Soul. Poems - Poems about Soul.

Whispering sweet desires in tears that flow like honey through the shattered soul

Whispering sweet desires in tears that flow like honey through the shattered soul,
Giggling, we forget if we laugh or cry in this dance of sacred madness,
The sweet navel of the world tastes so good when the tongue of memories touches it,
How do these fragile and eternal moments lead us directly into the heart of this

Let Your Soul Be Seen

I cannot see the essence of thee,
Yet in thy deepest mystery lies reality.
Not with my eyes but with my heart I see,
Truth is inside of me.

The chaos of this illusionary life is blinding,
Yet still unwinding.
Within my inner solitude, I could be finding,
My authentic self is revealing, reminding.

All peace is in wholeness and unity,
Not in living

ruins of soul

Wreckage of moments thoughts
born in the space of actions
Reactions to the stimulation
Expressions, expectations
Ruined little things, broken
Alone, a cry sold in old
Scattered around after a war's toil
Hear the rage far and away drone
I walk in the ruins of soul
I feel forgotten in foreign soil
The drifting of imagery 
Pressing the fragments 
Shards hard into skin
Forsaken forbearing fringes

The Journey Within

 
 “The Path towards REMEMBERING is not for the weak. It is priceless. Move inwards, without faltering & know that you are held.” Poet
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journey within is strewn with jagged edges
    and jewels
both can lead to detours 
walking a straight and narrow path one 
      traverses own

What Makes My Soul Roar

NOT BASELESS IS 

Not baseless is the ocean’s roar, the build up to that bass before 
it all comes crashing into shore, foaming it draws back for more
I’m sure that there are high notes too, perhaps too high for our purview
but to the sound of rock and roll, I find that sea has taken soul

By

When the Soul Holds a Brush

I once saw a soul hold a brush—
when my eyes first fell in love
with the Sistine Chapel ceiling.
Michelangelo, with the sweep of his hand,
took me through space and time,
into a cathedral of bliss
painted upon the heavens.

When I dreamed of the Mona Lisa,
and tasted the silence
of The Last Supper,
I woke asking—
Was Leonardo da Vinci a man,
or

soul forest

within your forest 
quartz light from your gallant eyes 
surround my ocean 

breathing devotions
my thoughts quiver as earthquakes 
whispers wishes blush 

my soul faints daily 
your robust masculine trees 
my candle mind melts 

wooden bough branches 
build stalwart starry cabins 
from your midnight pen 

wanting fervor waves 
carve sculptures within in my sands
mists around your

Why? - Tune of our mortal coil

The tunes of my cries goes
Why the breathe, the life?
A question that has creapt its way in and taken root into my very soul
At times a wail but mostly a cry to be freed of it all

Why?

No recollection of a choice but here i breath
So fluid life goes yet i fight the reality of conciousness
A

Assisted Stars

Stars watch me in my sleep
Sleep in the endless deep
Deep dark swallows my soul
Soul beaten in the dark so full
Full of nothing, just a simple void
Void wins, my light destroyed
Destroyed light but not my wisdom
Wisdom gives greater clarity than any other system
System gone, but not my understanding
Understanding now, void has no standing
Standing with no body,

My soul was killing my flaws

I look at my soul killing its flaws. I appreciate it and let it do so. But when I came back to earth to show them a perfect human, I realized my mistakes made me who I am. Without my flaws, I am just a perfect human—but not me.

GOOD MORNING SOUL

GOOD MORNING SOUL  next

Good morning soul,
Today, I’m going to write
You a poem my mind
Suggested to me last night.

Relax, my soul,
This poem will be
One of joyous tears
Of the two sons, I miss;
Sons that gave me such bliss:-

This poem flows itself with keloid 
Memories of those loving times,
Canvassing how God could
Could have so pleasingly 
Wanted them

The Dreaming

(“And Dream of Sheep”, 2018, original encaustic)

The Dreaming

At our core we’re all the same
An awareness being in a world of confusion
Good/bad, happy/sad,
Distracted/focused, lost/found
Each of us wrapped in layers
Trying our best to express ourselves
Within the superficial 
Caught like a fly in a web
Sleep walking through thick air
Paddling upstream endlessly
A marriage of body and soul
For better or

Seeds Of The Soul

In our souls lie all the seeds,
Waiting patiently to meet our needs.
Soulfully waiting for us to choose,
For us to use or abuse.

We plant our seeds in our garden of life,
The seeds we choose will bring joy and strife.
Many we’ll plant, but all will not flourish,
Much depends on how much we nourish.

Some that are planted will

Our Soul

  Line of Inquiry :  ' The essence in us in the same as the essence in the Sun.'

           Soul is dweller of our heart 
          Feel the ecstasy and essence.
   

Soul

I got a soul that resides within me
I tap at it from within
And I see
Oh how much I see.

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