souls

The Universe Is Ours

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Poems.

My love for you is endless.

Like a blackhole, I don't know what's on the other side.

Our souls were meant to meet.

Like a playground, the universe is ours.

Whenever you look into my eyes,

You recharge my soul.

Then they dance together, across galaxies,

From star to star.

Whenever they drift apart, my world goes cold,

Life surviving upon it.

But it starts dying away as I can see you fading.

Like a sun, you light up my world,

But only as long as you stay.

Lovers Field

Folder: 
My Everything

A field before my feet.

The smell of wild flowers; my nose to steep.

Stems adorned with color, glimmering in the exhausted sun.

Waltzing amongst my fingertips; legs eager to run.

There's a shadow near the woods.

Quite a distance, from where I stood.

Gliding, like I sprouted graceful wings.

Twirling winds; in my ears do ring.

A pure familar fragrance, lingering in the air to find.

Something sweet on lips, I've somehow left behind.

The silence of the woods, hum in mysterious concern.

There you stood, a fire in me to burn.

Blossoming in daring flames.

Two souls, a mirror; the same.




Counsel's Christmas Bargain

 

Christmas on death row, surreal,

Being despised by all the world,

Hate surrounding all you feel,

Yet at your core,

You're not unfurled.

 

 

Ask me to be sorry 

For a wrong I did not do,

Who is being forgiven 

Is it me?

Or is it you?

 

 

There's no issues with forgiveness,

I'm a sinner, just like you,

Reminded in my every breath,

I ponder this,

Do you?

 

 

Ask me to be sorry 

For a wrong I did not do,

Who is being forgiven 

Is it me?

Or is it you?

 

 

My trial now awaits me,

And you're asking for remorse,

Do you have the sense to realize that

You've written me discourse?

 

 

Ask me to be sorry 

For a wrong I did not do,

Who is being forgiven 

Is it me?

Or is it you?

 

 

Integrity is what becomes

Of living in ones truth,

To urinate upon the stand 

Is more than just uncouth.

 

 

Ask me to be sorry 

For a wrong I did not do,

Who is being forgiven 

Is it me?

Or is it you?

 

 

So as the hate surrounds me

And I ponder things so real,

I turn my back upon the jabs 

As you inflict this as a "deal".

 

 

Ask me to be sorry 

For a wrong I did not do,

Who is being forgiven 

Is it me?

Or is it you?

 

 

I know this label in your mind,

Can never be erased,

The difference between us,

You and me,

Is what's left when I look in your face.

 

 

Ask me to be sorry 

For a wrong I did not do,

Who is being forgiven 

Is it me?

Or is it you?

 

 

You ask of me to sell my soul,

As yours lay rancid fermenting,

I have the time to ponder such things,

Though I'm weary of lamenting.

 

 

Ask me to be sorry 

For a wrong I did not do,

Who is being forgiven 

Is it me?

Or is it you?

 

 

So this is my life,

My death,

My plight,

My life has taken stand,

And though I'm only 17,

I'm asked to be a man.

To see the ugliness, so stark,

So glaring,

Cold, remiss,

You've sealed my fate without a conscience,

To your own soul's death wish.

 

 

 

Ask me to be sorry 

For a wrong I did not do,

Who is being forgiven 

Is it me....?

 

 

Or is it you?

 

 

.....

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Christmas poem for the wrongly condemned.

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*Look into my eyes,Let me tell you*

Look into my eyes and tell me what you see,

Here with you is where i want to be!

In your arms i feel so safe,

I like to feel your love and grace,

I crave it when you hold my hand,

Only you can take me to the promised land,

A land of dreams

A land where we can see the heavens that await us,

A land where we can gaze at the stars in love.

 

Let me listen to your heart beating

Put mine to yours and feel our souls meeting.

 

Let me walk with you,

Let me show you my love for you is true!

 

Look into my eyes and tell me what you see

All that i am telling you,

Do you beleive me?

 

You and me baby what do you say?

I know our love will last for more than a day,

My love for you is free, there is no price to pay

 

Let us be closer than ever before

You and I were born to unlock loves door.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

To Richard Wing, wrote years ago but only put on this site today ;)

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The Moon Shines Close For Them Tonight

The moon shines close for them tonight
A thousand lonely souls join together in its light
Encompassing this vast planet
They are binded by the similarities they share
Their lost hearts are yet to discover
Answers to the unanswered
Their other half in this world
The reason to feeling so alone
The purpose of their existance
Some dwell on the desires
That they will never acquire
Repeatedly attempting to obtain the unobtainable
I simply want to ask you
What is your purpose?
When you know that what you are longing for
Will never have a chance to materialize?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Everyone is born with their own purpose in life. This poem is for all who have not yet discovered that, or feel that they don't really belong in this society. However,it's important to know what's worth fighting for and what's better to just give up on.

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phantasmic love

Folder: 
Love, Romance

your eyes touch me like
the petals of a rose
upon my pillow,
soft against my fears.

 

your hesitance to apply
force upon my desires
melt my doubts,
and my breathing slows.

 

the gentleness of your smile
feels like a warm weighty blanket upon
my feet, secure and strong,
searching for too long.

 

the authenticity of your
kindness finds roots
in fertile soil on the
pastures of my soul.

 

the open door of your heart
becomes an entry towards intrigue
and inspiration returning
from many years lost.

 

in a place of pure nothingness
waters trickle, then flowing free,
my eyes touch you,
and i remember me.

 

3:23 AM 5/17/2013 ©

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The messege of pastor Thomas to the followers of the realm

To what satisfaction do you seek, you children of lies, you false prophest of the false god?
To lie in the flith of his pleasure, to give in to the desires of the end of worlds;
what does it prophet you to seek the hand of the one desires your destruction?
For he cares not that your souls are saved, and yet you offer yourselves up to him and cry out to him daily in the streets and on the roof tops.
For your souls, you generation of decieved, I will pray to the one true God of my fathers.

Red Clouds Of Dust

Folder: 
Poetry

The red clouds of dust gather
the dead of earth rise
angels fall from the sky
like bitter tears that fall from our eyes

The suffering of death is long
the agony of life brief
we walk this dry earth
our souls infested with grief

The legacy has been snuffed out
the memory in decay
our last existing breath
like sand has been washed away.

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Beautiful Soul

.Strip the arting of clothing

clean The dirty rug

smile at the stranger

Befriend the victom

love the love giver

be real

im real

touch me

im here

your mind

not there

my soul

your

soul

where

has it

gone.

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