#soulfood
Laying still on my side of the bed
Won’t open my eyes, won’t turn my head
Our pages lie defeated on the floor
Kisses on the wall but ink on the door
Love I refuse to share with new
And so remain reserved for you.
It gives me peace, we tasted forever
Cuddled to dreams, before we severed
My heart smiles only to your touch
Your empty gloves I tightly clutch
As we twirl the days into blank unknown
I sing our song, ‘cause it’s ours to own
I sing and I cry
Teardrops burning dry
‘Till I finally dare look
At the ashes of our book
We pick up our pens in slow-motion glory
And continue to write, each our own story
Our hearts beating on to the rhythm of our metronome
Now, I must leave, but I won’t forget home.
May 13, 2024
May 13, 2024 at 7:39 PM UTC
Oh the omnipresent soul
like a terracotta sponge
absorbing our resolve
now and forever after.
Mar 2, 2023
Mar 2, 2023 at 9:53 AM UTC
I take
full responsibility
for how others treat me
This
I can control
That
I can not
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 12:16 PM UTC
Look
at your thinking
before
you enter its meaning
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 1:55 PM UTC
The Great Storyteller
pens ink to the wind
Pressing pen to its paper skin
shredding its word on the taste of rain
its drip of spirit in deep refrain
A sweet scented memory
echoes and burs
A woe of regret weeping
high in the nest of its underworld
The humid mist of nostalgia
rests its net oer the black veil
Sinking its face to its deep blue belly
Its pale faint ***** in her sleeping beauty
claims its kiss to widen its wake
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 1:53 PM UTC
Because others
don’t see what you see
doesn’t make them blind
but it does
stop you looking
through their eyes
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 1:51 PM UTC
A deep laughter
came to see me this morning
it was so excited
for the use of my soul
it slipped its fingers
across my chest
leaving by way of the heart
filling my rest
head to toe
its echo on my bones
its history
unknown
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 1:49 PM UTC
Dont run
from a chase
you only run after it
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 1:46 PM UTC
Tranquil orchestra
The sweetest taste my soul drinks
My flame flickers pure
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
Sharpen your blade
Turn my face East
A lamb in your hands
Bless me, curse me
Give me your poetry
Your gait speaks
The way rain dances
For wet and trembling
virile soil, speaks in
whispers to my
fertile soul
A hunger and a
Milk and honey storm
Your affection is like perfume
And my soul wears it
Like a ****** wears virtue
Intoxicated by
The mere scent of knowing you
My spirit moves to it, madly, taken
Writes love songs
On holy walls
your affection is like perfume
It lingers and fades
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 10:26 PM UTC
How might he sing of this Queen that he found
Of their trip through the stars
Of the sights and the sounds
The soft subtle glow from her sun-kissed skin
Her Magic and rhythm that oozed from within
Of Holding her close, getting lost in her eyes
The lattice of limbs, the world passing by
Much more to this union than physics and heat
Their mind-space meeting place first of all treats
Hard to face truths they would tackle as one
Before all that JuJu had even begun
There in those convos through hours unfolding
A Lucid flowetry & neither witholding
She opened her heart up revealing her past
Her Darkness and Strengths
A history so vast
The degree of compassion and comprehension
Served as a softener, negating all tension
And he, he felt worthy, enough for a tear
To receive all she was
Dark and Light
Love and Fear
Pickled perspectives through dilated seers
Dissolving of egos & bringing forth tears
Humbly he knelt, for in him she would trust
Honouring intention
And Self
Before lust
Digesting their truths on candle light beams
Backing track soundscapes of finish him themes
Magnetic her radiance, a colourwheel aura
Bodies' bouquet, scents sweeter than flora
Skin to skin textures their grip free to roam
Tastes of pure Stardust
Her flavour was... Home
A moment removed from time's ceaseless pace
Light breaking birdsong, Love dripped from her face
The world switched on and began it's routine
While Awestruck he witnessed this manifest dream
Cat cursed yet tireless he played to her choir
Their Synchronous vibrations raised forever higher
There's never before been, nor again will there be
A woman of resonance as Perfect as she
Subjectively perfect, Ubiquitous truth
Yet how we see perfect requires no proof
All of his senses Peaked & Saturated
All his Desires
In this Queen concentrated
Once in a lifetime the lucky may find
A someone of substance who stimulates the mind
Once in a lifetime the lucky may be
With One who cultivates a compatible energy
Once in a lifetime the lucky may hold
The attention and Love of their true Twin Soul
But the idea that One girl could be all this and more
A concept so enticing he just can't ignore
The poetry of Presence
The Nourishment of Osmosis
The Freedom of the Eternal Now
She's Imperfectly Perfect
She's Perfectly Imperfect
His Queen Supreme
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 1:32 AM UTC
Oh well
That didn’t quite
Go as I expected.
The soul doesn’t grow from what ifs.
It dies.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 8:28 PM UTC