The stream (all workshops)
I must have drank too much ambrosial wine
and fallen fast asleep, I must have dreamed:
I walked among the clouds, God at my side
an angel led with a lantern like a star
and all the world was dark beneath my feet.
Heaven was cold and void, an empty chapel
that carried our footsteps through its
vacant corridors, our voices echoed like
the thousand ghosts that came for mass.
The organ played itself, the windows smoked
with incense as prayers rise from purgatory.
It was a requiem for my soul, God said.
From this sea of humanity
when I would seek tranquility
Oh Lord, please have Mercy on me
I pray to be a humble bee
While I flirt around maiden heads
singing songs of your divine grace
to sip their nectar in sheer glee
I pray to be a humble bee
Gliding merry in wind and rain
to scatter potent pollen grain
Oh Lord please have mercy on me
I pray to be a humble bee
Looking up to my next abode
in search of the immortal code
to be what i would love to be
I pray to be a humble bee
THE DARK SIDE OF THE SUN
There is no bright and sunny sky
to look upon.
There is no pretending when
the end is near
and there is no memory
that makes it easier
no medicines, no prayers, no dreams
to take away the pain and fear.
Suddenly you turn around to see
that you've disappeared
and anguish for the times
you were you
When all is gone that you knew
there is no way to start over again
a stranger in a strange world
waiting to end,
.
It matters not I am unwise
I see acceptance in your eyes
I find my strength - your faith, you see
reflects the me I want to be
believing I can do no wrong
with adoration, pure and strong
your trusting soul implicitly
reflects the me I want to be
I see it when I speak to you
true devotion from someone who
so worshipful and wordlessly
reflects the me I want to be
you hold me in such great esteem
conviction in your love redeems
belies my past stupidity
reflects the me I want to be
When courage dies in hearts of Man
and blood is shed across the land
My God, to You I bow and pray
Be You the light that shows my way
I asked of You to save my soul
and let my blade be firm and bold
to kill the beasts that come to prey
Be You the light that shows my way
Just let me dance with all my will
to slay my foes who wished me ill
Against the odds, I will not stray
Be You the light that shows my way
surly dampened purity
svelte sweet tonality
in the personality of
tensile pressure
footstep measure
concubine moon
ovid bath
tides sluggish sway
cupped water embraced
brows tested in hot
damp easy structure
forms arched
mouth parted
philtrum thwarted moist
bulb shimmer pulse glow
in urban bloc palatial
row
a poverty chance
slake a charged mercurial
nymph whipped medusa
drape crown pressed
on wingback ghostly
waiting branch
The spring wind is in the eaves tonight
and it moans a solitary sound
while I sit beneath a reading light
listening to my old heart pound.
Sometimes I read on nights like this
after Susan's gone to bed
and while she's dreaming of some bliss
some author's tale fills up my head.
And other times I take my pen
to write of things I've said or done
not knowing when the tale will end
once the ink's flow has begun.
Bare streets
brare skies
like lidless
eyes awaiting
visions from
the sulken
brawl of lamp
lights
An odor of
the hour
climbs the
speaking
steps of stairs
creaking
in its case
a ghost mandolin
Baby why we need
to turn against
Love
the flush cheek
burning like
a wind slap
Happiness was
a cup a home
to lovers
crawling through
its lairs
sipping of its
ale its drink
now its silence
and tranqs
by the sink
aimed my eyeballs
with slow precision
became Zen like
lost myself
quite beautifully
Buddha staring
into my probing
vision
no sign of
the Virgin Mother
High Noon
minus the violence
the intensity
almost
knocked me
over
stop!
no more seeking
no more
worried looks
which scatter away
the weak visioned
sleepwalking drones
who contemplate
nothing
I can no longer scratch my back
My left wrist hurts like it's crazy
Running all way up my elbow
I can barely use my left arm.
While some with ease can twist their arms
I can no longer scratch my back
Like I'm used to since forever
Now my wrist hurts like it crazy.
Carpal tunnel has my right hand
The pain running way up my arm
I can no longer scratch my back
As easily as I used too.
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