writers conference

Act I Scene I
stolen stone
taken
for violent misuse
forgotten are the harmonies that dwelled
before
now only disgusting purposes remain
with lore
the balance and pace of a misguided tribe
shattered and uncovered with one
final blow
throw...

Act I Scene II
Terrified of what's behind
driven by the hunger that thrives his mind
the others won't help his need provoked
only by thoughts of greed
to shun to kick ignore
he's felt it all before
he remembers the birth
of their stereotypes
alone and cold he finds shelter.
his
...hope arrives in the form of nourish
hidden by the transparent mockery
no longer ashamed of the story behind
he picks up the stone. blows
throws.

Act I Scene III
Haughty gorged with the sense of pride
the public safety in his hinds eye
his deeds widely known
if only they could see, they'd groan
moan with the thought of one so unjust
placed in such position, a must
filled with thoughts of perfect lust
to see the boy pick up the stone
of course the creature must atone
the dirt who threw the rock must pay
the broken glass and bread aghast
to see the flaming passion
he throws blows!
he strikes and slices the poor boy senseless
he was only penniless.

Act I Scene IV
Justice was served and the boy lay bleeding
the man walks away and the stone is pleading
shouts of mercy fill it's head
"this urchin will soon be dead
forgive him please"
it sobs with dread
at the thought of
circumstance eloping with red


AND SCENE

it needs work. a lot
we were at writers conference and the last session was about poetry
and this isn't much of one, but it's what i wrote while we
were supposed to