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"soulshine" poems
it was in the darkness that i found her there by the dry fountain its basin gathered the paper thin years like withered leaves like soul searching written with her lips like a castle keep penned with the inks of my regrets the dry fountain flowed once upon a time with a rich river of all manner of worldly beasts the fabled ones and the forgotten ones and their tales like tapestry's woven with heart strings now the dry fountain was her home she bid me take my leasuire for a moment from my fleeing so my bone thin horse could rest his weary heart i offered her coins in gratitude for her shelter with a gentle hand she turned such aside and instead took my hand and withdrew the pen embedded in my skin and said to me that 'each dawn requires a darkness with which to begin' she began with fragments of me i tried in vain to be the candle that holds back the shadows but in truth she is venus finding gentle sweet sainthood in her repertoire like a frail swan of the ethereal grace she wanted only to see the glory days to return to this place to see the fountain flow once again see its thriving life and its deep magics of the heart we spent that winter camped there gathering each paper thin tomb and placing them at the alter of the written word but to no avail the days had fallen to cold stone and not even the brilliant light she shed soulshine and heart could revive the dry fountain the last i saw her she had glanced back from her road leading away with a kind woman's smile she gives to friends she once said i was too reckless with my heart now i knew what she meant
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
the dry fountain
it was in the darkness that i found her there by the dry fountain its basin gathered the paper thin years like withered leaves like soul searching written with her lips like a castle keep penned with the inks of my regrets the dry fountain flowed once upon a time with a rich river of all manner of worldly beasts the fabled ones and the forgotten ones and their tales like tapestry's woven with heart strings now the dry fountain was her home she bid me take my leasuire for a moment from my fleeing so my bone thin horse could rest his weary heart i offered her coins in gratitude for her shelter with a gentle hand she turned such aside and instead took my hand and withdrew the pen embedded in my skin and said to me that 'each dawn requires a darkness with which to begin' she began with fragments of me i tried in vain to be the candle that holds back the shadows but in truth she is venus finding gentle sweet sainthood in her repertoire like a frail swan of the ethereal grace she wanted only to see the glory days to return to this place to see the fountain flow once again see its thriving life and its deep magics of the heart we spent that winter camped there gathering each paper thin tomb and placing them at the alter of the written word but to no avail the days had fallen to cold stone and not even the brilliant light she shed soulshine and heart could revive the dry fountain the last i saw her she had glanced back from her road leading away with a kind woman's smile she gives to friends she once said i was too reckless with my heart now i knew what she meant
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The Largest Lie The midnight shelter of time Buried you bottomless somewhere in the recesses of my mind. Deep deep down In the crevices of my spine where vague sketches of yesterday were all that I could find. There, where the shadows and flashes of memories reside unleashed moments crawl to the surface - begging for light. Urging to make you real again In this space and in this time. I am reminded of the signs I am re-minded of the signs I remember though even without signs. Because love is not blind but with stealth and slither she Creeps from behind and buries the me that was me before she was… Never mine, But a mere image cut deeply into the layers of my mind and she carved time with ragged- razored lines. I can not find. I will not find her – the one to shine the broken edges the others left behind. I am a catalyst for the crime, which is time spent cowered in my mind spinning tirelessly through eras of tragedy and romantic grime. Will you please be mine? Just one last time Will you please be mine? And help me to outshine my bloodline that tangles with the soulshine of these withered chimes! My lifeline relies on the moon’s shrine that assigns your skyline to my shore line. Watch me climb back into the sublime roots of divine nothingness – the grand design. Nothingness is the grand design! Riddled by centuries of symbols and rhyme. Now is the time! Now is the only time! To reflect on and refine the largest lie! Love is not real for she is loneliness in disguise.
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Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 1:54 AM UTC
The Largest Lie
The Largest Lie The midnight shelter of time Buried you bottomless somewhere in the recesses of my mind. Deep deep down In the crevices of my spine where vague sketches of yesterday were all that I could find. There, where the shadows and flashes of memories reside unleashed moments crawl to the surface - begging for light. Urging to make you real again In this space and in this time. I am reminded of the signs I am re-minded of the signs I remember though even without signs. Because love is not blind but with stealth and slither she Creeps from behind and buries the me that was me before she was… Never mine, But a mere image cut deeply into the layers of my mind and she carved time with ragged- razored lines. I can not find. I will not find her – the one to shine the broken edges the others left behind. I am a catalyst for the crime, which is time spent cowered in my mind spinning tirelessly through eras of tragedy and romantic grime. Will you please be mine? Just one last time Will you please be mine? And help me to outshine my bloodline that tangles with the soulshine of these withered chimes! My lifeline relies on the moon’s shrine that assigns your skyline to my shore line. Watch me climb back into the sublime roots of divine nothingness – the grand design. Nothingness is the grand design! Riddled by centuries of symbols and rhyme. Now is the time! Now is the only time! To reflect on and refine the largest lie! Love is not real for she is loneliness in disguise.
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I would prefer my solitude and gift of self , answerable to Randolph and no one else  ! I soulshine alone with the Earth , Wind and Sky as my trail with undying love and affection for all creatures .. Plastic ************* I've long since melted , molded into splendid candles that light my quest for guidance and direction .. Surfing the bell curve free of the pack instinct , armed with abundant memory , opposable thumbs and a mountain of creativity !
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Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
A Poets dictum ...
I felt silly. I felt silly because I didn't want to go to sleep and I was ******* exhausted. But I wanted to soak in that starry soulshine you shimmer. It's so easy to fall asleep in it's radiant rippling warmth, to float in it. And it's just as easy to stay awake in it as well, to swim in it. There are three things on this list: Sleep, and basking in your existence. The latter is right at the top, and  sleep  is   all   the   way       at    the bottom. Writing about you is all the space in-between. But hey, I won't get too deep, Because it's truly time for sleep.
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
Basking in your existence,
Lady Moonsun, you showered me in silky sheets of glowing lovelight you embraced me with warm rays of shimmering soulshine you pushed and pulled my ocean's tides in and out like a lilting melody making love to a perfect harmony but slowly you drifted away into space to shine on new rocks leaving me cold my ocean waves still
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Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 8:01 AM UTC
Lady Moonsun
'Tis in the darkest hour that One foot follows the other, ... shines so on one's heart path, Where, who, what, when, how, Where, and sometimes why, Yet, never Y2K, are unanswered By the you that is to be, whilst gleaned. Then, not receding from reality, One step leads to another, Evolving lights one's footsteps That followed none, leaving no trace And saving the human race, Which echo on forever, in all ways, always. Even shadows speak of the light.
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Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 6:22 AM UTC
Sun, Silly Starstuff, Soulshine
Exigency replacing humanity, merchants, only for more through to mercs for unending unneccessary war. C'est tres facile pour la machine, addictive personality disorder replacing human being, c'est la unvie, no? Oligarchic vacuum-up being almost always on only leaves a trickle down, only, when it's accidentally turned off. So the interlocking, laced economic systems base, scarcity, that they think they've replaced nature's abundance with, details violence in all hues of all colors of the rainbow, not just choosing to not know. An addiction, like any other, that can be treated just so. When one weeds the garden within, turns the inside out, a ray of Thee's Light without, And within, it doubling, doubles again outside, Bliss begins, peace on wing sings, Soulshine shared on and on, evolves life, echoing.
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Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 7:54 PM UTC
"Live Now As We Think Human Beings Should Live", Zinn, Sartre, Rolling Over In His Grave Says, 'Duh'
We’re all just talking bodies, walking aimlessly, looking for soulshine, in deep dark valleys.
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
Talking bodies