Poetry

Two Words
Lost Dreams
Have You Seen My Soul?
Opening
Morning
Self
Black
Liquid Soul
Quiet Heart
The Wild Soul
What is Soul?

Two Words
Tea room
Jazz club
Hep cat
Sex pot
Black top
Heart beat
Death watch
Fly by
Hell mouth
Hot seat
Sound bite
Mind fuck
Moon rise
Free fall

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Lost Dreams
I dream of you.
In my dreams, we're both searching.
Never finding.
One searches for the other,
And the other searches for one.
Morning comes before anyone is found.
Even awake, I feel lost.
Do you?

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Have You Seen My Soul?
Have you seen my soul?
It left while I was sleeping.
But I'm awake now,
And I need it back.
My heart is cold and lonely
Without it.

I was asleep for so long,
I guess it thought it wasn't needed.
I hope it knows the way back.
I look for it wherever I go.
If you see it, could you ask it to
Come home?

Maybe it's searching for me, too.
Maybe it's sad and lonely without me.
It didn't even say goodbye on the way out.
I hope I can recognize it, when it gets back.
I can feel it at the edge of my dreams,
Calling me.

Maybe it thinks I need more time,
To learn to appreciate the soul I had.
To learn where the soul lives,
By leaving me an empty space.
An empty space I can't fill.
I've learned.

I'm ready to welcome my soul home.

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Opening
I can feel your words
Touching my skin
Holding me close
I open my eyes

I can feel your heart
Beating against mine
Both keeping time
I open my arms

I can feel your smile
Against my neck
My smile touches yours
I open my heart

I can hear your words
Whispered in my ear
They touch my soul
I open my mind

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Morning
A ghostly mist on a quiet lake.
Pines stand like sentinels to the coming sun.
Breathless anticipation.
The dawn approaches.

Breath becomes fog.
Vision unclear.
The last web of dream
drifts away from the coming sun.

Enchantment not yet burned away.
Gilded silver, the light peeks over
the edge of the Earth.
Illumination.

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Self
The darkness resonates deep in my soul.
Wraps around me like a soft, black sweater
Comfortable and warm
It whispers in my ear
My breathing slows
My heart grows still
I listen
The darkness beckons me inward.
I hear the echos of time
The battle of past and future grows quiet.
So distant now, time becomes a hazy memory.
The darkness flows around me and through me.
Washing away the world
Until the only thing left
Is my self.

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Black
When did I cross
The dark and sinister line
Within my soul.
That soul, twisted and broken
Burning with agony.
It clutches, screaming for release.
As it gets sucked into the black hole
Where my heart used to be.

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Liquid Soul
Liquid soul, warm
And cold
Always flowing toward
The lowest point.
I can put my hand in
But there's nothing to hold on to.
Falling, falling
Deeper, deeper
Into the liquid soul.

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Quiet Heart
Can you hear my heart?
It calls to you
But there's no answer.
Just a lonely echo
Dying away
My heart grows quieter
As time goes on
Soon there will be no sound
No call
No echo
Soon there will be
No heart.

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The Wild Soul
I hear the echoes of your soul
in your words.
A soul yearning for the road,
the freedom, the land, the love
A wild soul, looking to the horizon,
behind a placid surface
The wild soul pleads from behind
your quiet eyes
I see the wild soul, it betrays
your cynical façade
It dances and laughs, reveling
in the power of the earth
I feel the wild soul, yearning
for trees, sky, wind
I hear the wild soul calling me
in your words.
I answer.

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What is Soul?
Gossamer essence.
Defying human understanding.

Does the soul live on?
Or does it die, like a dream
In the harsh light of day.

Are the eyes the mirror of the soul?
Or the window to the cage?
Reflecting the soul trapped inside
Yearning for release
And freedom.

Is the soul, truth?
A truth ringing loud and true,
Like a bell in the cold, clear night air.
A ringing we don't always hear,
Or can't, or won't.

Souls always searching
For the words, the touch,
The love, the truth
That resonates deep within.
Shattering the bonds
And setting them free.

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