The stream (all workshops)
Do not visit the lonely lands
no matter what the kind
be it a place of empty sands
or just that place within your mind.
.........I lose myself in lonely places.
Stay there in your town or city;
take your comfort from the crowd
and its sense of false security
which leaves you feeling safe and proud.
...........Leave me to walk the wooded traces.
Roll Roll Roll this flow gently down a beat Merrily merrily merrily merrily Life ain't what it seems
Had a dream last night not as great as Martin Luther's The Love of my life was correcting Karma Sutra
While I was making this rhymes I was on the inside of my love stroking at a double time
Shes's the best I'm like stereo record I'll confess I'm the best at what I do I've been blessed
To write poetry Blessed to write this story Blessed to display lyrics
Roll Roll Roll this flow gently down a beat Merrily merrily merrily merrily Life ain't what it seems
Had a dream last night not as great as Martin Luther's The Love of my life was correcting Karma Sutra
While I was making this rhymes I was on the inside of my love stroking at a double time
Shes's the best I'm like stereo record I'll confess I'm the best at what I do I've been blessed
To write poetry Blessed to write this story Blessed to display lyrics
A Demonic or
True Democratic Rant…..
Democracy a myth
scratched on deceit,
religion controlling
wheels of our minds.
As children they bring
us up to greet,
false gods, totems,
or a cross of kinds.
Pretending that
we have a chance,
to reach the
cookie jar of truth.
Regaling us with stories
of romance,
images dropped from
a photo booth.
the snow is falling softly behind the tree in the window
and you could easily guess what I think about now
it's always the same.
yes, she would like this. curled up on the couch with me.
I keep saying that I want to know
I want to know when I won't think these things anymore.
but I will leave it at that for today.
for today, I want you to know
that I know I was stupid.
I want you to know that I will stop listening to little birds
and my angry heart.
I think you know that for me, at least
darkly filled
abrasive edge
cloaked in shadow
a lacy web
spidery fingers
cold of touch
holding tight
needy
for love
craving
yet raising
and waving a shield
deflecting
denying
all who would kneel
for history's fist
retains its grip
and a heart
once broken
becomes
such as this
I stared at the darkness
It enveloped my thoughts
To hell with this,
came to my mind
I switched the light on
Now I am delighted
Which seems to be
a contradiction??
sparks we shone
brilliant
drawing heads
and doubts
throughout the jealousies
and envious hooks
we stole the pages
of each's book
sharpening like a skill
this trade
we flattened and dulled
the tempered
haze
Its winter now
fulfilled
and late
we throw the walls
kick stones
in spate
how we crowned
the victories
being first
drawing further
lost
further tossed
till we
are lastly
lost
If you follow The Creek, from The Pond, to the west,
turn north once you’ve reached the Top Paddock,
by the Mallee-Shrub Maze, you will reach a small crest
(near the home of the kind Sylvi-Rabbits)....
In The Maze, just last weekend, they all had a party
(it developed to a loud, wild affair)
for Will Willy-Wag-Tail's very first birthday.
Everyone knows him as Billy-Do-Dare.
I'm on a fiery warpath
I'm done with you talking smack
you think you got me duped,
but your butt’s about to catch a boot.
Take your rug-rats
and pack your bags.
find your own house
before I go in your mouth.
I maybe half blind
and feeling bad half the time,
but, I'll be dang gone dead
before I let you take my head.
Telling your lies to everybody you choose
won’t get me to step back my shoes
nor will I take back the harsh words
I said, you blatant, disrespectful girl.
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