The stream (all workshops)
How I wish I could benefit too,
Just by reading you,
Why have you taken?
A long spell to return
"Where [is] all the midnight oil
[That] you [burned]?"
In alleys and valleys,
Entwined, intermixed with joys and sorrows,
But whatever may have been your plight
Morrow after morrow,
It must have added to your strength
From which I dare to borrow
And your footsteps follow
It was captain Macfarty the head of the party
Commander of ship and of crew
Who ordered “set sail” in pursuit of the whale
That was known as Kahuna Kalloo
It was huge it was quick and its scent made you sick
For it smelled just like octopus poo
It was big it was large ’bout the size of a barge
Though, some people would swear it was two
A slow painful tramp back to my truck
after eight total hours
of being
..still
...alert
....cold
......cramped
.........................luckless
Old knees and muscles fairly scream
as they creak from too much time
...........unflexed
Flashlight shows uneven ground
old stumps, logs, vines and rocks
all anxious to send me home
with another fall
sprained and bruised
Will I never reach my truck?
Didn't see a single deer
But I did see
pure you push the plush persuit
planular perfume perfection
the ovid isolation dream
suspends eclipsed
where two hearts meet
"thats the poison"
you sighed
and I slid beneath the
sleep of windowless skies
kiss us away
this rainstretch morning
with dampness
tinged in murky puddles
circlets of thoughts
falling down
waxing and waning
push and pull
daylight is fading
the moon is full
a pinprick of starlight
from behind her eye
starts to glow
as she starts to cry
her tear in the tide
would not make a wave
for if she is nothing
she's nothing to save
go down to your destiny
to the ocean floor
take a deep breath
and sigh no more.
Sunday morning in the city,
icy pavement, icy street,
bare trees white with winter's white
its silence overwhelms
you wrote a poem about paper and skin,
we play rock, paper, scissors
inside this fairy dust;
in orbs of water,
it is always snowing
it covers and hides us
like bubbles we collide
not long ago,
wild geese
left no impressions, no shadows
for the leopards in the snow,
who are we, always coming and
going?
In the house of Sir Gee, there is much joy
There are ooo's and ahhhh's and many hugs
Presents unwrapped, by each girl and boy
How did you know? He just grins and shrugs
Killer's house is much the same
'Cept the presents a little more wild
Instead of giving the kids those boring-games
There are knives for each boy-child
The girls will get some presents too
Cooking pots, and new recipes to try
Of course, they'll try them out on you
It might be bad, but you won't die
There’s a cat on our street, she’s incredibly clean
She is long she is black and she’s terribly mean
She roars like a lion and purrs like a kitten
One look at her face and your bound to be smitten
With her bright golden eyes and a coat black as coal
She will lure you in, she will capture your soul
She’s a devil an angel all rolled into one
On the wide open road she is fast she is fun
In the city she knows how to slow down the pace
As she ambles down streets with such style and grace
The color green has become rare
now that leaves have fallen down.
Among the hardwoods cold and bare
all is stark from root to crown.
On this late November day
even the sky has lost its blue
due to clouds heavy and gray
brought last eve when north winds blew.
The once gay colored autumn leaves
now are dunn and at my feet
barely disturbed by frigid breeze.
Land has forgotten summer's heat.
Rewritten over and over the same old story,
why does pain always come before glory?
I can't see my heads all cloudy and my mouths all stuffy.
Planning it piece by piece,
breaking down slowly, but im savoring the sweet,
completly misunderstood by all means please,
leave me lonely disease over powering,
problems? probably,
lost in my dreams,
one member standing, they all left the team,
you can pretend to befriend me, but the lies I already see,
so im no longer recommending my bitter words of plea.
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