Soul Ties – 2013 June

 

Bondage

He is

Dead in my womb

Bruised spirit

Other men can hear it

Trying hard to sear it  

I-am-bonded-to-you

I can feel the disgrace

Painted on my face

 Calvin Klein suite case

 In-my-soul

And so

I must!

Pray to something way far

Up in the sky

To help me

Break

This soul tie

 

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Light lily’s breeze through his buildings

Turning his mouth cotton candy

Was a moon to me that exhaled my essence?

With laughter

From embarrassment

Or

From an hour glass

Timeless image

Faded photograph

That blew butterflies thru my frame

And sat me on pipes thrusting pulsed between my brains

Not even the roughest twister

Can tame

His hurricane

That paints

A picture

Of Her

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Goodness and Mercy – Poetry

I feel there is something

Or someone who or that

Is always there

Watching over and protecting me

They are surely the perfect pair

They aren’t conflicting or argumentative

They are loving

And if you ask me

Much too fair

And even when I was angry

Their love was always there

It’s some Jesus stuff they sprinkle

When things are dark like night

And they will never leave or forsake me

No matter how tuff the fight

There is one thing I am sure of

Although my choices aren’t always right

Goodness and Mercy shall follow me

All the days of my life

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Intimacy crept through our rain

It cradled every

Hurt

Hang-up

Blew life through this pain

Pieces lingered

Tried hard to remain

We withdrew from every

Dead kiss

Tried hard to sustain

We day-dreamed into bliss

Until only intimacy exists 

It melted into us

Like candle wax

And saturated the deepest wounds

Mending even

The most broken crack

We were

Shielded

 

By Intimacy

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If I could be anything

I’d be a bird

I would chirp myself a love song

And anyone else who needed a tune

To heal our broken wing

I’d leave behind the world of words

That maliciously left me

 

If I could be anything

I’d be a bird

I’d chirp myself a new reality

And leave behind this human mentality

If I can be anything I’d be a bird

And at last

I’d be

FREE

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Excerpt: Beyond the dry grass By Seanbidd ( Feature Poet)

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The music’s still playing as her feet walk out to the sea,
At the fringe of a life time, as her lips whisper to the breeze,
Does the world turn this calm, or’s it the slow rush of the sea,
Follow me out here, followme deep

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HAPPY (POETRY)

Happy is not a place but an atmosphere

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I was in a dead zone

And no amount of encouragement could convince me

That

I wasn’t alone

There was a moan in my soul

And every emotion in me was cold

 

And my thoughts lied to me

 

So I did nothing

 

One day I woke up

And the pain subsided

And joy overrides

This dark emotion

 

And for a brief second

 

I was happy

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QUEST (HAIKU)

Happy early Valentines day ❤

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ON MY QUEST FOR LOVE

I WILL STILL WRITE POETRY

AND LOVE WILL FIND ME

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Evil Green – Poetry

Huntsmen search this thing out

Looking for the pot of gold

We have been warned

From biblical times

This story is centuries old

***

Try as you may

To hunt this thing down

And watch evil events unfold

Don’t ignore

The evil this green can bring

It’s a trick that’s ancient and cold

***

It’s a spirit

You can’t see it or hear it

It wants you trapped in your personal greed

God said be anxious for nothing

He said He will provide all that we need

***

It will trap you

Before you trap it

So don’t be fooled by this scheme

It will keep you sick

Weary and tired

Chasing an American dream

***

If you look back on all who hunt it

You’ll see how lonely they sit

This thing can be deceptive and mean

Be careful when you focus on it

***

Beware of this thing

Warning signs are hard to be seen

But this thing is clever and keen

It will have you believe

You’re on top of the world

I call it the evil man’s green

Sculpting – Poetry

If I could sculpt myself a tear

I’d make it audible

Allowing even the deaf to hear

***

If I could sculpt myself a tear

I’d paint it purple

Signifying royalty

And make all the blue disappear

***

If I could sculpt myself a tear

I’d relinquish loneliness

And mix this liquid with a prayer  

***

If I could sculpt myself a tear

I’d give it an automatic reset

So that it would never be in need of repair

***

If I could sculpt myself a tear

I would never create it

Cold

And salty

Like

This wicked world