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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 28, 2007 16:18:35 GMT -6
standing alone, this person in the mirror me, myself and i eyes that tell a story, sheltered from prying outsiders lips threaded shut needle and thread disposed of the ability too speak kindly about hope, love and light skittled bruises mottle the skin another life time hidden under and in between layers of denial, wrapped up in wool not all is as you imagine, it's not as it seems standing alone, with a stranger in the mirror struggling too find comfort in the reflection i see  |
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 2, 2007 5:36:11 GMT -6
rain falls in it's own personal signature imprints of memories and pain splashing against sullen earth, muddy washed out remains simplicity held within silver orbs gracefully free falling, their fleeting life - circles my own forlornly their harmony sings  |
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Post by Sam on Mar 2, 2007 10:52:44 GMT -6
You are amazing!!
Sam
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Post by tolteclogic on Mar 2, 2007 11:22:48 GMT -6
Soul sparks sing
the passage
of pain
in the moment
of our collective
aloneness
in spirit
tl
wish i had more
time to respond
powerful writing
of great depth
and eloquence
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Post by bichsa on Mar 2, 2007 15:04:41 GMT -6
terrific work as alway Soul. loved these lines:
standing alone,
with a stranger in the mirror
struggling too find comfort
in the reflection
i see
great! peace C.
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 2, 2007 17:21:22 GMT -6
driven from myself, dreams and desires ash billows around me, fueled by raging fire heated blood races through veins fear given new meaning as a child screams out flesh peels backward, blistering like fine cotton wool curling into a tightly protective ball muffled callings - pleas for help flash in time, all in slow-mo feel the spirit dying nothing i can do, tears frozen with the shock silence ensues with eerie calm  |
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Post by vixen on Mar 2, 2007 23:58:32 GMT -6
amazing soul searching piece. I really loved this piece. Always Vixen
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Post by anirbas on Mar 3, 2007 10:10:33 GMT -6
elegant writing expressing those universal, visceral introspective moments of the life darkened soul we all experience at one time or another...
thanks for sharing, Soul.
got more? Sabrina.
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 3, 2007 15:46:36 GMT -6
whispers follow me,
reaching with greedy fingers
taking pieces of a fractured soul
driving me further away
from the light, fruitful hope of day
night time surrounds me
eternal imprisonment of
falling into oblivious sanctions
all is not right
tears of envy given too those
standing, watching
with silent uneasy stances
hands of fellow strangers -
brushed aside
walking with solemn determination
shadows evoking powerful enemies
too those above
whispers reaching
fractured parts of soul
fallen from me |
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 3, 2007 15:49:57 GMT -6
i am alone here - your promise too help has fallen against deafened ears my skin never felt your silken touch i am alone here - bruised from living a life much too hard numbed with fruitless intentions direction unknown  |
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 4, 2007 2:58:36 GMT -6
it is the harshness from your touch -
which leaves me retreating from reality
the bitter taste of your flesh
on my tongue
subduing my ability too sleep
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Post by dawness on Mar 4, 2007 12:01:44 GMT -6
i cannot even cry the
bitterness that your
fruit swelled in my throat
i cannot speak
i cannot move
long after
you had spoken ill
of my graces
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 4, 2007 14:29:33 GMT -6
muddy foot prints led past the door way,
i was anxious, careless with my own
trek; walking blindly into your waiting net
like settling a startled bird, your clumsy fingers
broke and bruised tender bones
my foot prints erased from outside eyes;
this calms you -
now know one can find me |
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 4, 2007 16:30:38 GMT -6
fallen upon bended knees blueish hazes criss cross a fatigued body flesh; torn and distended silent pleas for mercy are lost amidst haunting screams  |
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 5, 2007 2:57:46 GMT -6
Does it please you, too feed of me
callous touch against fragile flesh
tearing away the last remaining
fragments of self protectionIs this what being a man is about - the simplified reasoning removing your own self doubts, sacrificing innocent maiden hoods with stealthy grasp the stench of you seeping inside their deepest parts of soul Does this bring you satisfaction - perverse gratification too feel the heated loving you claim this too be Is this where the demon lays his vicious seed, too be spouted from your own essence; pathetic reasoning from where you are left to bleed Does it please you, too feed of me
callous touch against fragile flesh
tearing away the last remaining
fragments of self protection |
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 5, 2007 3:05:16 GMT -6
your vulture like grasp is not
what I fear of you -
it is the cold touch from within
the fingers you claim to touch me with love |
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 5, 2007 15:44:45 GMT -6
Is this to be the end of it now ?
These few bitter words
swallowed with shallow contempt
Eyes which never find the truth of sunshine
hiding in the power of shadows
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 6, 2007 2:11:14 GMT -6
The plague you so wittingly yielded
has brought ill faith and sickness
amongst those who held you the closest
sickened minds twisted and bent;
shuffled out of sight
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 6, 2007 20:40:09 GMT -6
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 7, 2007 18:48:48 GMT -6
standing alone,
i retrace your fingers with mine
pinching the skin,
between thumb and ring
the pale dust of bruising,
evident of the type of loving
you appear too so enjoy
eyes narrowed and misunderstood,
it is not envy I hold for your new
play thing -
but fear of watching another being destroyed |
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 9, 2007 2:05:56 GMT -6
bitterness fills the heart,
darkening skies in the distant horizon -
hopefully the fall of rejection
will not scar you deeply |
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Post by tolteclogic on Mar 9, 2007 9:19:24 GMT -6
your words are so fertile
here with gravid emotion
ripe with the depth
of pain and separation
purging bitter
foreshadowed skies
presignify
callus dark conquest
power over submission
fallow eyes linger
out of season
desires given
the power to kill
the warm heart
of love
where was it felt
in battered redemption
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 11, 2007 23:43:12 GMT -6
See this blood ?
it falls in ribbons
the soft delicate reds
vibrant, earthen
against the muddy floors
voices lull the baby too sleep
ancient songs
in which their souls are for keeps
innocents resting
amid mud and stones,
bloody, torn flesh
corrupted with insidious wanting
greedy, calloused fingers
pulling open virgin flesh
muting screams with his filthy mouth
See these veins ?
they lay open with
fibres of heart frayed
shattered from prying fingers
held open with rusted nails
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 13, 2007 21:31:17 GMT -6
I am hungry for you,
the blood staining my tongue
lingers, a narcotics
most illusive dream
Long stem tip of needle
penetrates the flesh
My hunger will not repent |
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 14, 2007 17:40:21 GMT -6
Is it the mournful look
inside the eyes,
which make you run from here,
without so much as a backward glance ?
Is it the screaming
from inside the dark
which renders you statue like,
feet un-moving, as eyes take in the
surreal visions
filtered in dirty light
Is it the stench of death
invading your mind
which brings you too your knees
so blind too the presence of evil -
you take no notice of the empty
meaning, behind your ill attempts to pray |
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Post by tolteclogic on Mar 15, 2007 7:58:33 GMT -6
your words here are reminiscent of
one of my favorite lyric poets...
i hope you won't mind if i post
the following, seems so
nearly the same
"Hopelessness
is this Darkness in your heart
its the sound of one hand clapping
while it's pulling you apart
and i know
yea i know
what you feel"
"Loneliness...
is a palce that i know well
it's the distance between us
and the space inside ourselves
and emptiness...
is the chattering in your head
it's the call of the living and
the race from life to death
and i know
yea i know
what you feel...
"And
I've got a longing
that's hard to find
won't give me no peace of mind
something that I've lived with all along
days and weeks and months and years
fillin' in the time my dear
tryin' to find the place where i belong
And
I got a hunger that's
hard to fill
drivin' me on overkill
tellin me that everthings's gone wrong
got me a need
that i can't break
more than i can hardly take
somehow i still keep on going strong"
"When i call your name
I'm gonna scream out loud
I'll say...
'Here I am standing in the crowd'
you'll say 'come to me
with your open mind
you never know
what you still might find'
but you keep me here
like a cancelled flight
an empty train
running through the night
an orphan child
a broken shoe
and i'm still down here
lookin' out for you
are you there for me?
'cause I'm here for you"
'days and weeks and months and years
fillin' in the time my dear
tryin' to find the place where i belong'
Annie Lennox
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 15, 2007 21:14:31 GMT -6
humbled by your kind comparison. Annie Lennox is one of my favourite artists also  |
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 16, 2007 4:03:28 GMT -6
i am a slave,
merely by the label you
address myself and living flesh with,
but i am not bound
not numb too the barbs
seeking the fissure in time,
when your own wall of security is lapsed
it is then -
I shall taste the sweetness of
bloody revenge |
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 24, 2007 4:45:50 GMT -6
bitter sweet is your presence
why is it, that i feel so much more alone with you beside me ?
and yet, too walk solitary leaves me gasping for air |
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Post by dawness on Mar 24, 2007 14:45:08 GMT -6
watch me sleep
in dead grasses
that feed your lips
so dead
if i wake
with you beside
the leaf i hold as
fresh,
kill it
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