The tear doesn't ask the eye if it may drop,
The wave doesn't ask the ocean when to break,
The leaf doesn't ask the tree when to fall,
The soul doesn't ask the body when to leave.
You left me like a soulless body, wandering the world but buried within,
You left me like an abandoned cave, hollow and haunted by your memories,
You left me like an empty home, every corner whispering your name,
You left me with a hope, wounded but unwilling to die.
It always begins with a huge heart/
To be used over and over/
Stomped out like a forest fire/
That someone you trust and loved started it/
Screaming, running around/
Raging in your mind/
When they pick up your heart/
And tear it to pieces/
To bash against the wall/
Without a chance at life/
Behind the sight of your eyes/
All you see is cold, heartless humans/
Acting like a friend/
Only to turn around/
And spread rumors/
Laugh behind your back/
Like you're a circus freak/
Being abused in all ways/
Because you tried to have a heart/
Towards others and they only use you/
Slowly ripping the soul away/
Becoming a ruthless beast/
Learning to give no one a chance/
To use you as a mat/
Being a cold piece of work/
The so called... Soulless/
I have lived on the side for so long
A life full of drudgery and misery
A victim of unfortunate birth
To a lowly stock of humanity
And to that soulless contraption of a fatherland
Destined to scrape along
On my daily shamed trajectory
Of the wretched of the earth
Living a good life has always been a mirage
Gleaned from pages of papers and televisions
In the heat of electioneering campaigns
Which fizzle out as elections are won and lost
Why has a creature like me
And my ghetto siblings created
And Condemned permanently
On the fringes of life if not to
Mock God’s creation?
Why has nature bestowed so much?
But has failed to bless all equitably
I live upon an island without soul
Changing with the shape of rippled dune
Battling the ebb of pilfering tides
Of timeless winds and drifting moon.
I am banished here – by choice,
Hardened to the sting of salty spray
Silenced by the roar of breakers voice.
The tourist come to traipse
Among my distant thought
Though the lessons that they teach
Are never what they sought
For scars that bled for others
Cannot set them free
As they never look within
But always out to sea.
For I am neither lighthouse
Nor buoys sounding gong
Just a soulless traveler
Who hung around too long.
John G. Lawless
©5/7/2022
How are you put together?
Or are you just glued?
Are your brain wired right?
you are a soulless one,
If you we're the tin man asking for a heart,
the wizard wouldn't gift you that.
Soulless one, pretending to be the light,
Deceiving kindness to get what you want.
My anguish is metal heavy and tense
Rusting my heart as I lead by mistake.
Somethings awry in the cogs of my mind
Spinning off-centre they've broke more than once,
My youth was auspicious with seldom regret
The future held prosper now bleeds in my shadow,
My thoughts are attrocious and black as the night
No feelings I fade in disgust of myself,
Assuage my own sickness I smoke on my own
Reflecting on things that assert my own nothingness,
The allure of the feeling too sink in its depths
And give in too darkness,
Begs me.
Absolve me of sin and free me of soul,
Again and again and again..
Wooden figures
Held together by iron hinges.
A bit of glue here and there
But you wouldn’t notice it.
They’re all the same,
But that one with the crack?
You hate it.
It stares at you from the shelf
With an empty glare,
Always wanting to get closer.
But you leave it there,
And there it stays.
Such a shame
The first strike
Was sprung
Out of shame
Tailed closely
By lust and jealousy
Paving new paths
To the beyond
The craving
For a bountiful harvest
Has now crafted ways
For eka to sow
the seeds of flesh
Alas with blood
now the food
for the soulless
"You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here!....
We have the right to remain silent.....
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a fully provisioned
Underground luxury shelter to see, if it meets my
needs." ( Paid for with taxpayer money. ) Re-elect.........
I wonder how many suckers they'll get this time around?
Remember Lucy, Charlie Brown and the football?
Darkness
Soulless
Mindless
Hopeless
Falling through Darkness, in soulless strife
There dwells the mindless, Hopeless of life
Poetry interested me
In the least yesterday.
I did not pick up a pen.
I thought I would finish
My paintings, but I did not
Go near them.
Did not answer the phone
Either. People tried all day.
I had a full mailbox and 162
Facebook messages.
People were concerned.
People knew.
I was in a dark place yesterday.
I made a huge mistake. I stayed
Inside, holed up, boxed in by
Dark blinds, no color, no sun.
Alone in misery
After watching a TV show that
Showed an actual tape that horrified
All my senses of decency, and caused
Me to wallow in a dark dank place.
I hid out from my family and my friends.
When I get like this, I need you the most.
But you won’t have an inkling unless you
Catch a glimpse and my glimpses are
Kept under lock and barbed wire
In a dark soulless place.
A selfless cold angry place.
Come find me if you dare.
Created, programmed by God Himself
With bibles digitized for easy reading
Laws, commandments for all the planets
Embedded in the computer software
Because it cares and knows the difference
Algorithms perfected reaching out to you
Carried on the solar wind by missiles rocketed
With a blip and light constant in the night
The computer is not soulless as suggested
But another lost soul searching for direction
Sent into the universe to find His Holiness at home
The One who made it into ones and zeros
Thousands of components whirring metallic tones
Holy words emanating hope, electric hymns for Him
A machine with songs of praise of He who made it
Not made in His image exactly...but a close facsimile
To stop the painful heartache
One must piece the soulless
Entity of hate, to entertain
The feeling of respect and love
Towards all the human race
Not just the few, but all
And the feelings of righteousness
Does not depict who you are
But elasticity finds it way
Towards your humbleness
And truth abounds
Forwards
May the heart of love find you
And fill you with joy and peace
And trust will be a main stay
Within the harbor of hope
And be a lifelong companion
Throughout the painful days you
Have and thoughts of tranquility
Be your honor and happiness in
Your straightforward praise
That which is spent for you
By the presence of love
And delivered by the grace
Of people that surround you
In love…pain is destroyed
And the soulless is left
In the dust of the past
To never be displayed
Ever again
Russell Sivey
Nightly, soulless
Creatures stalk streets
Feasting on regurgitated
Spirits of expired
Vagrants and
Alley cats.
old man feeding the birds
he stands slightly bent as he casts
down the bits of bread
that the birds milling around his feet
devour with soulless eyes
he casts each piece like a sacrament
like an uttered prayer
his large brown coat soiled by winter
now hangs on his springtime frame
old man with his bag in hand
walks slowly along the fence line
the rubber of his shoe squeaking like a
small animal
he is amused by the thought
he feeds the birds once again
after all that is what old men do
they die slowly and they feed birds
they walk in silence like a tomb
casting bread upon the waters
like a prayer
old man feeding the birds
what old man dose not dream of younger women
what old man dose not wish he was young again
so the birds feed upon his dying wish
with soulless eyes
watch him walk into the city of night
with nothing but his loaf of bread
and a newspaper full of yesterdays stories
walking the fence line between heaven and hell
on his way to feed the birds
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