Sometimes
When I sit on the edge of hill
Taking the fresh air
Mixed with sea salt
And smell of some foreign lands

I Think in myself
This is all what I need

Sometimes
When I lie on fresh cut grass
Leting my body to connect
To the beginning of my self
And feeling the tickles of other beings

I think in myself
That's all what I need.

Sometimes
When I give my hand to a stranger
Or just a lovley word for his tired soul
Seeing his thankful guard
and smile on his face

I Think in myself
That's all what I need.

I think in myself often
How beatiful this world could be
If everyone could just open
And go back to the place
Where they are free.

M.T. 2016

Poetry has a sensitive soul
A drive and impulse
Telling stories the way they are
Feelings of soberness
A heart felt word

Poetry has a sensitive heart
Beautifully immense
A heart of gold
Giving values to life
Adding years to life: Poetry is beautiful

Poetry has a sensitive soul
Like streams that meanders slowly
Like a river glorious: It Flows
Poetry has a sensitive heart,
A beautiful soul; A flying Angel.

Poetry is the signal
that
The soul sends into the world
Like the river, it flows into the sea,
yet the sea never gets filled.

Poetry is the fluid for the soul,
The liquid for the yearning of the Mind
That which quenches the fire
Feeding the deepest desires
Poetry is Gold in essence

Ovi Odiete©

I look for you
In passing faces
A stranger's glance
In haunted places

I feel you among
Nature's grandest setting
It is you that I remember
Even when I'm forgetting

I see you wherever I go
In everyone I meet
Your words echo in conversations
That pass me on the street

Your soft, easy way
That safe familiar tone
That always takes me back
To a time long gone

I see your pain
I see the solitude hidden in your eyes
The pain that no one noticed
Let me in
Let your thoughts dream
The dreams of possibilities that can come true
That's what makes life so intriguing

my feelings are a garden
my heart is a blossom
sunlight shines through my thin skin
on my delicate petals
my hands are a canary yellow
daffodils in a sea of green
leaves cover the roots of my life
so that you can only see the beautiful flower
gazing into a new future
on a hill overlooking
the river of the past
a little wooden fence surrounds the garden
protecting the bulbs and blooms
from the world
my soul is a gate
locking in the moisture of love
my feelings are a garden
that I'm growing for you.

Someday I will write poems about her. One day I will get flowers sent to you just because its a cloudy day.. I will call out of work on your days off so we can spend the day together.
The time we spend together is way more important than the money we spend together. I will write you into poetry even when you think it has nothing to do with you. I will describe the beauty of nature or art and the simplicity of its being but you will always be the reason it's beautiful.
I might not always say you're beautiful but it's because I already know you are. I will not tell you everyday, if you repeat something over and over it starts to lose its meaning. There will be days that I will not say I love you but rather express it with a kiss.
And on your worst days when you hate the world and have cramps and just want to eat a tub of ice cream, I will grab a spoon with you. There will be poetry made of us and not just about us. Once I write you down you will live forever through my words.
Our love will never die and our souls will always meet again. We will be a masterpiece of words that anyone can explore. We will be, poetry!

O lovely lady, poised for flight!
In the wondrous floral seas
Lightly lilting on the breeze
A flute of orange fulsome light!

Caesalpinia pulcherrima
Latin lover from tropic climes
With a dance, a sulry mime
I stand with longing as I see ya!

With antennai you touch the air
Zephyrs of sweet paradise
You could melt the frigid ice
With the fire of your stare!

O, how you send your leaves aloft!
Feathers like a Sensitive Plant
Small and delicate they slant
Your floral offering, clustered, soft

Though it be strange... you are a pea!
Yes, you own that family name
Wild though, you can't be tamed

Bird of Paradise!

YOU ARE FREE!!!


SoulSurvivor
7/22/2016