Rowan 43m
You know I go to places,
Ones in my mind
Where i feel free
If you could walk with me ,
I'll take you on a trip
But pardon me for some mess
For my mind have the audacity
To ask questions that have no answers
But it sometimes stops the guess
.
Take me away for a while
Show me wanders
I'll hear the songs....if you write
Let me ponder
Talk to me about your thoughts,
I'll tell you my own
I'll tell that I'm not much of a poet,
But I melt for the  Shakespearean sonnets.
.
I hope our colors bind,
Violet is splashed in my soul
maybe your blue would be fine
Like the sea
You see
I write about it in all my poems.
.
If I got to meet you
Future love
I'll write ,
Asking the stars for some space for my words
Asking the sunset for some shades
.
If you let your eyes talk,
May I find my lost pieces
In your unspoken words
May you prove wrong my doubts
Those insecurities towards love
May you show me that a pearl can still shine among the dust.
.
Show me that care is not all roses
Show me that love can outweigh all causes
Bring back my trust in originality
Show me that among that mess in reality,
There still exists a real mind
A pure soul
Let me believe in love
Without lies .
Blake 3h
My love go to your nearest sea,
Once there close your sweet eyes my love.

Then leave your porcelain bones and skin,
Let your elegant precious soul drift over the deep blue sea.

I’ll leave shore too my love,
And my lonely soul will float towards you.

We will meet in the great clouds of blue,
You will have one forbidden touch and I’ll have two sips of your gold.

We just can’t mix my love,
They will know when we get back home.

Just embrace me until the tides pull us away,
I promise we will meet on ground one day.
My Love x
Distance is worst than time. But both play devil games.
crystally sharp
in clarity
azure and opally
bright with so many
hundred hues and mirth
twinkling fiercer than
the fire in the earth

and to hold in hand
that so ephemerial
essence of life
as known through lens
childlike and purer
than the world
at its burgeoning

time is liquid
flowing through it
and feeling like
seven thousand voices
ringing with heaven's
lightning gaze incarnate
in the words we speak
when no one listens
Soulstuff is so elusive to me sometimes, save occasionally.
Blake 6h
If you desire to caress another precious human soul,
Then you have to be prepared to rip your own violently to shreds first.
Including your weary flesh and your brittle bones,
Explore them shreds of yourself...the history of who touched your skin...your bones fragile journeys,
And paint them as words and letters.
Put them into stanzas,
And create your body’s poem.

Let your thoughts and emotions shine from your portrait of self-carnage,
We Poets are vampires,
we share our scriptures of blood...our very being... searching endlessly for human connections.

We are inventing ways to survive without losing our poetic minds,
We think deeply with rhythm
And with knowledge comes unsayable madness.

Read my poems and know my sinister secrets, my darkest fears and how I lost my virginity.
I’ll read yours and know how many scars are on your inner wrist,
whether you love life, maybe your drug addictions, how to get you off and your favourite flavoured crisps.

So go...hurry and write because I don’t know about you,
But I’m hungry my fellow poets
To find a blood twin,
A family of stanzas
And someone to caress my soul with their happiness or sadness or wonder or excitement or themselves
By a beautiful set of written soul words
Let me see you.
In the dark of the night,
The secrets crawl
Out from their tombs.
Born into fright,
My heart calls
For the soul’s survival.
I want to tell you
It’s too dark at night.
It's too dark at night...
Ecstatic
You  l e a v e  me
With your manner of veiling
N o w,  emerge  in  my  h e a r t
And  let  me  treasure  you
O’ manifestation
Of  love

✒ ℐamil Hussain
Solitude makes you stay at home
Solitude makes you draw the curtains closed
Where is my love you ask
Grown wings like a dove and flown away
I need you, you cry
But there is no answer and the silence has become tangible
Living in memory are you...from a love from long ago
Wake up, wake up, you hear a voice cry out
Wake up...morning is here
The sun is bursting in the sky
And scorches down on your very soul
Wake up...your love was only but a dream and barb wire surrounds you
Hello loneliness...hello solitude
Written by Sean Achilleos 2006©
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Cast me down,
O cursed heart.
Can’t you see I’m late to start?
Please depart,
For even a soul with holes is whole.

Cast me down,
O wayward soul.
Falling is high and rising is low.
Don’t show,
For even a mind of lies is kind.

Cast me down,
O subtle mind.
Disprove my wings so I’ll never fly.
How divine,
For even a man who stands expands.

Cast me down,
O wicked man.
O wicked dirty cruel man.
This is the end of our earth,
But our fight finds new hearth.
So cast me down,
And take the crown,
I’ll get you next time.
Heart, soul, and mind
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