Tag Archives: #soul

AMAZED I AM

AMAZED i am
and bewildered
thinking of all the past
(now famous) poets,
who struggled in small parts
by life ~ I adore mostly
the few who have touched my
Soul and Spirit!
Even much more the painters!
Van Gogh!
We cannot judge
because we mostly are cowards
unable to release the fear
of complete rejection,
I smile, for always they say “I,”
when confronted by truths
Every time and within every
breath they deny
when something small creeps
into their Souls — I!
Like the words spoken so
long ago: “I am.”
And though i am Spirit & Soul,
i love and need love
But for many years i denied.
She brings to me hope
and strength and a future
but the enemies are large
and strong.
:: 01-06-2018 ::


A LATE NIGHT FEELING

Yes, my love you do realize
I have not touched your soft
skin yet but I have touched
your softer soul? And how
should I lift my Spirit toward
the great distance between us
two? That is a feeling of great
pain but I would gladly share
it with this darkness and all
lost things to hold your hands,
my dear.
But then again, apart we are
but together within heart and Soul:
what touches you touches me.

And if I sing a sad song you sing
a happy one — and if you drop
your precious tears I catch them
within my lips and save them
for your moments of joy.

And what universal player is
this thing we call love?

O sweet song!

:: 12-30-2017 ::


LIKE AN ANGEL

On the cover everything seems so swell
but …

Like a ghost from nowhere
Like a hole that’s lost
it’s whole

Feeling my soul isn’t going
anywhere

And within your heart
I wish to be

Like an angel hovering
above the storm

Like a gift to the pagans
and ruined by runes

Oh, yes it is
Oh, I’ll wait
for you

I’ll wait for you…

Like an angel singing
to all of heaven

Like a throat so sore
as though each moment
is a song to sing

I love the way you
are my sweetest heart
And forever it will be.

:: 12-26-2017 ::


TIMES OF TROUBLE

IN all these times
of trouble
I find myself wishing
wisdom

AND inside all me
darkness ~
emptiness and pain
But love for life

AND within my hour
of desperateness
my heart cleaves
unto me and Spirit

Oh! there is always
an answer
always a way
through the trees

And when the day sleeps
her name comes
and makes frowns smile
makes hearts feel free

so never carry the world
upon your shoulders
only fools do.

And within these times
I find myself wishing
wisdom.

so please love me too.

:: 11-06-2017 ::


The Nectar of My Life

Detached petal 
Beneath a midnight sun
Catch your kiss 
Before it’s gone
i have your skin 
Within my soul
You’ve no other 
To burn so i go
i'm still planted 
Within the garden
Of the dead 
Keeping my stem toward 
The midnight sun
i'm the one you 
Pulled to blow 
Twisting within 
The charcoal air
i'm the spirit 
With a bee 
Stealing all 
The nectar 
Of my life
And if i pollinate
Before i'm gone 
Let it be somewhere
The daylight sun goes
Because i'm the spirit
With a bee stealing all
The nectar of my life

:: 10-07-2017 ::

Op. 1

a laughter sprung
out of Spring
measured by love
a burst-joy heart!
i dreamed //
i can not say
a Sparrow sang
but saw the trees
for the love
for the love of hearts
for the love of us!
…a laughter sprung!

:: 01-17-2015 ::


BUILDERS OF REALITY

“Time drops all these moments as
decayed, spoiled riches.
And vibrating strings of light
dance the tip of Souls while
enjoying the orchestra
of all life!” — E.P. Robles

[Too late; as late as it gets thought I.]

Upon this very late or very early
morning while i began to realize
i left my dreaming snoring then upon
a glint from parted curtains I was certain
a something queerly missing ~ or should
i say amiss.

There, upon the fabric of dusty thoughts
while peering out my window pane
i came to see a dastardly scene that
almost certainly brought me to my knees!
There upon the shrouded street
were many short blue-clothed things
busily erasing each moment as it passed.
Unbeknown that “i” was one between
the ‘there’ and ‘here’ they froze
all the while i stood and stared;
“Oh no oh no!” they screamed at me
squirming then churning they moved
and rebuilt the past you see
and found myself in bed again
and all ends well that begins
and all beginnings have always been
–endings are myth!

:: 04-20-2017 ::


OK, DRIVE SAFELY

[life continues to beat]
Sometimes it seems i have been lost
then mostly finding myself between
tomorrow’s thoughts remembering today’s
yesterday as though it’s right now
then it’s gone. GONE. then (what a
lonely skinny word ‘then’)i find that
the rash was a tire’s track across my
chest and not poison ivy. So now this
is’nt happening and i am it for only
a moment longer ~~~~~there.

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and then no longer______.
[life continues to beat]
:: 03-06-2017 ::


THAT MUCH SLAUGHTERED FOR A SWEETNESS

so much darkness      so much light
when i cannot see      i remember
to never look directly into
that dark and sorry ending
(while the faithful are healing;
angels are mending (so many
as mountains)) and that much
slaughtered for a sweetness
we all call The Light.
:: 03-06-2017 ::


RUSHING INTO THE DARK HOUR

BENEATH my breath are quiet words
which spirit feeds and fire Eats:
a promulgated non-scientifically
personal fact. A unity of a
membership-less Club of Souls
== the latent release of human-
life. Remarkable abilities
for an animal in terrestrial
nature!

The power of:

self-control
creative power
reconstructive power
power of faith
and the power of
revivification.

Gently, a small reminder:
we are not Gods but
only that god is imprisoned
within each of Us.

The delusion of negative
energy.

And increasing momentum
which the world is rushing
into the Dark Hour.

:: 01-18-2017 ::