Publish your poems,
your soul songs.
A world of lonely people
are waiting for you
with open arms.
Saturday 22nd December 2018 7:28 pm
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
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
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
Tuesday 3rd July 2018 3:01 pm
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
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
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,
Sunday 4th March 2018 1:40 pm
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