The stream (all workshops)
CHIARO=OSCURO
The morning softly brings me to Day
and my Nighttime dreams begin to fade away..
In light's truth I see the years,have ravaged me..
On wings of fire I soon I will fly across a clear blue sky
and all my days of loneliness I will leave behind.
The castle is quiet in my head
All talkers ready for bed
Feeling at peace my horse in the saddle
There're no night terrors for me to battle
Just the sleep in my eyes demanding rest.
A few reads of poetry tonight
And some loving critique, none so light
Is what I planned before lights out
Two bottle of antibiotics without a doubt
Can't do a thing for my infectious plight.
The castle is quiet in my head
All talkers ready for bed
Feeling at peace my horse in the saddle
There're no night terrors for me to battle
Just the sleep in my eyes demanding rest.
A few reads of poetry tonight
And some loving critique, none so light
Is what I planned before lights out
Two bottle of antibiotics without a doubt
Can't do a thing for my infectious plight.
On my own shelf,
So far back no one can see,
The doll with the torn dress
And the ripped seams.
Who bothers with a broken toy
When prettier ones abound?
And the child who used me sits
Newer friends in the round.
If you open my dress,
A small dark stitch you will see,
Where once a little red heart
Beating fast used to be.
I was thrown down, unwanted,
And so I walked away,
Back to my gray shelf,
And sat down in the shade.
you are but just one
amongst millions
who have their lives run
but you are one in a million
who has life's race
so meritoriously won
to cherish you now
mankind has its voyage begun
It's been said,
now...
time and peace
have graceful hands
of passover...
Peace...
Peace...
Peace
drizzles in pieces of dawn
Of ripped ribbons of night
As pensile moments
rip the paternoster
from my breast...
As the enduring face
of Evil affixed
his last patch...
I became the before
the Paynim of infinity...
sitting at the feet
of the Pedagogue
within in the mother...
she whispers a bossa nova
through a sultry pout,
eyes drifting into the distance as if
somewhere else
a sadness floats casually on
samba's bubbling wave
her tender sorrow garners tears,
adoration, and praise
with a simple sigh
and a touch of heartache
she explains the world
"love...love....where art thou
oh, troubled love
elusive love
where art thou, my love, my love"
evasive love fills her days
sensualising dreaminess
essential for the stage
Why are you brittle?
Just weakened or little?
Or splendid shine just fragile
Shooting light swift and agile
Tiny flame in darkness
But touched ready to bust
Or powerful inferno fearless
Waiting to be snuffed
Would you illuminate the way
For millions lost in void
Or be silent content and stay
Lost in loneliness and avoid
Are you afraid of the dark?
Afraid of the creatures that dwell there?
Do you burn their flesh and leave your mark?
Or are you blissfully unaware?
i want to tell you about my day, every day
every time i talk to jam i wonder
would i have time for him if i had you
would i have time for anyone really?
would i even care? actually, no.
scratch that.
i know i wouldn't.
i want to come home after a long day of swinging snowboards
a really, really fucking long day
and collapse into you.
i want to melt and let your soft fingers trace my rough hands
there are callouses now from screwdrivers
and my hands hurt all day.
temporary atoms
magnified by eye's magnification
500 times
if we had no eyes
we wouldn't have ever imagined
we had something
that did rise
and
that's no surprise
tis a surmise
500 times magnified
and
we cry out for more size...
Merry Christmas let it be!
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