kobo of salt
My husband poured it away
Hard earned salt spilled on the floor
I opened my mouth to talk
My spouse nearly beat me to death
Iyo-yo-yo yo, hear the woman cry
I ask my wife to draw closer
Come and give me a child
She turned and stepped aside
I dipped my legs in a stream
The stream turned to an ocean
My travails are many, so many
Iyo-yo-yo yo, hear the man cry
Forged by God,
yet perfect words i cannot find.
Only human,
fallen by a demons battle-cry.
Is this the norm for us normal,
Awaiting, looking for the wings
that in heart allow us to fly?
Icy mornings and dark sunsets,
the shadows always tainting.
Within the depths of hollow,
The soul always maintaining.
Forged by greatness,
this is our sadness,
yet for each day it is our strenth.
I want your heart
your kiss of death
your sugar lips
your honey breath
my heart is ice
my fingers numb
you stole the warmth
but feel it none
beautiful lights
dance in your eyes
your touch, your tease
is slight surprise
your smile's a lie
when you are sad
the one you love
let others have
though stars may fly
they seldom fall
i found but one
to hold through all
my heart of hearts
lies in your hand
you've turned it into
tears and sand
The beauty in your green eyes
Steals and it seals,
The beauty of your heart
As well
If only I wish
I was much younger, than still
Your beauty I'd devour at will
But it’s too late in my life,
The sun is about to set,
The horizon is far, distant away…
I can't stay,
Even if you want me to play
My good times have lapsed
And passed away
Some other time,
We shall meet, we hope
And
in your life flowers will someone lay
Who with your loveliest eyes can play?
A PAPER HEART
A paper heart
torn and tosssed,
a paper heart stained red
folded into a box.
A paper heart blown in the wind
free to fly, the world its prison.
A faded heart with no ear to listen
The world burns,
in search the paper heart turns.
Over and over with different shades,
each dawn it comes to rest.
Each dawn wishing to change its stars.
Nightall with a dream it leaves,
for in the new dawn it may be blessed.
A paper heart
torn and tossed,
A paper heart with no rest.
Sweat trickles
On my palm
My heart races
Like ambulances
Through red lights
Breathing exercises start
As the room starts to move
Oh, how I wish the phone would ring
Even if it is a telemarketer
Trying to sell useless
Accessories
Thoughts are vivid now
Like a front row seat at a matinee
I start to pace the room
For a panic that is within
People start to stare
As they begin to whisper
Are they talking about me?
Paranoia also came uninvited
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