"soulfull" poems
Please let me preface
I dont like people
crouds make me cringe
and while i value my friends
i highly value my solitude
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I cant picture a face
when i close my eyes
when my mind trys to grant
that one final human wish
before slumber encompases my body
and reality and dreams interlace
For i have no soul to match with mine
nor a soul to follow
in deepest secret with the fleeting hope
that maybe our souls shall intertwine
But i wish not for two to meld
for hearts to pledge an undying vow
for lust and ****** greed
for billowing convorsations
But silence
An individual respect for ourselves
two beings gracious for company
bodies laid side by side
your fingers tracing circles
on blank canvasses of skin
Where there is but an understanding
that breath so silent can be pleasently shared
and electic touch soulfull
igniting warmth surrounding my heart
of which embers burn soft and hot
Where aching muscles
tense from harsh realities
are smoothed away with solid hands
a mutual relationship where the
solidarity in thought is aknowlegded
yet the pleaure derived from presense
a caring being holding steadfast
unwilling to let me go
gentle and kind
Where the silence of
spiritual understanding guides
the instictual need for
companionship
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
Insecurities
I rest
Comfortably
In my Gods blessings
I see
You may not agree
Still
You stay talkin' bout me?
Ain't it a sight to see
A woman who lacks the insecurities
You slap upon your ***
Like graffiti tags to concrete
My freedom is fortified
Leaving you mortified
By the comparisons
But then again
I won't condescend
I won't react and attack
With the same ******** you extend
Instead may I recommend
Some knowledge
From one sista to another:
Much can be achieved
When you let go of the beliefs
Imposed by those
Who know
No other way
To be
(c) 2010. Composed by Soulfull. Soulful Synergy, LLC.
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC
Probability lurks behind the veil of your
Vintage velvety hair locks.
Why don't you let them grow
Fond of the silk windwhirled fingertips
I'm falling apart like the society's white lies
When I first saw the picture of your oldtime lesser plie
Bohemian rascal poetic spirit
Do you still believe in soulfull foolishnesses?
Where do you play your music??
Let's chill under the Flatland area's arbol
Abbreviations of your blown up ****** desires
Are being revolutionized and mutinized by these
Enchanting darklings
Dear dear darling
deep romantic eyes &
Suddenly I'm lost inbetween days
Do you want it!!!?
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC
I was born to love everyone but I loved so hard the insides of my lugs tore apart. Sometimes I love too deep. In a city too dark to love in, we overlook the mountain and hedges that have pricked the life of us with thorns, banished us in places that see silence through congested thoughts. We sing Like a humming birds. Singing in attempt to abolish the very existence of our stars and the stars we shared yet, we lay quilted in stardust and the silhouettes of our shadows. They burst into flames or kaleidoscopes, a beauty, complimented by the prophecy of life itself. Sometimes we hope to speak like our words have lost themselves in the coils of our tongues but we hope to live with strength not habituated in settings of frost and snow. Our worlds don't intertwine but our hopes do. We seek refuge in prayer during the midst of our foggy minds and the very cosmos of our thoughts. We recite the soft speech of the holy book to excuse us from the blackness of the universe. Our souls wonder naked from emotions and exposed to our own destinies created with incompatibility and dissection.
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 2:50 PM UTC
Piercing lies behind soulfull eyes.
The likes I have never seen.
What contortions made you. Twist reality
At the root.
An absence of self.
I assume.
No core of substance to
Fix or cure.
Mendacity
Menterosa....... no hay una alma.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 8:03 PM UTC
A butterfly spoke to me. First I felt the flutter.
Her wings gently,cool.
A sweet awakening whisp.
A dream gliding past.
No.a voice
Truely.
" I read your poem"
Seasons went by before
Realization. A pleasing.
Melody.
"I read your poem"
Surprized to be surprized as the
Sun rose and fell,cotton candy clouds raced by as
I turned. I swear forever almost ended.
Before.
Eye to eye now.
Smiling eyes,a bit shy?
But lovely.
The volume rises as lips emit.
Still caught like the cat burgler
Stepping from the twin windows.
Not able to hear. Eyes.
"Which one?" I summon.
"Both"
Summer.
Winter.
Spring. Oh.
I take her in. A reflex.
Obvious.but nature will out.
Sweet
Soulfull.
A good spirit.
Thank you.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 5:22 PM UTC
The unlayering of a soul
Like the drawback of an old beautiful curtain
Dusty and covered in a masquerade of golden tassles
Hiding the depth behind
And when they uncover
Unmask
Choose to perform
My eyes and heart are captivated
By the magic that is in stuttering toungues and loud cackles
Long stories and love poems
I came to tell my story
And my ears were much happier after
Having soaked in the noise of humanity
The sound of souls
A room full of souls
And I have been in those empty rooms before
Those rooms silent and eager for more space
Rooms echoing with soulless disconnection
And these people are not soulless but they do not give themselves up
don't give themselves freedom to be those souls
And I can only relate to people who have that soul
Who have the depth the expanse, the mind, the breadth to express
Their innermost pains, joys
And a room that is soulfull
Accepts
And a drawback of curtains
Assumes no judgement
For why would there be?
What would there be to judge?
I used to cry about feeling like a stranger in my own home
Then feeling guilty for being sorry for myself
And throwing up a pity party when no other life is better than mine
and so many people have it worse in many ways
we know what it feel like to live in a world where you feel you never belong
Then to be faced with a room, heart beating a mile a minute, knowing the curtains will be drawn back and you will have to face the music of your own
I saw a woman today, with a face filled with so much love it was glowing
A love that made me want to love everything
And I know everything isn’t what it seems
But poetry is all about that seem
That perspective
From afar
As my arrow gets pulled far back into depths of deep internal demons
I am now being tossed into the universe
Endlessly
No aim
Fired off into the moving air
I feel like a plastic bag
Im flying by city lights
And city dreams
Hoping for answers hidden in the trees
Sunflowers have been planted
But it will be winter soon
Roots are growing, sprouting little buds of green
Not blooming yet
But there is growth
And strength in the little brown sprouted roots
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
We never respect those people who don't value their own words , Si?
Ain't that so?
Those people lack soul.
So this one for every soulfull mates.
Kisses and hugs , let the shoulders share the heat forever.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 5:00 AM UTC