The stream (all workshops)
old,
which is gold
never mind still I will appear
as yesterday there would have been a tear
when I fell almost to finality
ere fatality
my deafness and the road least taken
were at fault,
as I took the tunnel of darkness
to avoid wrath
there was then the calamity
I wanted you to know
wow, fell flat in the darkness
no one knows,
yet in pain with broken arms
a shattered shin
and a twisted knee
all the pain got better of me,
as fatality
relatives all turned docs to salvage
In Olden Days were deity
to worship from a bended knee.
Their numbers were as grains of sand
with different names in every land.
And orisons were never free.
The sailor sued upon the sea,
the farmer from his field’s ennui,
but not for Man had idols planned
in Olden Days.
Reform betides us presently.
The long engaged theomachy
is fought with fewer gods on hand.
Still Man must sacrifice withstand
and ever do the Nations flee
the Olden Days.
The last golden leaves of autumn
sit quivering atop the tree
all having left the limbs on bottom
left them nude for all to see
Indeed it seems that this strip tease
of fall is coming near its end
as tatters drift down on chill breeze
each tapping limbs in northern wind
They garb the ground in garish paint
at least until they fade to dun
beneath the light now growing faint
as shadows stretch from setting sun
ripped into existence,
a near year coma complete
warned by vaginal resistance
we appear here without teeth.
without warm fur or claws
without agility or strength
critiqued for physical flaws
including genital length
will it – be a healthy slut?
will it – be ugly and alone?
will it – make more of us?
will it – obey what its shown?
“responsible for” is not love.
a species wide delusion.
how selfish demanding they rise above
your life’s meager prostitution.
The night was clear, the stars shone fierce,
and starlight through the foliage pierced.
The fields were open, vacant glades
of stagnant air and bending blades.
The rivers quiet, waters still 5
beside the foot of aging hill.
The banners limp in standing air
and towers gleaming proud and fair.
The clouds were gone, the sky was clear,
yet closer crept a shadow drear. 10
With each rank breath it slithered on,
toward the banks of Lilion.
It slithered on with each rank breath:
the malevolent face of death.
Words expressing emotions’
Thoughts put into writing,
Feelings expressed in poetry,
My soul felt on paper.
I’ll write you a love letter
A message delivered in ink,
My heart felt in text,
Securely sealed in an envelope
I’ll write you a love letter
As I reminisce on the moments,
And my heart yearns for your presence,
I won’t forget my promise,
You’re a precious angel of kindness, so
I’ll write you a love letter
Ain't all sugar and spice
Do your bidding
Who ya kidding?
this ain't no wallflower
relinquishing her power
this is a goddess of grace
letting you occupy her space
So better be nice
she ain't all sugar and spice
Think twice
at the end
the void
without form
empty
the nothing
from which everything came
what is nothing?
It is a conundrum for
the moment I think about it
it becomes something
and
I may escape
the pulse of my heartbeat
but I cannot
flee thought
.
effigy
terse longing
we have strung out our bows
swiftly
the cool iris intimate
the fletching ready
steady on the knee
like a proposal
I hear the tenderness
of your ghost
it makes me cry
release and
realize
that love is meant to die
Succumb to these
Visions that you're seeing
Please
For I am those
I'm that ever-present being
What I am, nobody knows
Curiosity only grows and grows
Possibly the missing link?
Do you think?
Maybe,
I suppose
New places never been
I know you'll like it
Just let me in
What?
A perfect fit?
Fuck, not again!
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