Soul Troll

 SOL -I - TARY

Soul in its territory

SOL - I - TUDE

Soul with an attitude

Misery

 

In existence there is I, yet it is ethereal, 

In emptiness there is I, yet veiled by the mist,

Contact has con, act and tact and search for I. 

Amorphous Love

I had a concept of love
it failed

I had a picture of you
it failed

I had you
I FAILED.

Gossamer's Dream

Blanketed in epidermis of natural gift
Lie, the stark hollow me

Deeper, I profound the search
Silence, greets me.

Barren, without contents
Stood a glass door
Rear to it was the different me.

Seraphic, pristine shine
I could see
My shadow, it seemed

The child’s itch I feel
To unite with it

The camouflage of sensitivity
Awakens me

The reverie of it
I carry with me,

Atrophic Rose

No feelings hidden from you
Yet, you chose not to respond

No tears shown to you
Yet, you chose to respond

Deep within chaos
You rose, a bud
When it wishes to be yours
You allow, withering

The petals that enclaves each other
Brought the perfect symmetry
To it, to be, to yours
You allowed it to hither
Amid the wanderers, further and farther
Aside the meandering wind’s cart

Now,
It lays all scattered amidst the concrete path
Treaded, ruptured, bereft of life
Befallen before you bit by bit,
Fragrant to the cosmos, not you

Resurrect Life

There was a moment of silence……..before the door closed

There was a moment of darkness….. before the sun rose
There was a moment of peace……after you left the home
The emptiness fills it…. vacuum created…..space expanded and collapsed I

The bean bag materializes support
It structure, outlines me
In this womb I remain….. to resurrect life

Let's Dance

If I could write a song to you
Of the differences that complete us
The song that has melodies of us
Words woven of love

If I could sing the song to you
Of how differences complete us
The moment, we not together
Our absence, leaps the heart beat

If I could rhyme that song for you
Where the lyrics, was the stage set
The union of the soul and clashes of the mind, met
The flickering light of us…kindled there.

If I could attuned that song to you
Where every symphony matched
The chord conscientious, present there

If I could ensemble the harmony
Of our orchestra differences to complete us
The genre of our dynamics
To the opera of our whole-step

Our dance would begin then.