The stream (all workshops)
Watching the waves come ashore
crashing into the beach as they roar
then retreating with a murmur and hiss
like the breaking of a passionate kiss.
I close my eyes and inhale ocean's brine
off of the steady seaward blowing wind
which entwines me like a soft creeping vine
or the smell of an exotic perfume's blend.
In response to the surf's rumbling bass
white wheeling gulls cry in the clear sky
above tiny plovers mincing daintily by
and pelicans gliding past in a brace.
It's time for a new vehicle
Click, click, bang, bang it's a clunker
The struts and ball bearings clicking
It's a nightmare driving this car.
Not knowing when I'll be stranded
It's time for a new vehicle
Never trust family mechanics
They just might take you for granted.
Finally have deed and title
Five years of payments, paid in full
It's time for a new vehicle
My Aveo is a clunker.
Docile
doe eyed
submit
sunlight to dusk
paramore amour
and nightfall
asunder silent
quiet to your chores
I rest like a king
feet up in the
man chair
Your laundry round
and dishes clank
my shirt pressed
a cold beer drank
a place has everything
and everything a
need
shower
annointed
dry
my rules
my creed
a land without
borders or rules
is unhappiness
no linen
no lace
no strength
no grace
glaciers of indifferent neon
flash impersonally
aloof
across an emotionless sea of
permutating
pinched
icy countenances
nibbling, numbing
apathetic winds
seek
infiltrate bone
stinging precipitation
marble cold
penetrates pores
with a weather-beaten shudder
cross-legged on the promenade
at the sidelines of
the main thoroughfare of trampling feet
unkempt dank dreadlocks
stooped
short sleeves
no shoes
a small fray-edged blanket
an epoch of brutality
met with shed tears
as glass sparkled
where rioters passed
Why? Unanswered
what could have been undone?
had a man not been choked
for such a petty infraction
Why? Unanswered
was a shot ever fired?
seems the land of the free
and brave prefers to cower
behind power first
regardless of lack of threat
Why? Unanswered
Ferguson
Eric Garner
what power fiends
on patrol
irrational reactions
acts of unfit uniformed bullies
The world was burning around me
where the sun revealed gory scenery
of corpses with darkened skin
with faces frozen in a silent scream.
Soldiers marching, trampling on humanity
Their blind bullets vanquished innocent lives
What is the meaning of such a victory
that was spawned out of despair and misery?
No guilty conscience, no conviction
my vision of peace distorted
like the reflection on a cracked mirror
stripped of beauty by murderers
I don't know what quatern or not
but this piece of exquisite poetic art
tells me somewhere in the hollow of my heart
lies a desire
a want and hope
like the lantern with darkness to elope
as the wanton flows
from within all night
the desires glow
when the lantern will be out
none shall know
my life so does ebb but slow
I want her to know
come alongside once again
to glow
am I wrong to think so?
Dear sublime
only you know
Is there truth in all that is said
may be, may be not, may be some
yet we fret, or even tirade
over if it's a peach or plum
when we speak of age old myth
Is there truth in all that is said
hard to believe or contend with
to deny it most are afraid
it's so funny how rumors spread
thanks to the world of inter net
Is there truth in all that is said
it's win or lose placing a bet
.
a wondrous favour bestowed on me
a gem that shone in life's waters
Heaven, for her own reasons
on a sorrow-filled day
took my gift away
but not before
he'd found love
and made
you
.
You start fights without a cause
Cussed me, then act like the victim
If only I had a missile
Then your mouth would be its target.
Why attack when I'm feeling well?
Starting fights without a cause
Your demise became my desire
Holding back kegs of fiery words.
Your callous, disrespectful taunts
Unrepented, doubling down
To start fights without a cause
Makes me dizzy full of contempt.
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