The stream (all workshops)
HALLELUJAH
Religious wars, where absolutes are proven neither wrong nor right,
Have body counts that must show war's absurd.
Religion has, for centuries, been generating heat, not light
With slashing swords excused by Holy words.
Though generations fight to make their true God number one again;
Though thousands die for crescent or for cross.
Fanatics on both sides still wade across vast seas of blood and pain,
The meaning of the scriptures now long lost.
Enlisting the charms
of the fire,
in wistful music
I spoke from the lyre
Entrancing the beckoning
to his knees,
this bubbling lust
is slightly freed
A trail of whisper
licks my ear,
drawing me close
to hold me near
Touching a rose
tips the peaks,
a burgeoning lust
is lightly tweaked
Unbuttoning need
in frenzied grasps,
ripping to free
a stubborn clasp
Fumbling fingers
brush and bump,
grinding of hips
begins the thump
In early times the Ubeline
had fallen from their grace divine
when Ubelon, their kin and lord
against the Master's solemn word
transgressed and tarried long in sin. 5
The errant angel hid within
the confines of his solitude
as outlaw from the multitude
that gathered round the throne of Him
who made them all. Where light was dim 10
and shadow crept beyond the wall
of the expansive, ornate halls
the Master made. Where night was kept,
was where the errant angel slept.
Mucks are must…
Laws excepted are very forces.
More in natures all are very fixations.
Laws with complexes all are lords.
Lords that lord are fit at fixes.
Cyprian nobles CURILO named.
Some enjoy our colds and stiff for comforts just are wet.
Crimes that wetted are not that called.
Nature calls are easy things.
Bloods that fetch or cashes that seize are politic trickery.
Complete apathy all may suffer as die.
All to stir the leaders’ wrongs are mucks that must.
MUCKAMUCK is social must.
With my jaded western eye I see
a woman and her family
next to a home bombed-out and done
after the rockets are all gone,
but I realize that as I look
I only see what rockets took,
and not the air-raids or the bombs
that smashed so many Gaza homes,
and the burqa I am looking at
is not symbolic of the fact
that she is oppressed by those
who started warfare with their blows;
it is instead a statement of
her faith that almighty God above
protects her and her family
from those who call her enemy,
The “Big Kahuna’s” tent was shaking
breathing in and out
There were little sobs and screams
As he pushed away his doubts
A young “Wahini” fleeing
from the canvas flapping shade
Tears streaked upon her face
She feels so fucked... betrayed
He cannot let her go
she will tell the world
What he did to her
the “little surfer-girl”
She races for the water’s edge
but he’s too quick for that
He grabs her slender neck
and throws her body flat
Always on the go
Pursuing happiness
chasing bliss
following a rainbow
trailing an afterglow
reliving old memories
tracing past glees
stalking mystery
Escaping sadness
shunning madness
hiding from tears
evading fears
fighting the years
avoiding the shadow
sneaking to and fro
always on the go
Soon after the earthquake
We were left with a broken home
When my dad made the mistake
Of leaving us alone
From support failing by being torn apart
the ground trembled along with my heart
And from that day it has not been the same
And there's only one man to blame
My "Father", that person who promised the universe
And in return gave us this curse
Of always being under a cloud
He must be really proud
My head aches from endless cogitations,
eyes full of unshed tears bluring vison,
A little heart burdened with the load of unreflected love,
love athsma makes breaking a difficulty,
unreplied loves the:
most painful punishment, worst form of tortue,
The skys filled with my sighs,
heaven suffers an onslaught of supplication; 'God please answer this prayer, let her love me as i love her.'
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