soul

His Eyes...

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I look into eyes

that light sparks in my soul,

like the dying embers

of an untended fire.

They soothe me,

calming down the raging waters

that crest with in my soul,

They ignite me

burning their way across my flesh

and searing their memory into them.

His eyes do things,

that my mind in unfamiliar with,

he has started this revolution

That spreads like wild fire

Threatening to overthrow

the balance I have worked so hard

to achieve,

as though I am constantly

walking on eggshells,

the ones His eyes

have managed to crack....

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Something he shal never see,

only for the eyes of you and me :D

 

This is about a guy ive known for.... almost a year that sets my heart aflame. I will probably never show him this

 

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Gingko, Diet Of Worms, Ribcage In Hospital

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3 POEMS
 
-saiom shriver-

 

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GINGKO

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They saw they thought
in April woods
the blooming light
of a spring dogwood
but it was
last year's translucent
gold leaves
glowing on
a gingko tree.

 

 

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DIET OF WORMS


One heard of The Diet of Worms
and thought of robins
swallowing whole
beings who squirm
Others
of the papal attempt
to arrest Martin Luther
on which Pope Leo X stood firm.

 

Footnote:

The Lutheran Church has asked

forgiveness for Luther’s

virulent Judaophobic writing. That

was not the reason for the attempt

to arrest him.

 

http://www.rpmministries.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Martin-Luther1.png

Where to find free to use images

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/04/30/free-images/

 

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RIB CAGE IN HOSPITAL


a vision of a woman

in the hospital…

a live bird trying

to escape her rib

cage…

was it the soul

trying to leave the body…

or the sickness caused

by eating a chicken?

 

 

http://www.drsfostersmith.com/images/Articles/healthy-bird-cages-bird.jpg


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People,People

People, people light their fires,

burning the world-

upon their pyres...

 

People, people tell their cold lies,

hurting their souls-

and sever their ties...

 

People, people destroy their souls,

shooting through them-

creating more holes...

 

People, people crush their own hearts,

offending love-

breaking into parts...

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みゆき

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English followed by original German. Plus a probably horrible Japanese version for good measure because this is about a Japanese girl.

Your mind is beautiful
Your soul draws me in
With its delicate calm
And I have niether the strength
Nor the will to escape
I want to die in there

That I may know heaven

 

Dein Geist is schön
Deine Seele zieht mich hinein

Mit ihrer zarten Friedlichkeit

Woraus der zu flüchten
Habe ich weder die Wille noch die Kraft

Darin will ich sterben
Damit ich Himmel kennen darf

 

あなたは、心が美しい

精神が微妙な安らぎで
私を吸い寄せる
脱出するための
意志も力もない
天国を知ることができるように
その中に死にたい

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Ice

As cold as ice

As warm as the sun’s ray

So do my emotions differ day from day

Who will be today’s unsuspecting prey

 

His icy words are still lingering in my soul

Still making its way down to each and every bone

Scraping at the ends of my inner being

Today, my heart is frozen stiff, I simply have no feeling

 

Perhaps tomorrow it might be whole

Who knows, maybe, just maybe someone might warm my soul

 

 

Written by

Dlr

 

 

 

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To Love

I yearn to love, a love with a passion

Joining hearts, a fatal attraction

To be fondled by your words alone, holding on to promises by your lips

To savor the sweetness and emotion that drips

Let us hold together, let our eyes slowly find and meet

Let all time stop, with nothing but our heartbeats




Keeps me warm

Knees so weak-

But full of power.

Glances through and through-

Tears wore out.

He's tall as a tower-

His grasp pulls me through.

Through, this hurricane.

 

Crashing waves would pull me under-

But his love gives me strength.

Maybe I should run,

Run for cover.

But his palms keep me safe.

Through, this hurt and pain.

 

I might be lost in this fire-

But I feel peace and warmth.

One deep breath-

Oceans sweep and swept.

Alone, but not alone.

Through, this hurricane.

 

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Haunting Inquisition

 

 

 ■■■■■

 

And they wanted to heal,

But the requests were riddled 

In disguises,

With delusions of grandeur,

And hopes of great riches and fantasies,

And so the healer likened the journey to the deep sea diver,

Who falls into the water with arms opened wide,

And forges his way to the depths of the ocean,

Deeper, and deeper,

He passes the wreckage of lost ships, and human waste

Of days past,

And at times must close his eyes to the remembrance

Of pain too haunting,

Because he knows the journey to reach his "treasure",

his "core",

Is a merciless path.

 

■■■■■

 

And when he reaches the ocean floor, 

He does not stop,

Because he knows what lies beneath is what he must face,

And so he begins to use the tools he learned,

And finally, after chipping away for months and years,

he uncovers

The worth of his soul,

With great joy, he retrieves the lost and precious gems

Of his existence,

And he begins his hopeful journey to the surface,

But his suffering does not end,

Because the road up, 

Even more wrought with turmoil as he endures

The caustic resentment

From those with no knowledge,

And he is made to relive the loss of his soul treasure 

Over and over,

Time and again the relentless visions of pain and torment,

That satiate the hunger of blindfolded eyes and sullen, hopeless spirits,

Hungry for the taste of their own lost piece of life,

Lost in their lust for material gain.

 

¤

 

They cannot see his treasure is within,

The lack of "sight" for the divinity of his excavation

Into the "earth" within himself,

A common ignorance of human existence,

To be unaware of what one sees as 

"Separate",

"Derilict",

"Different",

"Ungodly".

And his plight becomes even worse than he could have ever imagined.

 

■■■■■■

 

But when he reaches the surface of the water,

This vortex of pure love for all humanity,

Created by and through his own wounds,

Lifts him over the water,

And only then 

He revels in the love meant for him from the beginning.

The hard work that could only be done by him.

No pill,

No man,

Woman,

Dollar amount,

Could have created it.

 

So you say you would like to heal?

 

■■■■■■

 

 

 

.....

 

 

 

 

 

What We Are (In the Dark)

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Untouchable

Unknowable

Intangible

 

Deeper darkness lurking in the twilight,

Murky depths, rejected by the sunlight.

 

Monsters creeping in the dark, 

Gleaming eyes filled with savagery, 

Mouths filled with glistening teeth.

 

I have walked amongst apparitions. 

I have faced demons and gods. 

No foe or ally is greater than myself.

 

The split, the divide, is as

Different as day and night, 

Greater than the space

 

Between the darkest point of the ocean

And the stars. We exist

Between the realms.

 

Aware of both, grasping one, 

Fearing the other,

When nothing truly exists. 

 

For what is the self other than

A collection of thoughts, 

Of ideas, a ghost?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I should be writing an essay for my english class right now. 

This happened instead.

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