|
|
|
|
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 9/26/2009 12:17:47 AM | I wish that I was there
as one of us will succumb
in this takeover
otherwise I will become
a makeover
tonite | |
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 9/27/2009 1:11:47 PM | believe.
for there in you, of oceans view
do I glimpse immortal tide
that ebbs to flow, yet seen by few
heaven, within those eyes.
a piano keyed, an autumn's breath
a waltz by pale moonlight
here we're held, not ever left
nor alone those mourning nights.
a fragrant scent, where lips brush souls
naked, we kneel to stars
hand in hand, one voice to fold
a love transcending scars.
this path we tread, by open arms
through fields that sway the dream
her image held, where none could harm
a friend, that each we lean.
not moments writ, but eternity
could you fall here to my chest?
her spirit such, that serenity
is found by joining flesh.
a soft white rose, that blooms to red
of divinity, I am shown
a tear falls slow, no words are said
her kiss speaks, welcome home.
~R~ | |
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 9/27/2009 2:55:22 PM | Poetry is my heroin
each word released
sets me back into ecstasy
my eyes get weak
my body weighs down
as words flow across the screen
words from my heart
my mind, my memory
my thoughts, my dreams
my world disappears
the bills, the stress
the love, hate and fears
I'm alone with my poetry
I'm in love with my drug | |
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 9/28/2009 11:36:10 PM | Poetry is my heroine antaw-ni -weete
my heroine poet-esse fills a shallow, lacking
place with care and concern; twisting stems - inferring
like, sweet grass, panicles stupidly bowed toward,
the shallow part of dawn | |
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 9/30/2009 7:45:45 AM | Peel my skin from my hairline down my forehead
Roll it down just a little bit more
Pull it from my face and down my neck
Off my shoulders and stretched off my chest
Take it all off
As I stand there naked of skin
Will you be happy to read my insides
Just reach in and take my heart
Dig deep in my cavities and you may find my soul
Take me apart and bottle me up
In little labelled jars that reflect your love
I’ll only have eyes for you
My heart will be in your hand
My lips will be yours for eternity to kiss
Peel my skin from head to toe
In so doing my soul you’ll know
My heart you’ll capture in the rapture
Of your obsession with possessions | |
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 10/1/2009 6:23:53 PM | white on black.
indignity was the pillars crushing, behold
a reasoning unjust testify spirit yet
prophetic strands still permanent salvation as
we rise the eighth glass to the lip of gods.
measure all thereof, six pearls too
the measure of a man, lingering
soiled streets overcometh by the great
whore temples weeping.
in servitude hollow seed arise
the first angel diseased
righteous vials fall severed heads
islands flee, dead maketh war.
nothing is the secret of candle sticks leaning
your lying, among thorns tiding faith
he sayeth unto me I wear, fuck em
fruit by personification, kneeling.
~R~ | |
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 10/1/2009 7:52:24 PM | windy blue morning
down comforter awaits nights
warmed by stilled longings
melancholia
shades sun with nebulous mists
rose glasses fall off
metal bucket plinks
with rhythm of silver skies
precipitate moods
tears are prisms
through which rainbows
burst and burgeon...
golden at heads and tails
L | |
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 10/1/2009 8:57:33 PM | I have been reading you for a long time thruthisee...good shit!!!
I will try to riff off of you...you make it too easy...
there was a man, who saw and yet didn't see
he walked among the forest
walked among the sea
walked in the desert
trying to imagine
what could be
dreams within a dream
old echoes of edgar, p0e
feeling weak
strong
yet wandering
yet the still sea conspires
in armor
dead echoes of jim
it still sees
weakness
strength
waiting to be
released
will you or i awaken
the warrior soul
is the warrior soul
dead
sometimes
I
wonder
crash
overwhelm
yet
still
needing
yet
still
forgiving
that
intricate
wanting
to
feel
like
you
belong | |
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 10/3/2009 9:12:06 AM | Belong in just being
Free to surrender to or fight that which we behold
Questioning
Pondering
Accepting
Forgiving
Nay say to the harshness of our own protective stance
Dancing to melodies pure and true only to be sidestepped by the discord others choose to release into the ether of the atmosphere
Atmosperes of contempt and malice
Bitterness curled and writhing on a deadening vine
Careful where you step as newlife springs forth even amongst the decay
 | |
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 10/13/2009 6:15:54 PM | a body of lies.
on a park bench along manchester ave, I
dry heaved over the tired skin of a lover's
breath, tore from edges to pile against
the non-conforming branches of a word.
stark visages compiled wholes by the write
on barstools angels play the tune of Sodom
now swore to the pleasure-fest of eternity's collapse
I digressed, by the tonic of sylvia's blade.
winter's blowing, the seasonal whore goddess is bending
lips spread, thighs wide demanding a fevered plunge of
thought upon thought, spewed from the ethers of a promised
regret we all face, when the page is defiled.
my desk is over-run by the shards of servitude, blank
heart and mind delivering the continuum of
a poet's vise, who and why lean precariously close to
the belief eyes are watching, enthralled.
the pretense shudders, ink drains the vessel, down
isles the worms gather to forage the root, I
reverberate with the voice of old ghosts, the ones
compelling dissension amongst the ranks, of gods.
r. | |
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 10/14/2009 8:33:08 AM | r.
I hope that, as we never page 300, you will still continue to share your talent with the rest of us who contribute to this thread.
I recall you saying you were going to continue until you hit page 300.
Hopefully you will continue sharing.
Beth | |
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 10/14/2009 9:00:08 PM | t
r
u
t
h
i see
hazily
in my mind
never knowing
anything clearly
but loving completely
because life is to be lived
and enjoyed... it was here
that i learned to express my
emotions without apology
but simply...thank
you, rob~
(if that was my boob is would be a lot more saggy!!!...truth..i see!!) | |
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 10/16/2009 9:20:52 AM | waters meander
over star moss into fields-
misunderstanding
paint bucket falling
from ladder onto my head-
misunderstanding
dyslexia stumps
even the best novelists
editors are gods
 | |
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 10/16/2009 9:44:50 AM | Editors are gods...
for they would have enough sense
to dismiss my fantasies
pull the reality out of me
and force me to focus
on something
other than
his eyes... | |
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 10/16/2009 4:07:25 PM |
Editors are gods...
for they would have enough sense
to dismiss my fantasies
pull the reality out of me
and force me to focus
on something
other than
his eyes...
babe...just the opposite.
his eyes hold
and reflect
realities and fantasies
nectar of the gods
fright of mere goddesses
and behind it all...
the truth of your soul.
~L~ | |
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 10/16/2009 11:43:20 PM | only blue is fragile and only green is forgiving
only gold hovers above your bed and time
now nothing more can be defined in any case
except what lies outside, and apparent,
today stink bugs, it was very warm,
i suspect they have wings, sensors,
and I pushed the bottle a bit to make it
also apparent in my mind
that you would be please to be with me
bergamot, sensor, that late frost made the sage
turn around, now the grass appears, brilliant again | |
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 10/21/2009 6:36:10 PM | pppphhhhhttttttt.
I walked.
unto thy earth did I offer such
thought, torn
by the alley of dark, impersonal endeavor
stilled in the deep forest
that come to tide, upon the seasoning of a palm.
all of beauty might fail
to glimpse again within your eyes
I have loved, the deepest seed to this chest
wept by seas, tied upon the ocean of a soul.
find measure to the sky
that drifts to evermore
beyond his sight of fevered need
that all of flame would seek
now the crushing shore
wholly by the ebb and flow
evermore of fingers that beseech.
writ, greed so placed upon I hollow
happenstance
her breath, placed soft when cheek to cheek
is my lover, a voice, I cannot reach
and like the fuck
I would.
~R~ | |
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 10/21/2009 7:20:56 PM | | Realization of counterproductive thoughts on the most basic level | |
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 10/21/2009 7:33:11 PM | ...."wept by seas, tied upon the ocean of a soul"....
your words take hold
undefined they stroke my mind
letting go
floating
lulled by waves beneath me
feeling ocean support me
then bury me | |
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 10/21/2009 9:34:15 PM | bitter cold the snow moon rises on his
sands, the ebb strand fresh, wet with memories.
precious in your pocket, the sandollar
white that shines, and wet the star of seas
what wiggles free and out of hand ...she, lost,
spoke to the moon and it answered for thee.
still you sing of sun and follow it low
in the sky, until its color wanes and
all reflection in her eyes lies dying in yours;
or do you care that beach sand harbors glass?
my favorite moon -and do you call it
melancholy -as light passes through her
scrap of sky what breathes when low the moon falls,
as orange as maple leaves what flutter.
the new moon lies rising void in its path;
darkness creeps into her skies filled with wrath.
~L~ | |
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 10/22/2009 12:38:52 AM | written in blood
touching a cord deep within
may not have shared as much addiction
but then who's kidding who
when we each know our own affliction
just because no book written labels you ill
does not mean there's not an imbalance still
for we all have tasted blood in our youth
the dark sides of life changing our view of truth
altering existence despite resistance
and though we might write, sing and dance
and smile when given the chance
there's a deep darkness within
where light's never been
so all our life
with a torch very bright
we search for the cave
where our soul has been saved
edited version of something written 10/4/09 | |
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 10/22/2009 2:34:53 AM | "Enlightening"
Subtle was her demeanor
Svelte in clothes chosen
Quietly thundering
Hidden not, sensuality
Fires contained, burning
Flashed lightening
Her eyes, seen
Spellbound
Irresistible, drawn
Moth like to flame
Hapless, uncontrolled
Essence fragrant, yet raw
Pungent, tasteful, desired
Lifeblood flowed
In body, in spirit, desire
Hungered, spirit salivated
Pleasuring, softness, held, hard
Thundering tremors, touched
Spirited, caressed, restrictions fell
Floor bound, preparation flight
Savouring tastes of pungent honey
Lightening flashed in quieted thunder
Touching, savouring, storms released...
Rhythms of the rain...
Thunderstorm.
She is beautiful. | |
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 10/28/2009 12:50:49 PM | for a soothing soul...I happen to know
incense
This grate,
of hardened black slate
upon which mind did lay
flared open
exposed boundaries
crushed these creases
which collided unbound
to waft
against another mind
which stood so brilliant
I had watched
from smudged corners
unfelled until
unfolded before an alter
of insatiate craving
that knew
not just the wetted flesh
but simple understanding
and it is upon these
aromatic ashes
that I rest
~E~ | |
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 10/28/2009 6:58:59 PM | 
believe me.
not even the cylindrical nature of all time found
in the deep bleeding eye required by perpetual
non-belief stood to the maelstorm that drew
dark lines salivating over witless centers.
it was in clouds the smoke blew, a benevolent
swarming, crushing veins while glasses turned in
circles, like the way she danced from the end
of a bar secrets came to die.
4/5ths from nowhere grasping bones, I
laid in fields the animal grinds, teeth glinting as
scraping long claws by a whore cumming to the wild
understanding life is but a gift, wholly.
still I gather storms massing hard, impersonal fucking
edges flexing impossible angles dialed from a first grade
implosion the words bring, a sheepish reminder that
all of life can burn when the remnants share regret.
now the looseness is spilling mountains in blinded
script, a waterfall bursting as freed emotions let
me take you within the seasoned abyss that allows
these fingertips to again, brush the soul of a poet.
~R~ | |
|
| Old Souls......only
Posted: 10/29/2009 7:28:43 PM | searching for inspiration
i found your words
painting watercolors
in my mind
splashes of acrylics
on monets lilies
like jackson in a frenzy...
and dali's clocks melting
into the caverns of
my soul | |
|
|
| Page 259 of 261
|
221, 222, 223, 224, 225, 226, 227, 228, 229, 230, 231, 232, 233, 234, 235, 236, 237, 238, 239, 240, 241, 242, 243, 244, 245, 246, 247, 248, 249, 250, 251, 252, 253, 254, 255, 256, 257, 258, 259, 260, 261 |
|
Home
login 
