The stream (all workshops)
glitter gnash
a gullotine smile
slash
depths swirl
in flashback knell
cotton candy coloured
pulse waves
like a vein charged
arterial spur
drawn back
the ghost
veil
the wishing hall
the bitter mirror
throw on the crumpled
persona crouched
in the door chair
ring in a fresh packet
of ideals
on jangled
urges
the run dipped
in its
glaze
like silverfish moon
on flourscent fire
Pain and suffering
Lord Buddha had said
pain and suffering are inevitable
seek pain
suffering prolongs
to reduce suffering
one must reduce pain
and suffering would also be gone
so don't hang on
pay heed to the philosophy
of the learned one
he left home all of a sudden
in order to live
in the hearts of mankind
for all times to come
for ever
IMPASSE
There is no love
when moments pass
in loneliness.
There is no joy
in only seconds
spent together
There is darkness
when your heart sinks
with each “Good-bye.”
The pallid moon rises,
murmuring among the reeds,
skipping on the water,
like a million silver beads.
A solitary loon calls
haunting the starry bright sky,
saturating the air
with the sound of its ghostly cry.
Soft wings glide no hurry,
across the vast inland seas,
sailing on a whisper,
lifted by the sent of a breeze.
A thunderstorm echoes,
shimmering jagged edged light,
flooding the horizon
while wolves howl to the night.
Thoughts.
Infinite whispers, in the timelessness
The soul stilled in the silence
The sands pour no more.
Past and future have faded,
Only the serenity of The Void.
...
My heart pounds, undulating the dark
The firmament stills,
for a moment.
Breath held for an eternity
breaks the slumber
The Earth shivering at the ancient expiration
Wraiths wail at the swelling tempest
Whispers of the awakening thunder the air
Lines slide thin
What is needed
What is wanted
Honoured
the avowal
warrants latitude
larceny excused
the steamed sheets
hot breath showers
raging insults
forgiving twilight whisperers
sanctuary
demons sheltered
small rests
decisions unrequited
soft pillow forgetfulness
morning tills a new furrow
curled hair, pleasant familiar scent
war kissed fevers
forgiven
small lives
become heroic
Feeling out each other
limits and rituals
Give me this...
I'll give you that
until you are so full
Orbiting ellipsis
thoughts are tossed aside
Never to be spoken
voiced...
That way, there are no lies
Not close, but yet not far
distant and then near
Visions planted, nurtured
grown only...
for your ear
We are just who we are
but still...
You ready to believe?
Keep on talking buddy...
and I really will
Dark is the dungeon
where I dwell
my life has become a living hell
Night descends but for all I know
there could be daylight
or a candles glow
The fires of hell may be burning bright
but this I cannot see
the bread crumb trail I followed
ended inside of me
Witches on broomstick
are for fairy tale and light
other entities fill my night
leaving me pallid with fright
it takes a life time to know
to learn all about happiness
also
how to remain so
most of us run
from pillar to post
to find out what happiness means
no one searches one’s inners
to realize that’s where happiness lies,
in between mind and me
my desires and wants
my lust and sex...
all we need to do
is just to be happy
that’s what I mean to be,
do you really know
what happiness means
to ye….
I stare into the rays,
A face.
No more than a rumor in the mind
A face that peeks through the sun,
as it's strewn across the leaves
Long since it was forgotten.
Now a ghost, in a mind that is lost.
I can only reminisce
at having had the memory
My mind grasps at the whispered thought,
mere apparitions in my hand.
Where are they?
Where are they?!
Lost.
The song still plays...
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