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Someones Soul
It was an autumn day
And it was cold.
The autumn in the yard.
The thunderstorm was arguing with rain.
The leaves were falling down to the ground.
Someone's soul sat quietly under the bench.
It shivered with cold and it was wet.
The words of its owner it remembered
It could not do anything but regret.
'My soul, you prevent me from living,
You can't stand any deceiving,
You pain so hard...
Friday 2nd November 2018 3:24 pm
Soul stirrer
You asked for my soul
and I laid it bare, for you.
Trampled, beaten, mistaken, burnt, and forgotten
It lies in the depth of a blue sea
out of breath and still.
Moss and coral has taken over my soul
or what is left of it.
A black and blue striped fish stopped by yesterday to check if she can lay her eggs in there.
I think she will.
Friday 7th September 2018 3:43 pm
DANCING FLAMES
Looking into the depths of your soul
Your eyes glassy like a window
I try to reach out to you, but as if on cue,
You pull your shades down
You put up a nice facade
Concealing it with your dimpled smiles
You think you hid it well from me
But you'll watch me wreck your walls
Flames of orange and blue dancing in your eyes
Red blazing your skin and forming a silhouette
I ...
Tuesday 3rd July 2018 3:01 pm
old soul
old soul
good you understand
not many do
some are judgemental
yes its possible
to have too much
of a good thing
living on a mountain than hikes
we are all old souls
some just dont realize
Wednesday 25th April 2018 11:56 pm
Art as the Gaining and Practise of Wisdom
Art as the Gaining and Practise of Wisdom
I
What are you doing this morning? – and will you play again
your lustrous fiddle for the coins strangers drop into your hat?
Or have you moved on from hustling Trafalgar Square
where the floating Yodas connect like Einstein's cat?
Either way, your art creates its beauty by merely becoming
the eloquent centre of its universe, its mimet...
Saturday 10th March 2018 8:03 am
Guards
The fearless fighter scared of none,
Stood in front of me since young,
Made of indignant rage and fear,
What would i be without him near.
The boisterous guy that speaks for me,
Demands respect so ruthlessly,
Strength from fearless fighter's strength,
Without him who would i be.
The money man he comes and gos,
He buys respect for me from crows,
But when he leaves they circulate,
Without ...
Sunday 4th March 2018 1:40 pm
Trapped soul
I sold my soul now i'm paying the price
He feeds off my anger and sadness
he wont let me out i feel trapped
i'm stuck in this deep dark deprivation
It started off fine because i was blind
Now i see it for what it really is
i'm outside looking in at it
his eyes are dark and souless
nothing in their but evil
I feel like a possession and object a thing.
Not a human bei...
Sunday 18th February 2018 8:45 pm
I Know Who I Am
Eyes that seek truth,
A heart that knows no bounds
A mind that eludes and intimidates
A soul that is and always was free
Determined and passionate
Emotional but strong
I can get through anything
Even when I don't want to
There are times when I do not know myself
These times are hard
Patience will show my path
I'm so grateful I was not alone
I'm still not al...
Tuesday 21st November 2017 3:50 pm
How Are You
How are you?
What are you thinking about?
Why are you thinking that?
Where does your heart go?
Does your soul fly?
Can you see clearly?
Did it help?
What didn't help?
How is your soul?
How is your heart?
What do you think about?
How are you?
Tuesday 21st November 2017 3:10 am
Soul (10/16/2017)
I can feel you from so far away
Suffering in silence
Asking my patience that I gladly give
Your happiness is more important.
My love is strong, my mind is weak
Yet for you, I would put my own
Stress aside if it meant helping you.
My body, mind, and soul are yours
When you need them.
I love you in every sense on the word.
Monday 20th November 2017 10:04 pm
Last Night...
Last night I dreamt I lost you Between oceans of dreams and Storms of thoughts I searched through the waves of panic but Found no trace of you_ My thoughts blank and dark, Oh my dreams…my dreams… So empty Impossible as it seems I fought against my own rage Yelling Refusing to accept… Last night I dreamt I lost you Between the madness and mundane. A sob escaped my lips Evidence of m...
Thursday 19th October 2017 2:01 am
The Devil Don't Own Me
The Devil Don’t Own Me
He may have saluted the corrupted cross
In Hitler’s Germany,
or whispered to Judas Iscariot,
hanging from a tree,
he could have pulled the trigger finger
back in nineteen sixty three,
he may own the soul of rock and roll
but the Devil don’t own me.
He may pollute the air we breath
or the raging, deep blue, sea.
He may breath on pola...
Monday 11th September 2017 1:28 pm
The Alchemist (Incinerated Spirit)
The architecture of my heart spread the alchemy of love. The structure of my soul has been weighed down by metaphysical cinder blocks, carried by doves. I venture this twisting path a kin to the roots and branches of a rotten oak tree. The black soot and ashes leave a trail of footprints, as I gaze into the illusion of the past the whispers of my shadow turn over a new leaf, only to succumb to thi...
Thursday 15th June 2017 5:01 pm
Love
My heart beats fast for you
My heart aches for you
My heart glows warm whenever I think of you
It fills my brain and soul like a drug
The best drug of all
Sunday 14th May 2017 12:43 pm
Shroedinger's Poet
It is a curse
To have a flying soul
And a cinderblock mind
To feel the call of the sky
But to be afraid of heights
I am Schrödinger's cat
Alive and dead
At the same time
Thursday 27th April 2017 12:59 am
WHO ARE THE LUCKY ONES?
What looks like truth
often is not.
Looking thru the keyhole
often does not tell
the full story.
---
He had it all
we had little
but
We found joy in our little
he miserable with his all.
---
He stood in his Armani suit, pearly white teeth, Salvatore Ferragamo dress shoes
we in our Levis, dirty nails and tattered tennis shoes.
Our hearts full
his empty.
...Sunday 12th February 2017 7:57 pm
A Soul In The Clock
A Soul In The Clock
-for the ones whose pillow is the moon-
Just the ones who are wearing the night
On themselves and walking on the stars,
Filling the empty streets with thoughts,
And who are sitting alone in their houses,
Breeding the clouds and turning to a breeze,
And just the ones who are missing their
Losted sun but not looking for it,
Shining in their mind but...
Saturday 29th October 2016 9:00 pm
Ropes
Ropes
frayed and
weathered
after
a life time
of keeping
my soul
safe
through
this
life
Thursday 29th September 2016 8:30 am
If you reminded me
If you showed me you loved me in return
If you can handle who I give to you
My love would engulf you
Physically, emotionally, mentally, passionately
I'd be all for you.
If you gave me your body I'd nourish it
Empower it
Adore it
My love would be the kind
To push you to the sky
Wrap you in warm golden light
Numbing all senses
Except highlighting your happiness's
...Monday 19th September 2016 6:56 am
Weak
I was not aware how weak I was,
Till I felt your voice,
The reaction I had to you
As my new favorite song.
I had no choice
After you I was going
To bad if where I was headed
Was wrong.
How the minute my soul awakened
from a pit so far down
it be considered a ghost,
God need not help me then
for he knew I was long gone
already down on my knee's
decidin...
Monday 19th September 2016 6:47 am
Ocean Breath
The touch of
ocean breath
and spray
reviving listless
boxed eyes
and minds
to revel
in being
alive again...
Monday 12th September 2016 10:02 am
Was it all real,
what was said in the night?
Words sound different in the morning.
But isnt the Romantic the one who knows right?
He is the one who sees clearly
that other world moving through us.
Believe the heights, believe the depths;
it is the banality of the middle ground that lies,
not the joy of the morning or the pain of the night.
I must cling to what is ...
Monday 11th July 2016 5:02 am
How do I say it?
20 years to see
The world encompass all.
Its' messiness unbearable,
Intolerable,
Difficult.
But when I caught your voice,
Its' sweetness a dulling touch.
The world and its' massive wildness,
Disappeared all to dust.
Saturday 30th April 2016 4:05 am
Naked Soul
I've given my soul to the world in a blinding way. I've allowed for them to speak to me laying their hearts on the floor within these four walls. I have seen humanity at it's worst and again at it's best. The human soul is stronger than we give it credit; it can withstand a storm of cruel words and actions that meant to change even the softest individual into someone who looks out upon the world w...
Saturday 26th September 2015 10:20 pm
REFLECTIONS OF A LIFE
Gaze into the mirror
at the face behind the mask
and wonder if it's really you,
or don’t you dare to ask?
Who can know what lies beyond
the mirrors fragile face,
reflections of another life;
another time or place?
Touch the chill upon the glass
and see a tiny ripple,
was it real or in your mind,
did it really feel so supple?
Gaze into empty eyes
...Friday 18th September 2015 2:00 am
I Wanna Know. . .
When you're empty...it shows much character, shows much emotion, it is very vibrant, You say so much being silent...I feel as if i can read you, but there is days when i see you, you look so beautiful being happy, and sometimes i wonder is that really you or are you just masking your poor soul contracting?...I wanna know. - Oscar A. Ojeda.
Sunday 6th September 2015 1:38 pm
twisted trees
A twisted oak coiled round its self the perfect home for a mouse.
He climbed up a twisted branch and made his peace there, he built a nest of twine in the hollow center.
twine woven in brade, ants climbing up in parade. the army came to a hault and flead, they
feared for their lives and would rarther not be dead.
the stars a gemstone, the moon an ivory marble in a get jar.
...
Monday 17th August 2015 8:11 pm
POOLS OF LOVE
Gaze into a persons eyes,
far beyond the mask
and wonder at the questions
that you’re too afraid to ask.
Gloriously gazing
into depths of deep emotion,
currents running deep
within a cool and placid ocean.
Dive into the loving soul
of one who gives their all
and marvel at the feelings
that are waiting for the call.
Deliberately diving
into stro...
Tuesday 11th August 2015 6:08 pm
DARK PANACEA
A crowded room
is such a lonely place,
wear a fragile mask
upon a weary face.
Everybody’s here
but there’s nobody there
and there’s nothing to do
except sit and stare.
The distant sounds
of joy and laughter
drifting like echoes
in dusty rafters.
As you slowly subside,
sinking way down low
and you're silently wondering
how far you can go.
...Tuesday 19th May 2015 12:08 am
A LONELY LAMENT
The flickering flame
in the dream of your eyes,
is a glimmer of life
in a darkening sky.
But little heat remains
to warm the weary hearts
of those so slowly left
bereft and torn apart
A chill wind blows a tear
across the cooling fires,
a rain of lasting love falling
softly through life's briars
A trickle of silent sorrow
leaving trails on shall...
Monday 11th May 2015 2:29 am
Insight
In the mirror I see your face
In the birds I see your heart
In the clouds I see your mind
In the rain I see your tears
In the ocean I see your depth
In the trees I see your strength
In the rainbow I see your beauty
In the wind I see your breath
In the sky I see your soul
No insight sees deeper than no sight.
Wednesday 7th January 2015 3:30 pm
The Pit
I came across a hole one day
I filled it with my soul
But too frail was my soul that day
And too deep to fill the hole
I left it there in that hole, that day
I gave it up for lost
But I'll come back to that hole one day
With much more soul to toss.
Sunday 9th November 2014 11:05 am
No Voice
Without a voice
I am left here in this world
to forever be silent.
Because as I try to speak,
my voice vanishes so quickly,
so that I'm left here unspoken
with no one to hear what I have to say.
And for someone to apprehend
my words I speak, with my unheard voice,
would be such a miracle I can't explain.
But even though I have no physical voice
I have a language of my own I write.
A gi...
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 2:40 am
The Child Inside
The child inside of me.
is the child I used to be.
The hopes and fears
Of the child inside
are still alive in me,
and every day, in every way
I’m still the child inside.
The child inside shapes the view
of the world I see today
and the eyes of the child
are round and wide
and I will be their guide.
For the child inside everything is new,
every road ...
Friday 21st March 2014 12:29 pm
Birds on High
I saw birds
flying high
in the sky.
I wanted to
join them but
I can't fly.
Sometimes I feel
low, and I
just want to cry.
My smile, for
you see it
is fake.
Cause my soul
it surely
does ache.
I look for
a glimpse of
peace, ...
Monday 24th June 2013 6:35 pm
Untitled
Withered flowers fastened to a wasting bench,
Its plaque and pickled paint are weathered long.
The buckled slats curl flecks on harshest winter's freeze.
Where age defies intent to which it did belong.
As passers-by whom in their daily cues entrenched,
They, wrapped in woolen shields, look blindly on
And notice not the broken petals on the breeze,
Nor sense the echo of a parted an...
Tuesday 26th March 2013 11:51 am
Waves (A Final Letter Home)
I lie and let the waves wrap 'round my feet,
As midnight skies perform the second act,
Where black and blue so effortlessly meet
And force the waters cold around my back.
I feel the sand bequeath my buried toes;
To let the grit defy my sodden skin
And as the open door to my soul grows
I let the frothy waters trickle in.
The moonbeams push my head into a daze
And buckle up the ...
Tuesday 5th March 2013 10:57 am
The Membrane of Your Soul
The membrane of your soul is as
fragile as a butterfly’s wing as
delicate as a spider’s web as
beautiful as a swansong as
intricate as a concerto but as
vulnerable as a sonata
as caring as a doting mother as
tender as a lover as
colourful as a paint palette as
defensive as a lion as
protective as a bunker but still,
the membrane of y...
Monday 4th March 2013 10:29 am
The Soul of an Artist
The soul of an artist,
famine or harvest.
An exercise in extremity,
symmetric serenity.
Raw yet crafted
a tool made from bone
fleshed out by interpreting existence.
The soul of an artist,
famine or harvest.
An exercise in extremity,
symmetric serenity.
A fusion of real and surreal
a soulful symbiote
intertwined with their ver...
Monday 19th November 2012 5:25 pm
We Miss You
Dear Jimbo,
On this day you left.
The Earth could no longer handle your grace, for this world can be an ugly place.
We couldn't handle your departure by ourselves. You showed us that we still have each other and that family is more than we were allowing it to be. Some of us will recoil and shrink. We look at them and we think about growth, our own extra terrestrial face as universal...
Monday 21st May 2012 4:56 pm
I KNOW WHERE THE SOUL IS
May be it sounds strange
But I know where the soul is.
The skeptics I won’t change.
Let them freely breathe!
My soul is the palm size,
It’s somewhere near the heart.
I feel it when it cries,
It doesn’t want with me to part.
I feel it when it’s full of joy,
It can overcome all troubles.
It tells me: Life enjoy!
It’s worthy of all the ...
Saturday 20th August 2011 12:19 pm
Underworld
Scheming with demons,
Searching for the spirit,
Darkness is the body,
The soul is infinite.
Monday 28th June 2010 10:39 pm
Underworld
Scheming with demons,
Searching for the spirit,
Darkness is the body,
The soul is infinite.
Monday 28th June 2010 10:39 pm
Two souls
Everyone is many sided personality
and it doesn't depend on your mentality
if you want to meet another soul
so that to be together as a whole;
with your characters,deeds and actions
together come to a certain perfection
like diamonds polishing each other,
like diamonds sparkling together
reverberate in each others soul,
live together playing one role.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukrai...
Wednesday 23rd June 2010 7:28 am
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