The stream (all workshops)
What is this stagnation I see?
Where did these vultures come from?
We open up our mouths
And beg our own dogs to spit in them
Gather up dust and throw it
In the corners of our eyes
And tomorrow we turn around and point our lean fingers
Towards history that has forgotten itself!!
Eager to tell tales of accusation…blaming
The very wedding party we sent invites to!
We pull out our lips and get them pointed sharp
To pierce through songs, words, acts
That create a larger vacuum
In piss and shit and filth we grovel deep
Our masters grin so smugly at our plight
So helpless we abase ourselves in sleep
Yet knowing that there is a way to fight
On Wall Street and each other sign of wealth
Our presence can’t be lied away as mad
There is no longer any need for stealth
The fight is a political jihad
Our toys deflect us from our thoughts of truth
ipad, smartphone, facebook, ‘puters lies
in the end they mean we’re fools, our faces blank
and political action is just a bother
As I walk the streets of the East Village
a bag full of paper, pen and a pocket knife
the tight fright upon the face
obvious I'm in the right place at the wrong time
band of banshees
sadistic meth heads
one possibly could be the next vic
tomorrow's daily news
tonight unhinged
faux fear; I'm really scared
an alley cat timidly stalking the dark side
near the watchmen of life
wait to harvest unsettled bones
rattling along Village streets
marking their tombstones
Able to understand.
Listen. A Whisper.
Secrets known but unearthed.
Help me to be what I am not,
Myself.
Truth revealed, only seconds to heal
Stop. I can't be
unbroken.
It's what you understand
that keeps you
Able.
Listen. A whisper
Secrets known but unearthed
Help me to be what I am,
not myself. Truth revealed, only seconds
Stop. unbroken,
I can't be.
morning pearls
By: now not off the track poet
the ecstasy expressed by rose buds
desires unfurling in the morning dew,
the lovers eyes
await for her silkiness true
and
caresses the sweetest lips
how I wish we all do
to express a pint of happiness
a burning desire
at the warmest mornings welcome.
I wasn't any poetic material,
but now dare to induce pearls of wisdom,
hope in a friendly way
you will continue to take
as you always did.
Bad Seed
It's such a shame
Can't find it in herself,
Puts all that blame
on the likes of someone else.
She'd never think
To look inside
Not even blink
The girl knows how to hide...
She thinks she's so sensitive
All those times she cried
Alone in her room,
Whispered goodbyes
As her tears roll down
From "little lost martyr girl" eyes
Alternating ass-kicker attitude
Demanding tribute
with usual platitude
Don't expect any thanks,
SHATTERED HEART
A sudden gust
of Winter wind
icy cold
took my breath away.
and my heart began to shatter
with each lie
your caress told.
I felt the sting of your
loveless kiss.
its poison seized
my soul.
and I was forever lost
to this world.
In trying not to think, he thought
There was blackness all around
He knew his soul was bought
Now it takes him to the ground
Killer sees a mindless frenzy
By innocence portrayed
The truth of what he's done
At his feet is laid
Sir Gee; his brother warned him
Please give up your fruitless goal
Here is the truth; for eternal youth
You give your immortal soul"
Blackest thoughts do seize him
Guilt trips him up again
Makes him yet again the monster
Emotion loosed from chain
Everything as if yesterday
Memories that will not go away
They rise up wanted, unwanted
Some are kind and welcome
Others full of sorrow
And touch the heart with pain
memories live within the soul
Some arrive on gossamer wings gently
Others as dragons fly, circling, circling
They weave in and out of the mind at will
Then return to their past for a while
Waiting to create our future
One star tonight, went dim
And caused my heart to faint
What wrong, I ask, what sin
Could take away that quaint
Loveliness that star possessed
And leave me with such bitterness?
One smile tonight, went stale
And caused me many a tear
What thoughts, I ask, could fail
One to sense the death that’s near
To take away the beauty in that smile
And leave me tasting bile?
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