The stream (all workshops)
My inner darkness
The glass of the soul
Falling catches no sunlight
Dropping onto black marble
Shattering without sound
Without a sparkle,
Or thrown light.
Never let this be me.
I scream inwardly
No one hears my agony
I touched the darkness
With my whole being
It is a product of a hurt
I have been given to hold
Held so that I cannot breathe
Reflected within myself.
I'm feeling frisky
Can we be a bit risky?
find some little alcove
and share our love
I've never been so brave
but you, right now, I crave
Is that a sound of condemnation?
No, cos here you are at my work station
You say "I need you to do some filing"
I outwardly moan but can't stop smiling
never has it felt so right
can't wait for more afternoon delight
MOURNING SUN
The sun burns steel cold
sharp and cutting
reaching the depths of me.
I don’t hear birds singing
anymore.
and the noise
of all living things
sends shock waves
into my brain.
Did you know how much
I loved you
did you know how much
you meant to me
what do I do now
where do I go from here
I grow saddened,
our streets
have begun
to flow
with blood
our offspring
run wild,
animals they
prowl the streets
prey on the weak
king hits
and glassings,
blood forks
and the rivers
run ever deeper
police
overwhelmed
medics
understaffed
trying to stem
the flow of death,
rapes
bashings
shootings
murders
our children
are dying
our streets
show signs
of war
and still, we sit
and do nothing
Poetry is death to me
When the world is gray
I can not see
Anything but fey.
Fey is knowing death
Powerless to change
A final grief or breath
It may change with time
this lonely path of mine
Shows me only pain
but I can't deny my brain
easel
the storm outside wages
and the sins cast raise the
fire
the cat stirs
its yellow amber gaze
the mists through the shire
the sea roams against the caves
that groan
and dreams shake away
behind the Mica windows
the peat fire blaze
its sweet comfort
the tea pail simmering
Hawthorn and Root
the winged spirit climbs
seeking
bitter fruit
the wizened hearts
of unbelievers
the bear walkers
who despoil the truths
of rune stones
Headlights on the highway
grit in tired eyes
on the road since Friday
way more lows than high
keeping it between the lines
Trading miles for money
exchanging life for time
endless days are never sunny
as I wipe off the grime
keeping it between the lines
Mirrors reflecting glaring light
while ol' Hank and Waylon play
alone another four lane night
tailgaters just won't go away
keeping it between the lines
The raw dripping pool
creeping across the mouth
delicious!
drip drip dribble dribble
No sanguine snack this-
more a Homo-blackpudding
bursting bloody bastes
The luminous ring dances
lunar lines across the
Green Man's playground
hiding wet magenta ribbons
drop! drop! splatter splash!
And the scent is wafting
And the hirsute pursuer
pines for the
metallic tang
And he finds a lone lovely
languishing in the green baize
clearing
Shook me a branch on the Lullaby Tree
sweet melodic air wafted by me slowly
my eyes started to close unwittingly
soft mystery of the Lullaby Tree
Hypnotised by the whisper of the Lullaby Tree
magical dreamland drifted into me
flying on clouds of heavenly reverie
the wistful sound of the Lullaby Tree
Wanted to stay forever under the Lullaby Tree
peace and serenity enveloping me
but breeze brought me back to reality
precious time spent under the Lullaby Tree
She dyed her hair
black as her Mother's lungs,
hoping to attract the beast
to someone deserving.
She went out to the porch,
the smoking lounge
kicked herself for lighting up
and noticed the grasshopper's struggle.
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