"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
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
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.
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 1:54 AM UTC
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 !
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
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.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
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
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 8:01 AM UTC
'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.
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 6:22 AM UTC
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.
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 7:54 PM UTC
We’re all just talking bodies,
walking aimlessly,
looking for soulshine,
in deep dark valleys.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC