Best Souly Poems
Above the sky
Is a dream
That comes to my
Distant shore.
Here's a little, formula ,
I hope all. Can
Endure.
Keep your dreams
Nurish them.
Compound it in
Your soul.
Seal it in a destiny
Box,
forever you Will hold.
Confine & patent it,
Replace it in your mind
Preserve & restore it
True love you, will find
Meditate, with prayers
Keep it refreshed,
Revived & new.
No matter how diminished
At times,
Dreams do follow through.
Let not age, gender, race or
Where your from.
Hinder you.
Never believe, for a second
Its unattainable.
Channel, create, & formulate
The self esteem, in you.
No matter how simply small
Or enormously big it may be.
Throw it in the stratosphere
For all the stars to see.
Memorize, emancipate, your
Own prophecy.
The destiny is self fullfilled
If only you believe.
Think with an open heart,
There's something, out there
To achieve.
Come in humble spirits,
It is there for you.
Keep dreams to yourself
Bind it to your core.
Never relinquish the dream
You have.
Keep it safe & secure.
This is the most important
Detail, I must say to you.
As selfish, as it may seem.
To hold a fragile dream in
Your palms,
Can be destroyed, before
It starts.
When verbally rendered
In the wrong hands
May take away that
Special chance.
For it is meant to be
Gods gracious gift,
Indefinitely
Created souly for you!!!
I do not need a twitter
or any of your tweets.
Your fancy social networks
are souly for the geeks.
Fore you see,
I have a bird's nest on my head
and I go a tweeting every single day.
When I walk, the birds are tweeting.
When I sleep, the birds are tweeting.
They are pecking at my face.
It's all worth it in the end;
to be the man with bird nests on his head,
being told to go away.
...But I wouldn't have it any other way
because without me, they'd be dead.
Come to see the Eagles Nest so I could feel
One more time that wondrous spiritual ordeal
Longing to see the Eagle pair soar so high
Against the paleness of the brightest sky
Ever upwards they go near out of sight
Join their claws and with all their might
Becoming one that moment in time
Their feathered bodies move souly entwined
They Plummet towards Earth and not very slow
A downward spiral there they will go
Speeding heads down like a flash of light
Spinning ever faster and diving while they unite
Just when you think they're going to crash
And on the ground leave all of their trash
They split back into two and lift away
To do it all over again on another day
Note: This is how wild Eagles mate. It is called the Death Dive. I have been fortunate to see
this once in my lifetime. An awesome sight to behold! I am on a vision quest to experience
this again and have been stalking an Eagle pairs nest at Yellow Dog on Sabine River close to
where I live on TX. Day before yesterday I took a trip there when this poem was inspired.
Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson
Written by 2/2/2010
I FIND IT HILARIOUSLY SADDENING
THAT EVEN TO THIS DAY...
MY STILL FURTIVELY PURSUES HISTORY
AS IF IT WILL HELP THE FUTURE
HINDERING ON SEEMS LIKE
A LIFE LONG GOAL
ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE TO ENVISION YET ALONE ATTEMPT
BUT
HOPEFULLY-
THOUGH I DOUBT, FAITH WILL GET ME THERE.
I'VE BEEN LIVING WITH SHADOWS OF DARK BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES OF US
AND ECHOES OF OUR LOST BUT TREASURED LOVE
FOR HOURS TOO
INFINITE TO NUMB-ERRRRRRRRR...
EMIGRATION WOULD BE THE ONLY ROUTE TO CLEANSING MY SOUL
THOUGH MY HEART SOULY UNDERSTANDS THAT ONLY
YOUR LOVE
CAN REHABILITATE ME
CURSES ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL SO
MEETING YOU WAS NOT ONE
ATTACHMENT IS HUMANLY AND
I AM NOT MADE OF STEEL
LOVING YOU IS STRANGE
NOT BECAUSE I'M NOT USED TO IT,OH NO!
BUT BECAUSE I'M SO FAMILIAR WITH IT
THAT I NEEDN'T NOTHING LESS THAN IT
NOR SLIGHT INCHES MORE THAN IT...
FOR YOUR LOVE
IS MY COMFORT ZONE.
Not a penny to my name, but a smile on my face nonetheless
Alone in this world all have betrayed me, can't stop laughin'
No chance to escape the madness of this evil world,
But that won't bring me down.
Dead summer heat brings out the beast in the most pure of saints
A frequent flow of sweat will drive the inner child to horrible acts
Take the time to smell and stomp the roses into the ground,
This day can't get any better.
I sometimes wonder how the fall of man came to pass
The devil made me do it just isn't a valid excuse anymore
Corruption of coorperations for the almighty dollar bill,
Sit back and enjoy the ride.
To have a dream today is all you need some say
And hard work is the only thing to do to achieve it
When you live in a world that is a constant nightmare,
Nighty-nite. Sleep tight to you all.
The straight-laced have now taken over the free earth
Lie to our faces all the while with prosthetic smiles pasted on
Wars started to fill the citizens of D.C.'s pockets,
Democracy is the greatest invention.
Understand mind you I'm not trying to be the pessimist here
I have all it takes to be the kindest person in history
Qualifications for popularity are souly demonic,
And that is what brings a man down.
Discussed varying views-of the Lord today.
Joe I belive His name; gentle-man I believe truly... yes... .
Don't all wish to be... ?
Full of goodness-graciousness though maybe-timely.
Tide-souly to security I suspected given in-the offering, "but that's just me... ."
Watching-folks walking by; saw felt this yes-you know-the trembling voice; hesitance of the
hand as we-prayed,
"Oh God Jahova" He prayed, just-as I did for him; he for me given my request-yes.
I for the blessedness to bless protect secure him; all he loved... would endure-endeavor for.
We talked of our faith, talked-of Gods mercy-perfect-goodness, grace... .
African American man walked by-asked for moneys-some yes; for food I guessed I don't
know truly could not as I looked at him-suppose.
I reached; so my pocket was full-my heart then willing-yes... he-looked homeless... hungry.
Being this way my self at the moment-having eaten-yes blessed enough to eat, I pulled out a-
dollar-offered-he accepted, His thank you in his eyes... murmured from his lips my direction.
Joe a witness himself, I having to go to court for public intoxication-today at 9:00am, or so I
thought-yes... .
He stated the faith doesn't allow us to carry funds, (he was carrying pamphlets of faith,
proclaiming what they were, what they-would... could another bring).
He stated "Hey that was nice; James"... .
He most assuredly would have done the same-maybe-more-I know, had it not it been for the
teachings of His faith... I believe-limiting-him thereby... .
We cordially said our goodbye's (I told him I had to run off to court).
As I went to go I saw a lady that had been witnessing the whole thing-she smiled tenderly, I
winked back.
He had said "James that was nice" I said well he needed it and being homeless myself-well I
know what it is like-yes?
It turns out after checking my court time, it is at 12:30pm, not at 9:00am, plenty of time to
write this; yes... .
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Cracking little splinters,
My heart is made of wood.
This pain that fills my chest,
can no longer be withstood.
I screwed up,
This I can't deny,
But I love you even now,
As you make me cry.
Somehow life keeps moving,
And I'm Forced to walk along.
But the pain I feel keeps growing,
And I can't simply move on.
Oh terrible silence,
Bane of faint-of-heart,
I don't know how to walk along,
With a knife in me so sharp.
You cant make up your mind,
And anger fills your gaze,
I see your desperation,
But can't fix it in my haze.
Dead in heart and head alike,
Each minute of the silence,
Drives deeper in the spike.
I hurt for you I hurt for you,
Cannot you plainly see?
I know the cause of this big mess,
Rests souly in the hands of me.
I said i would prtect,
Hold close and keep you safe.
Now towards your "protector",
You look with only hate.
I'm sorry for the mess I've caused,
I'm why your in this state,
But to "move on" or "love"?
All I can do is wait.
Clutching to your dead hand. You were the only man I ever did love. But when we
got in that fight...my life crumbled down. If that wasn't enough you stomped on my
barely breathing heart. No long could I take it. With a rope in one hand and a
dagger in the other I came to find you. But in the end I ended up pulling it too tight.
So tight...so tight I can still see the life pour from your blank eyes. Not only have I
lost my lover, my partner, my enemy, and my sweet heart, but now I will be forever
reminded of it. The police drag me away from you as I scream and cling to the last
part of you I have left. Forever will I pay the price. The price of taking a life which
was never souly mine.
-Kallie Mason
I always go that extra mile
just to try and make you smile
but no matter how hard I try
I always seem to make you cry
Tears fall from your eyes
like raindrops fall from the skies
You say that you can't help but to feel
that my love for you is not real
I've devoted my heart souly to you
but all I ever do is make you blue
So as I leave don't ask me why
Do me a favor, and for me don't cry
I want you to go on and find someone
And let your feelings for me be done
I can't handle seeing you hurt inside
because by rules I don't know how to abide
So as time will eventually fly
Do me a favor, and for me don't cry...
Do you want?
NO!
A puppy?
YES!
Do you want to
NO!
Go to your friend Susan's?
Yes, I guess I do.
Do you want
NO
Living with me is really fun.
You can ask your husband.
He calls me his 9-year-old boy.
My first answer is always no.
I have a bit of an excuse.
It was 1973; I was taking an assertiveness training class.
the other women were skittish when paired up with me
until the instructor admitted that I'm on probation now,
and none of the ones I had flung, kicked, or smacked had been hurt, really badly.
Saying no was big in my family
of origin who perpetually used it, and you had
better supply excuses like crazy too.
I had to stand in front of a
mirror and practice that
up to two hours a day,
so I could get some of my
"me" time back.
I have it pat now, folks.
A magic unicorn came to visit on a Tuesday.
She was pretty but alas a smoker.
She came up behind us as we were
thnk-talking via telepathy and stuff.
said you are supposed to
be enjoying your fire-truck car, and your bubble machine.
And "throwing a ball in the house," I screamed with pure delight, feeling a beach, without any mean.
We really truly souly need less lessons and more play for thee,
I tell this gravelly-voiced unicorn. Man, his eyes are a pretty blue!
So from now on this is how it has to be:
Do you want?
NO!
A fire truck?
Hell,yes,please!
My me time is back
in full, happy, excited force.
I have it pat now, folks.
Let's go shopping!
Eleven children run toward the car,
which is curious as I only have 10 grandchildren.
You entertain me as i watch you pray to the porcelin god,
As you heave an heave trying to hold me down,pathetic,what a waste,
I enjoy how much destruction i can do to you,
IM much appreciative for all the sacrifices you've made for ME!!!!
Countless good jobs,the family an friends you deeply loved,
Especially the ones you turned against you,
Because of your untrustworthy an inexcusable actions,
You gave them all up for ME!!!!
For that i am forever grateful....
Words cant describe the respect i have for the loyalty you have for ME!!!!
You've sacrificed all the beautiful things in life,
And devoted yourself souly and completely to ME!!!!
But dont fret,worry or despair my friend,
For on me you can always depend,
And after all thats been lost in your life,,
You can bet i'll keep taking even more,
iI'll keep you in a living hell,
And im gonna keep your body,mind soul an spirit,
For i wont be satisfied untill you are dead MY FRIEND!!!!
LOVE ALWAYS,
YOUR ADDICTION!!!!!!!!!!!!
friendly faces in the eyes of those I have not met
familiar touches in new found fingers still not well known.
all seem unimportant when I imagine....
dreams of the sheer ecstasy of your phantom touch
quivers of pleasures my body has not yet felt by you or any other.
feelings felt and words spoken only meant for souly you
intimate details reveal themselves, drawn out of me by your smooth tongue and soft lips.
those three words that mean so much show me the entirity if their meaning
tangled in with lust and devotion.
unfamiliar whirlwind of consciousness, emotions
all I have left to say
the only thing left to say
I love you
To the one that wrote who's quoted
Sipping java sung not noted
Others in lime being doted
posed doyley
Light they soke in dark you wrote it
credit souly
Fate being fate you are poet /Rime Couee
I want to be manipulated
and made into
The River's self-consciousness
cleansed and new with every bend
so that I may be
Souly Yours.
on leaving home:
i have learned to count souly on myself
cause if i fail
i have only one person to blame
MYSELF