My broken heart melted like butter
when the heat of your love hit me.
My soal soared out of the gory gutter
where my ex pretender plunged me.
Lead me to the pinacle of your heart
where life and love beam sweet rays...
Rid me of the pains that tore me apart,
and let your desires drench my days.
I used to love for the wrong reasons;
lured by fair faces and fluffy figures...
I was taught bittersweet lessons...
till you offered me timeless treasures.
My broken heart melted like butter...
when your sun crept into my room...
You saved me from a cruel clutter
and gave me glow for my gloom.
Categories:
soal, allusion,
Form: Rhyme
frantic talent
among willow shadows
capsized boats
in trawls meshes
the spiders spinning brocades
lights at the window
someone waiting for us
an ardent desire floating in the air
set free
the moon soal wandering
a cock
sifting the stars with kikeriki
in the lake full of waterlilies
waves of silvery clouds putting out the night lantern
slowly the dawn caressing the forehead
under the feather sole
bridges lines
can be seen
far away beings coming nearer through
their hearts accord strikes
contrasts
deepening disappearing
in a continuous back and forth
a wind shaking the white chrysanthemums
the cottages hats appearing from the fog
though it is hot
autumn stitch
shaking the nut trees
the fisherman’s wife is alone
all over baked apples steam
unhealed wounds
weeps towards the murky sky
at the poor’s gate
there is an icons painter
getting a bowl of food
with the love colours
the trees and sky are painted
my friend
I give you a tear
of its light
( translated by Margareta Mioc)
Categories:
soal, inspirational, september,
Form: Lyric
You come home late agian another time.
Smelling like cheap perfume and cheap red wine.
You caress my cheek with touches so soft.
Touching my shirt, slowly taking it off.
It isn't the first time you have done this.
Always coming home, face full of bliss.
I know what your doing, your touches are toxic.
But I love you so much, I feel helpless to stop it.
To be second rate, and feeling your fake passion.
Your killing me softly, your my hearts assassin.
This is all you want whenever you come home.
You get what you want, then leave me alone.
I just want you to love me like I do you.
But I'm in denial, as it wont come true.
You finally stop, but your too drunk to see.
All my tears that refuse to leave me.
You turn the other way, and go to bed.
No words uddered, nothing was said.
Apparently my soal, to you, isn't so caustly.
Because even you know your killing me softly.
Categories:
soal, angst, me, love, me,
Form: Rhyme
I stand alone from everyone.
In the dark morning shadow, cast down by a tree.
It's long branches lingering above,
reaching out to touch me.
I wait for a ride, with my hands down by my side.
The breeze comes, singing in the tree.
Sweeping its way towards me.
Its cold.
Yes very infuriatingly cold.
It crawls up my skin and sends...
little prickles.
My flesh freezing to the slightest touch.
Unable to move much.
I feel bitter, for I hate the cold.
It makes me feel old.
For I am forced to remember, the old life I once lived.
The things I had to give.
The words left unsaid.
The long ago snowy starry nights, full of porch and street lights.
Yes I remember very clearly, those dreadful long and lonely nights.
I had my sister to keep me company, but no father.
For he would always be mad.
Mad at me, mad at to whom or what I might turn out to be.
I hated him and with him, I hated the cold.
The cold, that now sinks deep within my flesh and into my soal.
Dedicated to my Bastered father
Categories:
soal, childhood, father, loss, nature,
Form: Narrative
your face is rotting just like your soal
you hunger for brains, or so i'm told
you chase Innocent people for pleasure
you want just death, no treasure
you live to kill, even though your dead
maggots are holding together your head
your arms swing limply from side to side
as you feast on human flesh outside
there are more of you than me now
making a crowd
i close my eyes and scream
you rip me apart, seem to seem
i am one of you now
running outside around empty houses
i see my next victim
so i go and get them
then you are next...
Categories:
soal, me,
Form: Rhyme
cycles of pitiful emotions
do we know the minds of the hurt and lost
euphoric melancholy for some
a look into the minds of the so called brave
is it criminal or insanity
the broken arrow that wields the bondage of the meek
couragous is none
cross the borders of weekness
and weild your own sword
cut the cord that binds you
and follow none but thy own heart and soal
find your heirophant
Categories:
soal, visionary
Form: I do not know?
A kiss from heaven,
under the street light,
lost in ignorance among men in the street life,
cant break free,
for me heaven is a thug lost in the street life,
drugs and violence,
sex and thieves lost in the rush of the streets,
all we ever knew,
for us life was done before we were threw,
it will end were it all began,
walking the endless road,
truth and justice we will never behold,
in life never warm always cold,
endless nights and days never a happy medium,
in a cold way,
look into our eyes there is no soal,
only endless darkness to unbearable to behold,
the cost of eternity to survive,
only one option rob another for there life,
endless swerving in a downward spiral to the end twist and turn,
were will it all end,
to much to handle like Russian roulette lost in a life you will never forget
Categories:
soal, angst, death, inspirational, peace,
Form: I do not know?