The stream (all workshops)
Each movement showers of light rays
spread out from my limbs,
as if the sea were all a sparkling pond of magical beings,
their tiny presences made visible by disturbance;
this ethereal glow,
sends the mind to fantasies of other worlds,
where stars are born,
or in the luminous deep sea plankton as it stirs.
I have lost my ghost
it was wrapped around my legs
an amorous infinite python
My food does not go mysteriously missing
my favourite spots are not occupied
I am not reproached for existing
My bed is my own!
Maybe,
just maybe,
this time,
I am not talking about a cat
MASQUERADE
...and a silence dark and unforgiving
fell on this house
and all my kindnesses were brought
to naught.
Evil stares at me with different faces
Smiles turn into serpent's hisses
whispers of a Judas
dance frenetic around Truth
and Innocence
you do crucify.
novice painters
bend and twitch
a castle,
a kiss,
a face turned two
the master's glare
turns the screws
'neath Picasso's umbrella
....bliss twists to blue
disjointed dreams
drip and fade
as bereted visions
meet
the light of day
and only the elerly laugh
Eleventh hour has passed again:
Wrinkle capped Men wreathed,
Widowed, psychopath onlookers grieve
Under a common grey sky, have
Fallen beneath the wheels of the cart again,
The grinding machinations grate
At furies far flung
And little understood by those too civilized
For wars that come undone:
Dare we criticize now, in the time
Of glowering, decorated men
That guard the blood tradition?
Just one more night,
you have just come and so late
we haven't had enough fun as yet,
why do you want to go away,
do stay
another sweet session will end up
better than as best
do stay...
Ah do stay
Okay
just another night will relieve our very being
just a night more my love,
can you not stay
what am I asking of you
just a night of your life’s day
only for today
yes my loved one,
do please ,do stay...
THAT door with its faulted LOCK slams and
clicks...the magic touch
the deadbolt unsliding
an open thought
in the drafty light
like the cigarette haze
the perfume drape
on tired furniture
the tricks of xmas lites
voices linger like a
travellers lullabye
an echo of moment
jacket full of promize
and an empty blaze
that races in our haunted
passion
Two little blackbirds
part ways forever
and nobody bothers why,
the sun sheds a tear
just before she sets
and philosophers do not
even care,
those keyboard sages
from the east and west,
where snow falls
and summer is a thing,
they won't ask why.
It's only I who seems
to care,
to worry why
the earthworm dies
without a marked grave.
Prostrate. in fevered dream light, I swallow your kisses,
drawing sustenance from empty myth, as your waters break
over my parched dying soul to breech my needs in cold
nature once again.
Where are our fifty daughters as I howl at your passing?
Would that they nurse their father's madness with a single
waking touch, as my dreamless finality nears? There are no
armored sons close as I convulse to memories of my youthful
loves and lie, pale, and abandoned to my chosen course.
Many times when you break up...and hold another’s hands …
you always recall the warmth of the first one...
who had held your hand …
but then comes a barrier in between …
his ego and mine..
His anyone can define…
but none can mine
I all along my decades of sharing knowledge…
have requested all
take a step...one at a time… lest you fall …
and most love to fall along with the ladder…
that's about all… and then make stories tall ------
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