The stream (all workshops)
Made separate from One
with a colourful burst,
at the beginning of creation.
Set forth to travel
through time and space,
for study and recreation.
Tasting the bitter
as well as the sweet,
as without both there's no comprehension.
Learning to travel the medium strip
to avoid unwanted tension.
Endlessly seeking harmonious joining
with others of similar vibe,
in an unconscious wanting,
an inherited yearning,
to restore the ancestral tribe.
repellant of the first foot out meteorite
in place of govern nonexistence. a sprinters cell
lacking the revelation for craters of cesspool
grafts,but impacts as a plume of ash
for sure clue chanced traces of thine dinosaur
upwelling of mound fissures clips grit shadowed
evaporite sulphates latinate of a doubled aggro
some fashion to call airy the merger
patrol ships on the cloud moist highway
sprite the sandals and garden closets
red of the repine rosy, our blood specter
can I take you down?
to the river or the sea?
call down to earth
land on a sharp end of me
thoughts are in mind
can we be something?
I have been in love before
I have been hurt
can you heal my heart?
can you make me happy again?
can your soul save mine?
I might refer to love
but mean true love
It's been, oh maybe, twenty years
since last I came this way.
Or maybe it was yesterday.
Time goes quickly, it's hard to say.
My rod's with me, I'm here to fish
in mountain waters running clear and white
in hope this setting will diminish
memories of loss ere comes the night.
So I stop beside a stoney riffle's pool
tie on a fly, I hope to match the hatch
then wave my rod, my wand, my tool
and lock my thoughts up with a latch.
Which human was born before the hills,
Or which man measures the age of a rock
Callop on the flank of bucklers,ready heaps
And his flame of wet branches, dry up
The trees and dead stones of horns in graphite dust
pencil in the articulated slink
in the shadows
hair in bangs fallen fallow
brilliant like mink
We texture
us extravaganza
eyes disc cartography
gleam like obsidian
bling
falling into the pools
Succubus
extortion
and my fingers
search for the
pulse tip satin skin
riding like a coaster
beatufiul devoter
Incubbus intrepid
Stop
i was great once
no
i was
and i’ll wipe that fucking smirk
off your stupid face
you sit there,
laughing
i hope you burn
you think you’re a charmer
yeah these idiots
may flock
hold you up
on a 10 foot
pedestal
but i’ll get a chainsaw
cut you down
and then we’ll see
who's smiling
Stop me
when my soul loses compassion
and tramples on others' hearts
to attain my own desires,
when I fall and succumb to my rage.
and choose vengeance over justice
to hurt another so much more
when ego blinds me from the truth
and my mistakes are repeated
out of sheer ignorance and pride
when I am losing self-respect,
walking on the path to ruin,
and my conscience is lost from sight
stop me with your words and your love
pull me back to my senses,
free me from the madness inside
When Poets depart
at times we have a heavy heart
when good poets depart
why did poetry ensue?
no one knew
but on these sites one needs to take care
be aware faces we see are different
and
heaven knows why at times becomes indifferent
but good poets surface up all at some time
and
so within reach one does in poetry climb
but
keep it in mind
poets leave as does time
far behind.....
in the folds of eternity
where to search
no poet has any time!!!!!
every single time
the sea returns to the shore
it brings fresh changes
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