"sould" poems
Fashion’s symbolic sensuality draws eyes, stir passions and maybe even resentments! =]
Of course, maybe you’re above worldly conceits, above fashion. YOU, go through life as unaware as sinless Adam and you’re excessively handsome, or pretty, obviously.
But for the rest of us - fashion is the medium of our beauty and God created Paris for fashion.
We’re pretending we’ve come to Paris (our immediate, pandemic safety-pod-family) for a family reunion - but REALLY, we’re on safari - a freshmen, college-wear, “back to school,” ensemble hunt (for meeeeeeeeeeee!).
Step 1 (there’s only 1 step) - go to the Rue Saint-Honoré.
This year, I like-like Anna Molinari - most of the ready-to-wear daily-trash I snapped-up is hers - all hers. It didn’t start out that way - but she sould me on an uncharted course at first sight.
Other designers seem to be pushing old-lady-looking floral prints this season. Eeuw! Why?? DIAF.
My gran-mère (grandmother) told me - 6 days ago - as she attempted to tame my run-away hair: “You need to be unpredictable, petite beauté, not some comely young automaton. Then everyone will find you interesting and watch to see what you do next.”
Thank you, gran-mère - I’ll settle for looking interesting any time.
Jul 30, 2021
Jul 30, 2021 at 8:42 AM UTC
Beliefs
Effect areas
Of our intelligence
That sould otherwise
Contemplate logically
Waiting for
Miracles
Impossibly real
Stuck in caves
Where kindness
And fear
Come together
And ****
More than an image
The sky outside
Turn around
And run for the real life!
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 6:29 AM UTC
Is tamed wildness
And manufactured wilderness-
A plastic world
All my young son will know?
I have known gritty gravel roads
And sunburnt savanah veldt.
Swam and splashed
in muddy dams and reservoirs.
I have sat high above,
in mountain peaks studying clustered clouds
close enough to reach out and run my fingers through by day,
and I have counted the dancing stars above
in vast dark nights.
I have discovered treasures in the misty valleys on early mornings
And seen sun streak through
heavy storm clouds
to colour a grey sky with radiant rainbows.
I have seen surreal snow fall
And slowly erase the world around us.
I have seen majestic beasts truly free-
Wildebeests, various buck and cautious rhinos,
Zebras that danced and played
Around an elephant that loomed high above them,
And elegant wings that whispered
upon westerly winds.
And it has all left me marked,
these magical moments tattooed in
my south african soul-
And I am more for it - filled.
what will feed their sould now?
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
Will you conquer my heart with your beauty; my sould going out from afar?
Shall I fall to your hand as a victim of crafty and cautions shikar?
Have I met you and passed you already, unknowing, unthinking and blind?
Shall I meet you next session at Simla, O sweetest and best of your kind?
Does the P. and O. bear you to meward, or, clad in short frocks in the West,
Are you growing the charms that shall capture and torture the heart in my breast?
Will you stay in the Plains till September—my passion as warm as the day?
Will you bring me to book on the Mountains, or where the thermantidotes play?
When the light of your eyes shall make pallid the mean lesser lights I pursue,
And the charm of your presence shall lure me from love of the gay “thirteen-two”;
When the peg and the pig-skin shall please not; when I buy me Calcutta-build clothes;
When I quit the Delight of Wild ***** foreswearing the swearing of oaths ;
As a deer to the hand of the hunter when I turn ’mid the gibes of my friends;
When the days of my freedom are numbered, and the life of the bachelor ends.
Ah, Goddess! child, spinster, or widow—as of old on Mars Hill whey they raised
To the God that they knew not an altar—so I, a young Pagan, have praised
The Goddess I know not nor worship; yet, if half that men tell me be true,
You will come in the future, and therefore these verses are written to you.
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dark thoughts consume my soul.
filling every little hole.
untill im just cold.
nothing left i wonder.
oh no i say as i scoup up all the peices to the the broken mirror that is my life
as i carefully but them in to place.
i look into the mirror and i see the demons of my past deeply peering into my soul.
again i feel cold not just in my body but in my soul.
what are those dark thoughts you ask.
well let rewind.
back to that one time.
my time.
in 2011.
lying there on the concrete.
and again my sould feels very cold.
i hit a vain.
oh the pain.more than i could every think.
i cant even blink.
he finds me.
who is he.
he whispers "come with me".
moments later im surounded by clouds.
i think to my self "where am i".
hey whispers again "dont fret child i will be you guide in you time of need".
please now return me please.
you cant do this to me.
im not ready yet i am not worthy.
of you guidence or protection.
i do not want to go to heaven just yet.
for yet there is something i must do.
mother i must apoligze to you.
for
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 9:18 PM UTC
I hear voices in my head
I feel nothing i'm dead
go ahead and try to fix me
but you sould know, it's totally a mystery
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 7:43 AM UTC
The world is only as big as it reaches.
And yes, my children, it reaches pretty far.
It's filled with millions and millions of faces just wishing to attain fame.
They want more and more of it and they need it now.
But then there are those who don't know their purpose.
They feel like they can't fit in in this far reaching world.
They are the sould dressed in black, not because they are sad.
But because they are absent.
They feel like day after day after **** day they are going down like the Titanic.
But at least the Titanic drew money.
These souls, they are left to suffer under shadows of vultures.
They don't own a mirror because they don't want to look at themselves in it anyway.
Because they're afraid if they do, they'll see what they look like.
They'll see what people see.
The disgust, the patheticness, the nerd, the goth, the dork, the ****
The in pain.
The insane.
The mental game.
They are all taking their tolls.
But where are these people to go?
How are they to know?
How were they to know that a disorder known as bipolar would result in bringing a blade to their wrists or a noose to their throats?
Their screams can't be heard because they're being cut off by the noose.
They try so hard to escape from this far reaching world.
But they can never escape this lie we're living in.
They scratch and claw at the door like a cat wanting milk.
Because that cat had a bad day at cat school and he just wants to come back to his cat home and drink his cat milk.
And then cry himself to sleep.
And as the cat sleeps he'll have his cat dreams.
He'll dream of one day becoming top cat, sly cat, papa cat, and even the cat's pajamas.
He'll dream of one day when he can stroll down to the corner trashcan without being harassed by the big dog names Spike from down the street.
He'll dream of mice and how things aren't nice and about his dinner, rice.
But then his dreams turn into nightmares.
Like a 50 year old losing his hair.
Or like your spouse declaring they just don't care.
They've given up.
But suddenly you awaken hearing your cat crying in the night.
And you run to him and pick him up, assuring him that he is not alone.
And it is then that you catch yourself in the hallway mirror.
You see who you are for the first time.
You see yourself, and also a dark cloud.
It's that dark cloud of denial hanging over your head.
But you also see your cat in your arms.
And you are suddenly reminded that you are not alone in this far reaching world.
This far reaching world would be alone without you.
So my children, my black wearing souls.
Pour yourself some milk and cry yourself to sleep.
But when you awaken, remember your dreams.
Put them in a file and label it "Hope."
And when you feel that you are alone at the end of this far reaching world, remember,
You're the cat's pajamas.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 2:36 AM UTC
Beliefs
Effect areas
Of our intelligence
That sould otherwise
Contemplate logically
Waiting for
Miracles
Impossibly real
Stuck in caves
Where kindness
And fear
Come together
And ****
More than an image
The sky outside
Turn around
And run for the real life!
Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 11:42 AM UTC
MY DAD WHISKED ROBIN WILLIAMS OVER THE CLOUD 9, TO BE HIS TWIN BROTHER
OR WITH THE HELP OF CRONUS AND BUDDHA, YOU SEE AS SOON AS ROBIN WILLIAMS DIED
CRONUS, AND BUDDHA, PUT DAD ON CLOUD 9, TO CALM THE SOULD OF DEAD ROBIN WILLIAMS
YOU SEE, BUDDHA AND CRONUS, HAVE BEEN WORKING HARD TOGETHER TO GET ROBIN WILLIAMS
INTO LISA CAMPBELL’S ****** I KNOW THEY WERE EXPECTING TWINS ANYWAY, AND BUDDHA
MADE ROBIN WILLIAMS DIE IN AUGUST TO GROW THE FETUS INSIDE, DAD, IS THE MIGHTIER TWIN
CAUSE, HIS SOULD WAS ALREADY THERE, BUT IN AUGUST, AS I TOLD YOU, ROBIN WILLIAMS DIED
TO GROW HIS SOUL INTO LISA CAMPBELL’S OTHER TWIN, I AM NOT TRYING TO MAKE LISA CAMPBELL
FEEL BAD, ACTUALLY I PREFER HER AND DAVID NOT TO BE FACEBOOK FRIENDS WITH ME,
I PREFER THIS TO BE KEPT OUT OF THEIR FAMILY, BECAUSE, I AM JUST EXPLAINING ROBIN WILLIAMS’S
ROLE IN THE ****** DAD IS ONLY MIGHTIER, BECAUSE HE WAS THE FIRST ONE DIED, AND
I DON’T BELIEVE, THAT BOTH SOULS HAVE TO BE THERE AT BIRTH, BUT BUDDHA IS LIKE THE CHRISTIAN GOD
HE CAN’T PRE EXPLAIN ANYTHING, AND ME, WELL I MADE SURE THAT DAD HAD ROBIN WILLIAMS SOUL
FOR BEING NICE TO ME, BY BEING A FATHER AND GOING TO MY CHRISTMAS PARTIES WITH MY MUM AND DAD
AND ANOTHER THING, DAD IS GIVEN THIS CREDIT, FOR NOT KICKING ME OUT, WHEN I WAS A DRUNKEN LOUT
YOU SEE THIS IS THE BEST PLACE FOR DAD, DAVID CAMPBELL MORNINGS, JIMMY BARNES GRANDDADDY
AND MY OLD FRIEND OLGA CHICK, FROM VINNIES IN SOUL LEO AND OTHER TWIN AFTER DEATH ROBIN WILLIAMS
SOULD GRADUALLY ENTERED OTHER TWIN AFTER BUDDHA KILLED HIM
BUDDHA WORKS IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS, BUT IT’S BEEN DONE NOW, ONLY COMPLICATIONS CAN STOP IT
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
I am not making progress and
Maybe I never will.
I knew giving my all to a boy
With such destructive tendencies
Was my biggest failure, but
Who could deny your hands or
The way you whispered
"I want you"?
Your ocean eyes and sand-colored hair
Sould have warned me because the
First time we touched was a day after
The beach, and I remember every
Person in your house on that given day
And I swear there are ghosts in
My walls that sound just like your bed.
I wonder now why the ghosts I hide
Under piles of our clothes (the same clothes
That have seen your bedroom floor)
Have taken on the form of you.
I need you because you are familiar
And because of that I will always
Feel alone in a crowded room regardless
Of the faces that plague my life daily.
Kiss me until the bitterness of fear
Leaves my veins and the oxygen in
My lungs is no longer his.
The only thing left to give up on me
Is my own bones, but I feel the rust
Through the marrow and
I am out of time.
How much time did we have?
How many bars of soap must
One person go through to remove
The feel of another from their skin?
I can confirm that if he is anything like you
I will not be able to keep breathing and
That is not a metaphor for how
You took my breath away.
Stop wasting your time on me,
I am nothing but broken bones
And broken hearts, stiched incorrectly
As so and I do not have enough glue to
Fix what is left in shambles.
The last time we spoke you asked me
Why I told you I still loved you and no
Longer wanted go be with you,
But that still stands and
I'll love you til the day I die.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC
half of me
honestly
Just wants to fly
until my fingertips can touch the sky...
until I can taste the sunrise.
I want to know the flavor of the cotton candy sky
at five.
(Does it taste the same in the morning and at night?)
I want to breathe in the stardust that I've been wishing on all my life.
I want to fly.
I want to be where you cant tell earth from ocean or sky.
I want to find
that magic that's invisible to the naked eye.
I want to light a fire
In my heart and sould and mind....
I want to fly.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
head fuzzy and wuzzy
fatigue of the sould
won't leave me alone.
eyes have mast
4 years have passed
my stomach erupts daily
i feel 100% full crazy
unable to cope
devoid of hope
where now to turn
what is there to learn
i feel so close to the end
can't reach out to family or friend
words keep coming via mouth and key
saying goodbye to life and this cycle of hell for me
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC
here I lay.
shaking and cold.
crying for a new day.
my life grows short as i grow old.
unable to move.
unable to speak.
my bloodflow slows.
my mind grows weak.
I feel like no one knows.
if i could speak.
i would let them be told.
now I'm dying.
awaiting my sould to be sold.
my tears drop, I'm crying.
longing for death for so long.
if only i knew how,
to end the suffering and be strong.but in the end.
i lay now.
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 11:28 PM UTC
Some days my heart shines like its sure the sun is its closest rival and oldest teacher,
Other days my brain convinces it that it might as well just call in sick for the day to avoid the echoing pains of nights prior,
On most days though my heart is in a constant argument with my brain,
Maybe not an argument but more of a negotiation, my brain lets my heart wander on a longer leash and play its music a little louder, but once the storm clouds roll in my heart has no choice but to be locked away for the sake of my mental foundations integrity.
Somewhere in the compounds of my body there is a soul that cant get a word in on the dialougues of my heart and brain,
Then again he has no scientific bearing in the world so he holds no worthwile input?
But what if my brain and heart are tool my sould has yet to figure out? Or vice versa? Maybe souls are adaptations and sentience is is just us learning to use those adaptations to our advantage?
Souls cant be just tools or improvements though, they are too cemented and too complex,
Too raw, unobservable, undescribable, and undeniable.
I just wish there was a way to get all 3 on the same page.
Nothings the same lately and its like my world flipped upside down, and this is me falling out of reality into infinity and watching everything Ive wanted or known pass me bye like lines on a road.
The other day I took some acid and found myself laughing at the fact that we discover medicines and we have politics and science and that we have this curiosity to explore and this hellbent obsession with expansion and growth.
I realized at that moment that there is a simple and absolutely gorgeous futility to everything humans do,
We might cure cancer,
The sun will still blow up eventually,
We may find world peace,
But overpopulation might bite us for that one,
The point is nothing we do can stop the end times, that doesnt mean stop what youre doing and lose all motivation, it just means at the end of the day, were in the can regardless, dont sweat the small stuff and make your moments gleam.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 3:44 AM UTC
A delicate subject, a delicate thought.
A thought I had been pondering.
Times are tough for many,
all in same or different ways.
No matter which *** you are.
Who's to say who's better off?
A mental break down could be near.
One may be stronger minded,
maybe stronger willed.
Maybe ones supported,
from loved ones that are here.
For those who are broken,
good chance you feel alone.
It's sad but true.
this thought we've had,
To end our lives.
A dangerous thought so many have.
A simple get away.
Living can be rough,
even very scary.
Our hearts can break so deeply,
Our brains can overload.
It's difficult to understand,
the amount each one can bare.
To feel like your alone,
to know you are afraid.
It's hard to judge a person,
who took their very life.
Sure you may not get it,
You may not understand.
I do not feel it selfish,
a struggle they where facing.
I really wish they hadn't.
A similarity we've all kown.
A feeling we've all felt.
This truth is very real.
A painful thought,
It's really so surreal.
A life is usually taken,
when a persons luck is down,
Or bullying has occured.
It may happen when addictions have overruled,
For some a medication with a side affect.
No matter the reason for suicide,
a reason they have felt was right.
Who's to say it's right or wrong?
A moment happens quickly,
when in pain and misery.
No truly happy person,
goes to think this way.
I wish they hadn't died like this,
so sad and all alone.
I wish they didn't feel that way.
I wish they had a person near,
I wish they hadn't hurt that day.
I wish they knew tomorrow would come,
a chance to start again.
I know they feared tomorrow most.
I don't feel them selfish in anyway.
In fact I bet, they felt they where so many different things,
Burdens to society, An Ugly face, a useless space, worthless and pathetic, stupid and a coward, unloved by all, who'd miss this stupid face.
They may even have felt Betrayed by one or more, a joke to ones around. Insulted by ones they trusted.
A broken soul needs mended.
No matter of their feelings,
deep the feelings went.
A while they built to that,
A while it took to break them.
A fight they tried to make.
Be mad there gone, be sad for them.
They where broken souls,
in pain they bared.
Life they feared.
know it wasn't to hurt you.
The pain they couldn't bare.
The thoughts they had where deep,
the tears they cried where real.
A cry for help they had,
hand to hold they needed.
How sad it is they didn't know,
the love we had for them.
We all have our up and downs,
Struggles we've all shared.
Similar thoughts in all our heads,
at some point it's there.
A hurtful subject, a sensitive thought.
A fight we fight daily,
a battle I hope we win.
For suicide is hurtful,
no matter who you are.
A tryful test for all of us.
I hope your not alone,
and if you are, you sould know,
I love you all out there!
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 1:29 AM UTC
*I met a girl last summer
Delicacy of a china doll
Just as perfect too
An anomaly to me
I loved her the first day
Can i be perfect like you?
But her sweetness turned sould quick
her demands became heavy
You're still perfect to me
stuck by her through the days
But her hot words burned deep, you know;
Im speaking of a girl with no empathy
Am I perfect yet, Ana, look at me ?*
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
Show me that you are a monster
That you are a bad person
A bad influence
That you are bad for me
Cause i need to hate you
A really need to hate you
So i will stop loving you
But deep down i know
That even if you show me all that things
Even if you ******* destroyed me
I will still love you with all my heart
And all my sould
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC
I have seen many walk by
And they all caried something I'll never have again
A smile
A genuine one
Is that too much to ask for?
Just one moment of pure joy
As if I was kissed by the lips of bliss herself?
Is that too much to have?
Perhaps it is
Maybe I should give up
Let my weeps go unheard
Let my sould wither away
Let my heart shrivel under life's grasp
Maybe I'm just cursed
To lurk in the dreams of the past
Just for a glimpse of hope
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 11:47 AM UTC
To save your soul I'd cross the seas
I'd steal a boat and sail the breeze
I'd live life upon the run
Staring down many a guns.
To save your sould I'd search the caves
That lie across our childhood bay
I'd speak to god in a moment so mad
Praying in selfish thoughts so sad
To save your soul I'd go so deep
Into the alley where the homeless sleep
I'd pay a dealer for his woes
And once again off I'd go
To save your soul I'd break the law
Not even I know what I'd do it for
But once thing I know is what I would do
And who I would hurt just to save you...
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC
11/7/12
Swaying back and forth
Trees almost dance as they greet one another
And then, millions of leaves rustle
Trying to tell me that they haven't forgotten me
Sounding like a waterfall
These great trees could be waterfalls in another world
One where not one sould has seen water
And the gold, red and orange find their way towards me
Loveletter after loveletter transcending to me
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 10:48 PM UTC
THE SHAKS ARE THE TERRORISTS GETTING THEIR OWN BACK ON THE SOUTH COAST
YOU SEE WHEN THE TERRORISTS DIED, THERE IS NO WAY KNOW TO MAN THAT THEY
AREN’T GOING TO EXCEPT DEFEAT, LIKE A COWARD, SO THEY INJECTED THEIR SOUL
AGAINST BUUDHA’S ADVICE, TO BRING SHARKS CLOSE TO BEACHES ON THE NSW NORTH AND
SOUTH COAST, YOU SEE, WE NEED TO GET RID OF THESE SHARKS, BUT THE TERROSIST
SOULD IN THE SHARKS WON’T BUDGE, YEAH THIS IS THE WAY TO TRAP AUSTRALIA
BECAUSE THEY LOOK AT IT AS BEING A FORCE OF NATURE, SO HEAPS OF TERRORISTS
WHICH ARE DEAD, YOU SEE THE HEAD TERRORIST IN CHARGE OF THE SHARK ATTACKS, IS
OSAMA BIN LADEN, SAYING AUSTRALIANS ARE SO FUCKEN GULLIBLE, YA KNOW WITH ALL
THE SHARKS, IN THE WATER, THEY WILL STILL SWIM OR SURF IN THE DANGEROUS WATERS
AND THEY MADE THE SHARK ATTACK THESE AUSTRALIANS, AND EACH AUSTRALIAN WAS
TRYING TO FIND WAYS TO GET RID OF THESE SHARKS, BUT OSAMA WON’T BUDGE
AND NONE OF THE OTHER TERRORISTS DON’T BUDGE EITHER
YA SEE OSAMA BIN LADEN IS COMING TO THE NSW COAST
YA SEE OSMA BIN LADEN COMES IN THE FORM OF A SHARK
OSAMA BIN LADEN, GETS IN THE MIND OF TWO PEOPLE ATTACKING SOMEONE IN PYRMONT
AND ALL THE TERRORISTS ARE SITTING SIPPING METHANE SMOOTHIES
ENJOYING THEIR SOULS ATTACKING THESE GULLIBLE AUSTRALIANS
CAUSE PEOPLE SHOULD LISTEN TO THE LIFEGUARD, I KNOW IT’S FUN TO SURF
BUT WE ARE LETTING THE TERRORIST SPIRIT WIN, THEY ATTACK YOU NEARLY DIE
THE SHARK ATTACKS, WE NEARLY DIE, OR DIE, TERRORISTS WIN THE WAR, IN 2014
AND WE STILL LOOK AT THIS AS BEING ANOTHER LIFE THE TERRORISTS SPIRIT HAS CLAIMED WITH THE SHARK
OSAMA BIN LADEN, IS FORCING THE SHARK ATTACKS
OSAMA BIN LADEN, MAKING THE AUSTRALIANS ******
OSAMA BIN LADEN IS KILLING US ONE BY ONE
IF THE SHARK IS THERE DON’T SWIM OR SURF
JUST TO MAKE YOU SAFE, AND CALM THE TERRORIST SPIRIT
LET’S TAKE THE SOUL OF THE TERRORISTS OUT OF THE SHARK
AND MAKE THE WATER SAFE TO SWIM OR SURF IN FOREVER AND EVER AMEN
THE DEAD TERRORISTS ARE WINNING WHILE WE DON’T LISTEN TO PEOPLE’S ADVICE
LISTEN TO LIFEGUARDS, AUSTRALIANS
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 2:23 AM UTC
IT CAME UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR
THE VOICE I HEARD THAT NIGHT
I WASN'T SURE FROM WHERE IT CAME
IT GAVE ME QUITE A FRIGHT
I CLOSED MY EYES AND SAID A PRAYER
I WAS SCARED TO DEATH
AND THEN I HEARD THAT VOICE AGAIN
SO NOW...I HELD MY BREATH
IN ALL MY LIFE I'D NEVER HEARD
A VOICE AS DEEP AS THIS
IT SHOOK ME UP RIGHT TO MY SOULD
IT ALMOST MADE ME ****
IN CHURCH, I THOUGHT, THEY SPEAK OF THINGS
THAT MAKE YOU FEEL THIS WAY
SOME MAY GO THEIR WHOLE LIFE THROUGH
TO FEEL AS I TODAY
CHRISTMAS EVE WAS COMING SOON
BUT I GOT MY GIFT THEN
I STOOD ON UP AND TURNED TO GO
AND I HEARD THAT VOICE AGAIN
THE VOICE RANG OUT SO LOUD AND PURE
I TOOK IN EVERY WORD
YOU MAY ASK WHAT IT DID SAY
SO, THIS IS WHAT I HEARD..........
ELVIS HAS LEFT THE BUILDING!
Jun 3, 2012
Jun 3, 2012 at 5:27 PM UTC
This bodies taken, it has been pulled away brought out of place.
Weve walked away with a corpse and weve got nothing left to lose.
What can we do with this, this empty shell, this doomed lifeless man.
What a reflection of our lives, what a dance in our minds, where will we go
what shall we do, we are sitting here wasting away without a purpose.
Im always looking forward, but ive got no destination, no compensation.
This unwholesome life this tattered dream, why am I here why dont I believe?
Im looking for answers, a purpose to this routine, where am I going what have I to gain?
Tell me my purpose, feed me some truth, you stand there as if you have something to say but the words never escape
your mouth.
I see this body, this soulless body, who told this man what truth did he receive.
I guess an ending to everything he was or is there something more?
Is this man burning? Do flames consume him? Is he paying for his mistakes or is he paying
for the fear of another mans fear to speak?
If someone had told him, where would he be, would he be with the angels would he be at his feet.
To think where this mans body lays and where his souls seperates, could have all been changed.
To think this mans fate lies within the words of another man, a man sent by the creator but a man who was
a coward, a man who was ashamed, now a man lay dead in his grave and his sould is chained to a lake.
Many men suffer and many men die, we with hold the truth and another man burns.
We tell ourselves theyll be reached by someone else, how can we know their faith, how
can we know where theyll end up.
What a responsibility we have took on, where souls lie in our hands, where some men burn
and some men live in paradise from the speech out of our mouths. Tongues of fire have power to
breathe life into men and death into others. Open your mouth and speak the truth to save another mans fate.
Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 8:01 PM UTC
I want to hold you so closely
so intimately
my scent lingers on you
the way the smell of fresh coffee
haunts the halls of my home all afternoon
I want to kiss you so deeply
you still taste me on your tongue when you sleep at night
the way the taste of my morning coffee
clings to the roof of my mouth till well after mid morning
I want to touch you so often
the ghosts of my fingers fill your dreams
the way the feeling of sand and water
fades slowly from your feet for the rest of the day
I want to affect your very being
so my sould lingers with yours
twirling and twining and twisting together
like the strings of balloons
floating into the stars
Jul 12, 2012
Jul 12, 2012 at 1:07 AM UTC