The stream (all workshops)
March, we march because we must, oh we must.
We will never trust , you see?
Blind and numb, n'ere reaching thee.
time is the only element
which is neutral
but the circumstances
the environment
take their toll
some take blood
others spirit of young and old…
time severs as it does not know
from A to B or L maybe
time is a loner
a healer
for it has no brother,
nor sister
in anyone one of us
that alone is true
time is common for me and you
The difference ‘twixt the comment and critique
is thought by some as trivial at best.
Both natterings delivered with some cheek
comparing hard won art to all the rest.
Midmost though there’s abundance to be found.
The difference ‘twixt the comment and critique
presents a bifurcation nigh profound,
for one is depth, the other rather weak.
A comment is didactics dealt oblique.
A self indulgent practice that inflates
the difference ‘twixt the comment and critique.
Analysis, our skill and ken donates.
Flying high, scanning with eagle eyes
I survey the land, while soaring the skies
I’m searching for those beautiful birds of blue
But I wouldn't mind finding a freaky falcon, or two
For I’m fiending for an all out feathered fuck fest
Then from afar, what do I see; it’s the sacred nest
If this turns out how I imagined it to be
With pretty parrots pole dancing just for me
As chickadees shake their tail feathers with sexy ass flair
Then I’ll be in for an exotic & erotic avian affair
ABOUT CHARIOTS AND OTHER THINGS
I ride my chariot
blue vinyl and chrome
to the boundaries
that define lonely.
I roam the world
free and easy
in mind’s recollection
only
Time is stealing my days
dragging me quickly away.
Memories play on my soul
and I try to take hold
of yesterday...
.
the edge
strong cuts away the swath
the vestige wraiths like sails keep
I am a halo bound to earth
I feel the strain of your wings
beautiful and raised
Let go of your fears,
just as the way a river
carries away a log blocking
its smooth passage
Let go of your confusion,
just as the way the morning
fades away, giving you a clear vision
of what is around you
Let go of your hatred,
just as the way an earthquake
ceases to exist
Let go of your hurts,
just as the way the sky lets go
of the night, paving way for the day
Let go of your ego,
just as the way muddy water
becomes clear water when mud
settles at the bottom
your expectation
of me is no surprise
as you are poetic
worldly wise
and
I know when you fly by,
the heavens seem to heave a sigh!
how happy one can be
when on one's page
your impressions
one can see…
so I as usual appreciate
thee…
ancient culture can’t be forgotten
so very easily
hence do pardon me.
Lovedly!
I doth delight in letting my dark passenger drive and dredge this often dull dwelling we call dirt. Denying this divine dimension of which I currently reside would be despicable. This darkness disturbs the dullards drowning in their dunce disease and douche bag dreams of distorted reality. I've dabbled and drunk from the depths of despair and deny the dim chance I'll ever dig down there.... again. Delving into devilries and debauchery destroying this dilemma of death.
What deity is this?
That foregoes the host lost and bleeding
Whose eyes mark the divine tide
Which pulls the storm from its
caribbean cradle
The radiant sun
folds into a dancing sea
As the furied tide sways above the earth
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