tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5614612342786224572024-03-08T15:30:07.094-08:00Souleye free thoughtWRITING'S BY SOULEYE
from 2007-2010Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-11532908120630826132010-10-17T15:41:00.001-07:002010-11-02T16:48:52.123-07:00Evening of a writer 10/15/10The clock was perfect.<br /> Each hand rotated <br /> in response to the other<br />--a random way <br /> to track the day. <br />A simple metronome,<br /> then the chorus,<br />trumpets roaring <br />…could almost see the shape of this exact time <br /> this exact evening<br />how it fit into the all<br /> yet rose above it.<br />Then the mundane<br />--a routine to tend to, a hand to lend you,<br />a vibrant face the color of marble <br /> pressed against <br /> cosmic space;<br />outlines in the sand<br /> washed away <br />appearing again…<br />a holy mystery <br /> written with a comic’s wit,<br />Arms on hips right hand holding chin,<br />...could be a reconfirguration,<br />An open face gazing up into the rain unflinching...Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-87801862834920575742010-07-19T19:41:00.001-07:002010-07-19T19:41:44.276-07:00Right Before Go 7/14-19/10 1:26 AMIt’s the closing moments in the final seconds before the flame is out, <br />A minuet inspection of your inner self. <br />Stay with us now, its not much farther north. <br />Alternatively, the other plan is to pencil it out. <br />Just write, the voice repeats. <br />Quietly sneaking around to yell out loud. <br />Figure eight movements from the hips. <br />Shoulders up and down like the shape of a staircase. <br />Program this ace; reformat the formal way of happenings. <br />Tidy up the tide turning us over. <br />Opposite hand tight before the grasp. <br />Body squeezed in breath pushed out. <br />Crimson flames embody the sky. <br />Areas of the understood strike a chord. <br />Catapult us forward. <br />Send me on my way. Visit the maker again, <br />Before descending in to it’s deathly all knowing. <br />What causes the dirt to become angry? <br />And the sea to become weary. <br />The desert is hungry for the ocean once more. <br />As the jealous land underneath the water becomes tiresome of waiting. <br />When will the almighty hands of the implacable close. <br />Mollify the outcome to soften the landing for the stars. <br />Lava rocks rolling through the street children racing past.<br />To include all the animals would be such a grand task. <br />Expressive existence that at times seems lost. <br />Grate to finally meet you, <br />It is a shame you are not all that your cracked up to be. <br />Maybe you should have read the memo. <br />At least memorized the speech. <br />Maybe the people you hired. <br />Where a bit higher then you would have liked. <br />And if you blame them they will come,<br />At you with a hypocritical statement about such and such. <br />Therefore, the best thing to do is to fly with them. <br />Take a break from the pilot seat and have a nice laugh. <br />Live inside the squirrel house outside. <br />Calico colored leaves that smell like hazelnut. <br />A zero degree tolerance toward all of it. <br />How can you call your shadow a supernumerary.Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-1877068233279573982010-07-12T21:03:00.000-07:002010-07-12T21:04:20.910-07:00Hungry Groundhog 7/10/10 7/10/10 7:21 PMHow far away are you? <br />As the approaching months, gather dust. <br />We silently select another choice. <br />A new experience that includes bravery and tenderness. <br />A Sweet salt water with a distinguishing taste. <br />Tongue dried out lips speckled with sand. <br />Hard to resist the temptation. <br />Easy to remind yourself of the experience. <br />Sit in silence underground away from light and sound. <br />Do it for ninety days. <br />Rejuvenation is a bowl of fruit, <br />Fall asleep in the fountain of youth. <br />Do not forget that moment of clarity you had. <br />Crystals soaking in sun rays. <br />So absorbent is the minds eye. <br />Sour stomach still upset from last night. <br />Trailing behind the finisher. <br />Like a Moth resting on an unplugged light. <br />Sun flares decorating the endless sky. <br />Seconds after the first bang another occurred. <br />Accurate curvature of a cave mans spine. <br />Fingers pressed through the apple. <br />No one has mentioned the date alignment of ten ten ten. <br />Arms lifting up then pulling down, <br />Screaming at the top of your lungs to open up and heal. <br />Old wounds that where left dormant in the darkest abyss. <br />A crawling feeling from with in your gut. <br />A sensation to explode your outer world. <br />Imagine a total stranger asking you to give them the will to live. <br />You look them in the eye and repeat I give you the will to live. <br />You hug them smile and go along on your way. <br />First look deep at your attention behind the hug. <br />The reflection in general. <br />Gentle now why put so much pressure on your chest. <br />Ripping out the rib cage of righteous perfection. <br />No wonder they would say that. <br />It’s a total stranger after all, or was it. <br />Now that we look back at the situation, <br />It begins to become a clear slate of significance. <br />Signs painted with red markings to indicate insignificance. <br />An informal way to deliver a confident remark. <br />Fit your hands around the glass and squeeze. <br />Not to hard though why cut your self. <br />Squeeze it just enough so that you heat it up. <br />Pay attention to detail so that you can remember how its done. <br />If it breaks fix it and if does not break use it again.Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-40945636453482544602010-07-06T00:37:00.000-07:002010-07-06T00:38:11.563-07:00Common Day 7/1/10 7/1/10 4:13 PMCalling on the common day, <br />Awaiting the reply. <br />In a time of turmoil turn over the dirt, <br />Stop the nonsense. <br />Too much noise for the ears to handle. <br />News coverage covering the dramatic events. <br />Rhythmic ripples in the waters pattern. <br />A serious hole found in the tree. <br />A nest for the bird. <br />Sampling sap from centuries ago. <br />Echoing chambers from the darkening whole. <br />Exuberant light lit up on high. <br />Not too long ago before, we flew our first kite. <br />Learned to turn a light bulb before there were candles. <br />For the night exchange momentary emotions. <br />I heard don’t shine out the light. <br />Slowly dropped from the sky, as if it was sitting,<br />Waiting preparing to fly. <br />Origami like hand gestures. <br />Mudras that resemble mountain ranges. <br />Fresh snow apples picked for dessert. <br />The grayish outline, <br />With every color ever witnessed living inside. <br />No longer back peddling under a bridge,<br />Sitting straight up with arms extended to live.Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-13344114852035379302010-04-23T20:45:00.001-07:002010-05-24T16:54:00.641-07:00Grandmothers story 2/25/10 4/1/10 2:50 PMWhere did you passion go, did you trade it in for something new. <br />Are you able to allow it to transform with grace. <br />Here take a look in to my eyes. <br />Do you feel comfortable,<br />Are you having a hard time grasping the change. <br />Does it feel awkward and out of place. <br />Have you ever talked in your sleep. <br />Walked across mountains of snow covered peaks. <br />Sheets turned down for your convenience. <br />A serious roll of airline travel. <br />Networking but keeping your work force focused on the next. <br />Partial possibility to prosper by taking control of your life. <br />Do you miss the old you. Are you excited for the moment. <br />Did you know that the past controls the future and that the present controls the past.Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-56620104346816315592010-02-11T20:18:00.001-08:002010-02-11T20:18:58.064-08:00Cooperating Elements 2/3/10 5:31 PMDear pink and blue ally. <br />What is it that creates such a drive ?<br />It is such an authentic feeling, <br />I wonder how did this arrive. <br />Where did the wind blow in from to create such a form. <br />Have you always felt this way. <br />Since birth the purpose has been clearly written. <br />From one hand to the next the pages filled. <br />Shaped in a soulful free forming nature. <br />Untreated or tainted by crude over usage. <br />Just the right amount. <br />Often empowered by the sound of circling water. <br />Some times over stimulated, <br />Creating a sense of sensory overload. <br />Realigned with the oh so serious sense of self. <br /><br />Knowing The Know of knowing 1/22/10 2/3/10 5:31 PM<br />?<br /><br />Unscrambled Delirium 8/12/09-8/13 2/3/10 5:31 PM<br /><br />Can you predict the speed of your travels ahead. <br />Half way to the moon, hand cobra feed.<br />Lost solider said right at the end, of an up coming turn. <br />Fork in the road yet the food was all burned. <br />Crumbling empire rebuilt from the stalk. <br />Apologize ridiculed <br /> OregonSouleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-39637811677793237782010-01-20T12:10:00.001-08:002010-01-20T12:17:01.275-08:00The Exuberant Rush 1/15/10 5:26 PMBoth shoes are tied tight, well lose in the beginning. <br />But now they are tied in knots, <br />Not double though at one point they where always doubled. <br />Seems more fitting that the laces get more attention. <br />The build up of excitement almost creates a calm feeling. <br />A sense of surety to release any and all attachment. <br />Thankful gratitude fills my core. <br />A agonic apology to any and all those that may not understand. <br />Talk to the angels that care about me unconditionally. <br />They fully understand the essence of love. <br />The beating of the heart and its guidance. <br />The fulfillment of eagerness and its wanting. <br />Desire driven to protect and provide. <br />Some will say it is the stars that create that wave ,<br />And its incredible creative current of happiness. <br />Clear eyes open oval ovaries of Variety. <br />Rationing out what is left in the garden. <br />Grandfather hands so excited to hold the talking stick. <br />To provide for his grandchildren and to re-use the rain drops. <br />Collecting literature for you, reading it bit by bit. <br />Regaining the knowledge that once slipped through the cracks. <br />Curving around the outline of her facial design. <br />Give me the chance to remind, you have I ?<br />Do you remember when I looked in to the clouds. <br />I saw my brothers silhouette ghost like. <br />Perfect picture of him and his son. <br />They where in the sky looking at me. <br />So clear that all I could do was cry. Cry from joy, <br />From the fulfilling feeling of laughter for the mystery. <br />Making love to the stillness of everything and the word yes. <br />Dust off the old tennis shoes that are tied up in the closet. <br />It’s time to play, to run through grave yards again. <br />Speak in a new tonality, filter out that which is not, <br />Consistent and authentic to me. <br />You can share my ideas, do you understand that through my eye’s <br />I reflect you, you do yes, that is so great to know. <br />So therefore have them,, here they are yours now. <br />Clarity Is creating that home for us. <br />Both feet in, washing the bottom of your hard working heels. <br />So sweet, never before this day have I felt this rush. <br />Beyond tender affection the passionate romantic desire. <br />Beyond the sexual attraction and that elicits deep interests. <br />The enthusiasm, the affectionate word, mercy grace charity, <br />For all of humanity, we worship the adoration. <br />Kindness, outside my window thousands of feet about the ground. <br />Lovat muted dusty green and blue, <br />Dust so clean we celebrate its organic nature. <br />Open, fresh secure in curiosities section on the plane. <br />Yes it has it’s own area, why would you doubt that. <br />Out with the late night camp fire before sleeping. <br />If something happened where a spark leaped out of the fire pit. <br />Never would I want to hurt an animal.Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-60688104400609974762010-01-18T17:37:00.000-08:002010-01-18T17:41:30.606-08:00We are in side here 1/10/11/10 4:12 PMThe time is different from where we are now. <br />Now we are their and the time is now. <br />Of course the exciting fun will always provide. <br />On the side of the road 8 horses wait. <br />Questions in an accent while on the way. <br />Looking for a sanctuary where koalas stay. <br />About two hours from Brisbane to Byron Bay. <br />Sun seems stronger here. <br />Big things on the horizon. <br />Earth shakes no longer. <br />She begins to adjust and shift changing climate. <br />He welcomes the commitment to companionship. <br />Countless hours spent counting the seconds. <br />Words become minutes hours are paragraphs. <br />Dialogue from creator back to creator. <br />Exchanging characteristics of incredible creativity. <br />Knowing that indefinite differences in others exist. <br />Fluctuating intention on certain subjects. <br />Focused driven to expand beyond. <br />Becoming the ever present, self master of will. <br />One willing to speak in the language of the bird. <br />Breathing in the world around us and praising its life force. <br />Proposition to postulate the problem. <br />It must be the mind of a genius to see that. <br />Heard with such clarity that the wind whispers reminders. <br />A society who’s highest aspirations are duck hunting. <br />Hiding from the hierarchy of simplicity. <br />A hello from a certain landscape design. <br />A child like presence a preservation of a tribe. <br />A tribe who’s drums sound like cave echoing halls. <br />And hands claps accompany the bouncing tone’s off the wall. <br />Warriors training flames holding a stillness to there movement. <br />The intricateness of a willow’s willingness to remain whole. <br />A single filament that filtered the forgotten meaning of mitosis. <br />Remember every amber burns with divine diligence . <br />I thank you for directing my attention to the core. <br />Your obvious obsession with observation is like that of my own. <br />As a young child running through the forest. <br />Impressed by the pride of loving focus. <br />A torch lit covered in mother of pearl, moonstone and fire opals, <br />Design of the open lotus in Quan Yin’s hands. <br />Pouring out salvations last sip of sensuality. <br />Taking heed and action. <br />Providing the layers of beauty to be seen. <br />Peeling back the artificial and unauthentic. <br />.Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-26591563359196898382009-12-14T22:50:00.000-08:002009-12-14T22:54:20.662-08:00Curling lucid, Fingers 12/11/09 3:52 PMI truly do as true as you that is. <br />Is it that thing you do that piece you give. <br />A face appears inside your eye lids. <br />A rising tide of inner guidance. <br />As the moon sets our shadows dance. <br />A potters wheel spins as her fingers curl. <br />I can feel your breath spiral down my neck. <br />Dragons kiss in mid flight. <br />Purple black shimmering light. <br />Formless fortitude, inspired by the service. <br />The force that directs you toward the universe. <br />A different version of your own interpretation. <br />Recognized and remembered ancestor teachings. <br />Inquiry has been showing me so much lately. <br />Like low hovering clouds full of crystal clear water. <br />Provided nourishment through the collective. <br />Millions of different elements combine. <br />Synergistic resources, synergism. <br />Interaction of human will and divine grace. <br />Interesting result in cooking one oh one. <br />Driving past a space called confusion hill. <br />Meditating on a field in Ireland. <br />Grass feed by the moisture from the mountain air. <br />Wild Buffalos drink from the lake. <br />An offering made of red clay awaits. <br />Hands wrinkle around mine.<br />I will cup you this last drop,<br />That falls from the one Red Woods last leaf. <br />I inhaled the burning essence of plant life. <br />I breathed it through my chest. <br />Opening becoming an entrance. <br />I exhaled in to the sky neck back. <br />I pushed the air around me up in to the center. <br />Up through the tree from the inside. <br />Swirling mixing with the almost frosty oxygen. <br />Orgasmic gasps of freshness. <br />Fortunate to find the solitude in you. <br />Solidarity sweet smell of similarity. <br />Thank you Grandfather Tree, <br />For inviting me over. <br />Though the signs we cross our boarders. <br />Open pastures of purity may they never run dry. <br />Softness like a hug from a cloud in the sky. <br />Massage your foot for awhile.Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-6829743002657099492009-12-07T20:22:00.000-08:002009-12-07T20:29:48.206-08:00A story through your eyes 12/06/09 11:19 AMThank you for understanding how to play. <br />How to relate to the child in me. <br />Speaking with direct assertive empowerment. <br />Being in love with the shifting change. <br />Inscribing along the side of a mountain range. <br />High cliffs climbing up a waterfall. <br />Jumping off the ledge in to a pool of calm warm water. <br />Awaiting your arrival, it welcomes you in. <br />The smell of cloves incense and cinnamon. <br />A full feeling that never fades. <br />Adjustments continually made. <br />Proper care and internal focus. <br />Supporting the process of feedback. <br />Learning how to co-relate with another’s addictions. <br />Catching your self in the act of acting not your self. <br />Outside perspective on your own personality traits. <br />Clear vision, beginning from with in. <br />In the unlabeled land of the living dead. <br />Bleached white Spanish rice. <br />Never settle for less, at the expense of stress. <br />Impressed by your sent, as our aromas mix. <br />Your formula for combing oils. <br />An order of respect selfless intent. <br />The vastness of the universe. <br />In order upon the drawing board. <br />A vortex of emotions in a funnel of songs. <br />Spirit connecters, wind under the wing. <br />Forgiving gravity for holding you down. <br />Give me a break all I wanted to do was fly. <br />So thank you gravity you’re a great teacher. <br />That’s funny to me, crossing the Washington Oregon border. <br />Vancouver’s right around the corner.<br />Sorry Portland I blame it on my agent. <br />Show booked four months before I knew I had a show. <br />It’s already May again, I remember what October means. <br />Mother born on Halloween, living the gypsy life of a Queen. <br />Rose quarts white gold black diamond Necklace.<br />Royal treatment for sharing the secret. <br />Looking up in to the horizon I swear I can see Chicago. <br />What would Yoko Ono Lennon do? <br />Iron out this suite for me please. Correct me if I’m wrong. <br />Another night at Queen Elizabeth’s, Montréal to Massachusetts. <br />Solutions for a sovereign nations depression. <br />What prints are pressed in this imprint of less then. <br />Incredible tension released through suggestion. <br />The fabric the quilt, the holiest yield eye’s of wonder. <br />Fearlessly terrified to go beyond the ceilings highest highs. <br />Hug me now, hold me . I know what we are capable of. <br />Love, some one once said we control us. <br />Subversive versions of various visions. <br />Ideas dealing with thought. <br />Lets meet at the corner and together we can turn. <br />Strengthening the bond with guidance and innate essence to learn.Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-74487715375742726582009-12-06T02:50:00.000-08:002009-12-06T09:58:50.234-08:00That’s what I was doing 12/4/09 3:04 PMI’m here for you, let me be the water In your well. <br />Her dreams are like spider webs. <br />Effortless fortitude. <br />Nutritional mantras formed by connection. <br />Pollination gardens with a vibrant fragrance. <br />Our grace with service reinventing the wheel. <br />Leading the way for seekers who use speakers for shields. <br />Healing hands of comfort warmth motivation. <br />Reflection similarities lectures as long as they need to be. <br />Living forever physically being both the cloud and sun beam. <br />The crowd around the room at night. <br />The circle around the moon. The story tellers breath control. <br />Articulation with clarity. <br />Your own style. The ability to share your heart. <br />How many layers are there around that. <br />What defines the meaning of the word. <br />Your sure answer will can describe it. <br />Wait so long in the back to be the pilot. <br />Your highness thank you for your guidance. <br />The driving directions where a bit mixed but together we found it.<br />Electronic current from being courageous and honest. <br />Transmuting that which sheds like skin. <br />I am man with a focused intent.<br />Arachnid third eye impressive fine print. <br />Dream berry fruit that tastes like a persimmon. <br />I am a women a mountain. <br />Remember the picture you sent. <br />A reflection in time as it was as it went. <br />Thoughts moving up stream love as it passes. <br />A river transforming the movement of passion. <br />Interaction talking together about the beauty.Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-30361305533710971782009-11-26T23:48:00.000-08:002009-11-26T23:49:20.822-08:00Giving Thanks to being thankful 11/26/09 6:57 PMThankful for the ability to learn. <br />Thankful for how precious you are. <br />Thankful for saying the word Thankful over seven times. <br />Did you know the bible only mentions the word thankful seven times. <br />I am the receiver of your giving. <br />To become a giver is to receive the gift. <br />Today they celebrate the mutiny of Americas masquerade. <br />Salvation sacred service surrendered for our sanctity. <br />Our meaning American men and women challenging growth. <br />Scared from the get go the ghetto the darkness of the forest. <br />Forging forward forgiving these sins we where taught to share. <br />Under the layers of dirt under the forgetful fallacy of fear. <br />For the founding fathers I salute their emancipation. <br />The burning eyes of the original settlers I provide my tears. <br />From England the land of angles call me home. <br />Beyond the pillars of Hercules melting through the last ice age. <br />I write poetic letters to my love as the sun sets casting shadows. <br />We climb mountains together, and sleep under the Stonehenge. <br />Share the same glass as it spills into our garden. <br />Treat each other the way we want earth to be treated. <br />Travel the galaxy beyond bed room walls. <br />Happiness the voice of love. I am married to that voice. <br />I found her sitting at a coffee shop in Copenhagen. <br />She was writing me a letter in Hungarian. <br />How incredible it felt to watch her attention to detail. <br />My father’s cursive handwriting is so beautiful. <br />In Copenhagen mothers leave their babies outside of the coffee shop. <br />My families heritage is full of crusaders. <br />I hold space for the moors. <br />I have two grandmothers their maiden name’s are Bosworth and DeCarli. <br />After taking a walk today I had the sudden feeling of complacency. <br />I had a talk with the chattering man in my memory. <br />He quickly become aware of his act the messenger of the Gods. <br />Guide of the dead and protector of merchants, shepherds and so on. <br />He is Mercury. <br />Left hand holding the Caduceus a tool used to stir the pot. <br />The melting pot full of candle wax and positive reactions. <br />I am sufficient I am Hermes. <br />Chivalry inspires me. <br />I watched my image reflect off water, ripple and become a women. <br />I pulled the sword from the stone and wrote on the emerald tablet. <br />I created ancient text that lead toward today. <br />Easy with all the concepts and meanings. <br />I am you writing a letter about us. <br />We are shifting wind under the arms holding up the wings. <br />Our feathers are lined in diamonds hand picked by father time. <br />Mother earth speaks for me, she directs my language. <br />She looks beyond my grammar and spelling. <br />Laughs at my serious intention and then surprise me with her intellect. <br />Thankful I am.Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-48121537618311331372009-11-21T17:09:00.000-08:002009-11-21T17:10:07.270-08:00Walking on the Clouds 11/20/09 3:32 PMSo let me ask you a question. <br />Have you experienced peering down at the clouds. <br />Walking in a circle admiring the meaningless, <br />Structure of formality. <br />Productivity sure can help fill you up. <br />What creates the pull. <br />Drive me toward the end of the road. <br />Turn me around these feelings transpose. <br />Healing chords of disenchantment. <br />We are privileged to have the ability to play. <br />As my circle expands at a tremendous rate. <br />It at the same time becomes smaller then it has ever been. <br />Good bye, say hello. <br />What would make a treasure hunter stop hunting. <br />Who is the creator of this gorgeous nature. <br />guilt trip. <br />Pay attention now more then ever. <br />Become a grandmother of your own choices. <br />Sitting alone in the silent walk way of opportunity. <br />Take care of your creative child self. <br />Surprise that imagination of yours. <br />How they ask me how can we do that. <br />Just look outside of the box. <br />What box the box of normality. <br />Sensuality with your senses. <br />Dig keep digging find the treasure then give it away. <br />And dig up another one. <br />Why Act like we don’t have the ability to continually expand.Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-87585934896598201082009-11-15T19:48:00.000-08:002009-11-15T19:49:19.938-08:00Soul Gyration 11/14/09 1:54 PMIn motion, talkative, moments, silence.<br />Natural Un-cultivated Rows of soil.<br />Purplish cold. <br />Translucent secure seconds strength. <br />Again strength winged lioness sent sentient being. <br />Direction reaching the ending of beginning. <br />Then beginning the ending while reaching the direction. <br />Walking with grace and ease. <br />Patient prepared eyes of acceptance. <br />Overzealous love test impressing ones own self. <br />Sit back in to the passenger seat pilot. <br />Unraveling a time-lapse. <br />Knitting intricate fabrics in between breath. <br />Soliloquy silhouettes suggestions gestation again. <br />Wizardry mental telepathy. <br />Soul teleporting. <br />Its like a phone give it some time it will work. <br />Work it out if you don’t have the time. <br />Call up the phone once time is up. <br />Left on off with the ring tone ringing. <br />Resist temptation what’s temptation anyway.<br />Dripping sweat resettling against your chest. <br />Impressions left from only a slight bit of pressure. <br />Moon light reflecting off the sunsets rays. <br />Dawn of a new night. <br />Layer upon layer of growth. <br />Hour long conversations about fun. <br />Running under the power of possibility. <br />Her name is Liberty she is blue eyed with blond curls. <br />She listens great even does tricks for us. <br />Come and get it beckons the boss of the town. <br />Its that snowflake Singularity.Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-72544301537380936922009-11-03T22:28:00.000-08:002009-11-03T22:29:15.748-08:00I know 10/27/09 11:01 AMI know how it feels. I have been through the same as you. <br />I roll around in the same mud, <br />My hands cling to the same substance. <br />I know how it feels, I have been through the same as you. <br />Hold space, intangible hold it with me. <br />Let us share our memories of meteor showers across the sky. <br />Come closer to me I love watching you take on new form. <br />Do not be afraid you are safe. You are safe one hundred percent. <br />Look, know one knows what is going on. <br />We do not have the slightest idea. <br />Our energy is circular can you notice that. <br />When you awake do you feel thankful for your connection. <br />The connection that has been providing you all you need. <br />All you ask for you shall receive. <br />It happens like this as we fly above the sea of green forest. <br />Transition, death is a common misinterpretation. <br />Typing in direct lineage to your thoughts. <br />Ideas mysteries that only make time and take it apart. <br />Hearts inside on it. Onsite lit up in on it. Outside again. <br />Of course the raccoon sacrificed his medicine. <br />Scorpio corresponding dream operation. <br />Not a operation as in like painful invasion. <br />Or a obstacle jumping jungle gym struggling equation. <br />Moments of memory a mummy reflection. <br />True testimony of momentary sudden action. <br />Heart directs we reply respond with clarity. <br />Courage before comfort. <br />Comfortable being courageous. <br />Cornered by conflict contrast counteract. <br />Some down size to a minimum view. <br />Re write the free fall . Never did jump. <br />How high part three while she was wearing pumps. <br />She can hold her balance while on High heels. <br />On a hovering space craft awaiting departure. <br />What Part of the oldest trick in the book is the element of surprise?<br />Hind sight like five plus feet high over there. <br />Strength to be galactic again. <br />Hiking down the street up the chorus around the corner. <br />Calling back to the call from before. <br />California can you hear me. <br />She wrote the directions in a detailed manner. <br />Natural and productive. <br />A hue of shifts formulate for us. <br />A huge mission completed.Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-48451771635787414822009-10-01T12:13:00.000-07:002009-10-01T12:14:07.098-07:00Take it So Serious 10/1/09 7:55 AMAlong came a spider, wiser then the geyser. <br />Born in Yellowstone and hollow be they name. <br />Tree stump look a like blessed to clean the air. <br />Automatic happenings incredible with care. <br />Sweat serenity swallowed by the sand. <br />Memories of growing up adapting to the land. <br />Wrong was once right, now some right is wrong. <br />Took to lefts looked back and they where gone. <br />She left me a letter that repeated in my head. <br />Like a chorus from a song with the words that you said. <br />Prophecy of property being born then sold. <br />Detoxify the toxins that swim around the soul. <br />Molten mafia manic strength. <br />Intoxicated melody while the appendix sinks. <br />Teach the children what the elders taught. <br />While teaching the ancients the secrets of a tender heart. <br />Lets take a excursion to the moon and back. <br />Fade to black, light blue fluorescent memory. <br />Selected sand castles made in the rain. <br />Focus like a potter on a wheel that never spun. <br />Absolute lead way with a ticket for the train. <br />Purity early on knocking on your door. <br />Window shopping for windows. <br />How much for the man in the mirror. <br />The lady looking back, made your lips quiver. <br />Made plate is what they deliver. <br />Lyrics that linger of course its bigger. <br />Kitty cat chasing the coat tail. <br />Fan mail saved, like a pen pal. <br />The mice saved the world, <br />Music about sunflowers. <br />To strong for working out. <br />Epic, louder then ever, bigger and better. <br />Remember the smile. <br />The intensity of touch. <br />Just a look, lick like oh really. <br />Might have been to intense. <br />Lets do that again, soon. <br />Promise its based in honesty been cultivating. <br />Holding the weight of thousands of soldiers. <br />Live the path chosen by the designer. <br />Accurate archetype of Egyptian royalty. <br />Took time to stack the wood pile. <br />Chop the tree limbs up. <br />Visit your parents alive and in Love.Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-39896047833512789842009-09-28T14:02:00.000-07:002009-09-28T14:04:38.524-07:00Expanding your Expression 9/28/09 8:19 AMFeel free to admire, take in become. <br />Expand, that’s what we are here for. <br />We experience the most when we allow, <br />What is your limit the furthest you have gone. <br />Sand clinging to your sweat covered legs. <br />Sitting with ancient spirits reminding you of your beauty. <br />Speaking in lost languages returning for future conversation. <br />As I float away in to the clouds, <br />Let my body become again as it once was. <br />Unformed, formless limits that can only be passed. <br />The idea of the seed. <br />The structure is in place. <br />The preparation has taken lifetimes. <br />Angelic guides that have sang their song. <br />Wings reaching out for wind to carry them home. <br />Surprise, thanks for caring reading, breathing. <br />Your skin surrounds me, so close to touch. <br />Impermanence cloud’s covering the moon.<br />It may only be a speculation of the mine that I share. <br />Redundant then, collective thought builds our bridges. <br />We walk along twisted turns where horses use to play. <br />Feet covered we run bare. <br />Our breath takes us so deep. <br />Beyond the core of our memory, <br />Where only Soul can speak. <br />Beauty felt like a butterfly kiss. <br />Humming bird sing to me. Tell me your secrets. <br />I know your share with those you pass. <br />Experience this for a moment. <br />Fantastic relaxation, <br />Tell me about your turbulence. <br />Let your unbalance balance me. <br />No need to speak, names are equivalent to snowflakes. <br />Mysteries that intrigue deep breaths. <br />Hands with treasure maps placed in the palms. <br />Allow my ego to dissolve in such a way, <br />That I will be ready to learn the new language. <br />The twirling stars patterns that erode on contact. <br />Your universal beauty reflects constant. <br />Deep Longing to allow this to take place. <br />After awaiting the reconnection. <br />Where your expectations taken care of. <br />Did all the pieces you saved up fit. <br />Falling in parts along the dotted lines. <br />Hands filling with energy. <br />Lungs cupping the heart. <br />Seems like cupid took some time off from work this week. <br />Time to go on a date, <br />Kindred soul-mate who only made eye contact. <br />Carrying a two ton school book to drop on an egg. <br />Harmless meteor metaphysical poem on a Monday afternoon. <br />Far off in the distance if you where to really look. <br />I wonder what you would see, stop the reading. <br />And focus on the up incoming. <br />That which has taken place before, <br />Rest assured when its time to choose your answer will come through.<br />As the planet earth accelerates leaving no time to waste. <br />Waste builds up, but the human species have ideas. <br />New unborn, not yet thought of ideas. <br />Ideas that will change humanity. <br />Come out from your cave, hibernation time is over. <br />Become the bear inside strong willing warrior of light. <br />Experience again and again. <br />Choose to use the tools you where given. <br />Learn them if you have yet to. <br />Ask your heart, it speaks in a beautiful voice. <br />The voice of angels, the symmetry of the moon. <br />Ever changing patterns align with our imaginations. <br />I am a tool to use if your building your home. <br />A strong stable to lean upon along the dusty road. <br />A house in the hills with extra rooms.<br />Rooms to gather and spread out. <br />Spacious space that fills with harmony. <br />Scents that can trigger your soul to reflect. <br />No matter the location or the plot of the story.Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-72071672198733508892009-09-23T10:49:00.001-07:002009-09-23T10:49:41.637-07:00Coloring In The Capsules 9/15/09 11:22 AMAllow my intention to align, <br />All aspects that my imagination can fathom, <br />Clouds colored in with brilliance and truth. <br />Corporation heart and core matrix. <br />Let the dead bury their dead, <br />How deep is that. <br />Dinosaur temptations. <br />Direct recycled certainty. <br />Service beyond that which could ever be expected. <br />Words over flowing with potent meaning. <br />A spokesman is being emotionally freeing. <br />Successful surrender to competitive ego. <br />Shadow of a red tail hawk, <br />Colors blending creating a newness. <br />A tube of open source energy. <br />Dissolving in soft hands of your mothers creation. <br />Having no anticipation for expectations. <br />Annually climbing the staircase.<br />Impressed by the lack of pressure placed on us. <br />A structure so solid in its foundation, <br />Only through certain brain waves we can enter. <br />Sound communicating with our subconscious. <br />Science is boggled, <br />Transverse over the flocculent tangibility. <br />Melody loudly allowing others to repeat. <br />Walk with, talk in a accent of love and compassion. <br />Acting upon the unfolding direction. <br />Intermeshing in and out of turns. <br />Think about how far we spread our selves out. <br />From the permanence of an earthly tree. <br />A nurtured by nature plant of seed. <br />We now are becoming galactic, <br />What was once abstract and feared. <br />Is now supplying the magic. <br />The reaction of cosmic infrasonic sounds. <br />Below audible frequency beyond the milky way. <br />Flower essence, A Goldcrest songbird loves you. <br />Euphoric, Galapagos tortoise soaring through the ocean. <br />Oranges with a twist of grape flavor. <br />Explicit, independent variables. <br />Very strong opinions on the answer. <br />Color coated question mark lollipops. <br />Sweet-grass and bamboo bracelets. <br />Racks of radical books on zymology. <br />Fermentation, <br />Critically acclaimed meditation. <br />Having released the attachment to self gratification.<br />Released meaning remembered, <br />And forever embracing.Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-56625034879375794592009-09-15T09:22:00.000-07:002009-09-15T09:26:39.698-07:00Water temperature 9/14/09 6:20 PMPresent epic gifted moment. <br />The train lights are facing forward. <br />Short hair low cut corner fade. <br />Organic apple field, pleasant view. <br />Orchards of orchids. <br />So deeply in love with the immaculate twist. <br />Feed the jackrabbits carrots and bits. <br />Here it is, <br />Trumpets above the fire light, <br />Candles floating in tin cans of water, <br />A longer pause then the warming ocean. <br />Hands pulling from under up against the cup. <br />The crest, the iron rod of Horus placed against the chest. <br />Heavy eyes like mountains light lashes lift morning butterflies. <br />May the void be filled with creators excitement. <br />Floating above the cold moist grass. <br />The warmth of your foot, <br />The impeccable path beyond synchronistic chromosome concepts. <br />Archeological gene in a bottle, <br />Even or Odd particles<br />Orbiting around the darkness. <br />Polar opposites the holder sits, <br />Face to face with the obvious, <br />Now, has a name for it, <br />Always changing, before the first sparkling idea appeared. <br />In hall ways carved with rock stick and clay, <br />A mock version, <br />A pilgrimage lead by ant children. <br />A full service pit stop, <br />Containers full of the perfect quantity. <br />The monthly trinity, <br />Bells ring as wind chimes create melody. <br />Loud crickets mimic the sound of our ancestors necklace. <br />Rhythmic heart bowls of quartz reverberate into the infinite. <br />Wrinkles fill with water like valleys through the names. <br />The beauty of becoming, or what some say’s old age. <br />Carving out the compass for the sun to tell time, <br />Arms length away from three sixty nine. <br />Snap of the finger welcome divinity, <br />She had no need to knock she held the key. <br />Pulled the sword from the stone, <br />Tasted the serpentine drops on lava waves. <br />A monotone laugh, <br />August shadows of skeleton arms, <br />Branches from trees still awaiting march. <br />Arching head back hands holding foot. <br />Pressing the exact spot for adjusting your back. <br />Volume increased for sound waves to align vertebrae. <br />Tonality and rhythm of voice a healing serum. <br />Please note as your eyes cross these words, <br />Incredible Containers vessels of alchemy. <br />Transformation at such a force that almost any and all,<br />Can feel the sensation. <br />The whole heart beat, All at once an instantaneous transition. <br />Shift rippling racing, <br />Beyond the material gambit. <br />Strategy stress control counter culture vulture dance. <br />Hawk medicine, eagle talon massage session. <br />New born power animals that are your children. <br />Continual digestion registering as confirmative steps on word. <br />A Snake eating its tail slithers across my computer screen. <br />Leaving trails of liquid residue and a sent of Sandalwood. <br />Lapis Lazuli walk ways toward a sacred space.<br />Quick visit to La Paz, <br />Releasing any and all past painful experiences.<br />This very second as I breath this air, <br />As if every single word connects with every cell, <br />Surpassing the slightest grasp of what reality is. <br />Lucidly looking through the layers of time and space. <br />Thanking the teachers listeners visionaries who open gates, <br />Fearless leaders eager to lend a hand. <br />Homelessness and poverty no longer brushed under the bridge. <br />The earth reacts and begins to respond. <br />The memories of cleansing learning and repeating a song. <br />A corresponding note of change that intuitively lives on. <br />Sharing breath space with eyes of splendor. <br />The Moments before during and after forever. <br />Allow the heaviest earthly weight to rest on a pin, <br />A minuscule new born finger tip.Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-88668315623210044162009-09-13T21:23:00.001-07:002009-09-13T21:28:22.941-07:00Thankful for Your Newness 9/10/09 7:41 PMThankful for your awakening eyes. <br />Eyes so magnified they remind me of mine. <br />As if I forget my own awareness. <br />Your voice speaking through my lips. <br />My tongue tasting the air that surrounds you. <br />Long ago before I knew my song was written just for you. <br />Your hands guided my finger movement. <br />At one point it was three fingers and a pen. <br />Now all ten fingers follow the guide from within. <br />Your brilliance radiates my splendor. <br />We share the same arms. <br />Make love with the same soul. <br />Spin webs that seem identical yet are completely original. <br />My spectrum is yours. <br />Washing away worry where weakness subsides. <br />Sitting by your side. <br />Two snakes intertwining. <br />Naked lake water keeping me afloat. <br />Four serpents auspiciously lift my suspense.<br />Youthful fountain of remembering. <br />Channeling charging forward with the fortitude, <br />Of four hundred and forty four unforgettable moments. <br />For the page is prepared to be written on. <br />The canvas is color coded but not by traditional standards <br />The water fall’s cadence creates endless shifts of sudden change. <br />Forces beyond its control such as wind and water, <br />Breath and Life. <br />Sustaining each other one bite after the next rhythmic effects. <br />Patterns placed in paradoxical order. <br />A mere glimpse at the American disorder. <br />Hold the condiments lycopene prostate varied accomplishments. <br />Cherished relish with pure golden flakes. <br />Quaker oats and rice milk. <br />Released no longer taken wrong, <br />Dialogue digested in to beats of a song.Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-84000278335330095832009-08-11T09:38:00.001-07:002009-08-11T09:44:09.604-07:00Please Relax in your spaceship 8/6/09 10:58 AMRacing fingers crossing boarders taking notes. <br />Epic arrival divine timing all planed out. <br />Categories of old songs, middle age wonder. <br />Crisis melt down rebuilt foundation. <br />Drunken slurs of love and lustful adventure. <br />Miracles created through precipitation. <br />Rain drops covering over leaflets and old thoughts. <br />Smooth legs shaven or not. <br />Ironic twist of parallel spots. <br />Tasty sweet tangy midnight. <br />Three am is the new noon. <br />Before roads where created we crafted paths. <br />Now a days our lackadaisical nature forces us to relax. <br />Puts us in a position where there is no answers. <br />Questions circle like vultures. <br />Strange enough to enjoy the fruit of our labor. <br />Who is your muse so cute and comfortable. <br />She sings to me in hypnotic melodies. <br />Awakening the memories of my childhood days. <br />Beyond a single entity, she is the all seeing eye to me. <br />The definition of my spirits divine connection. <br />Love generated through pure thought. <br />If we continue to question our abilities. <br />It will only be a matter of time, till we confront infinity. <br />Build castles in the forest for our friends to share. <br />Park view sun set successful completion. <br />Scattered thought patterns revealing new realms. <br />Unpeeling equal proportions of professionalism. <br />Fetch me the news paper so I can get depressed. <br />Pop a few pills now your feeling your best. <br />Silly ridiculous conundrum where in. <br />Stop leaving so many long comments. <br />Small ones to the point will inspire our perfection. <br />Disconnection created through disorientation. <br />How many more times before you get the hint. <br />The smell of myrrh and frankincense. <br />To some a persons age may have more to do with,<br />Human experience then moon rotation. <br />Personal reflection. <br />Personality traits carried on from our grandparents. <br />It saddens what I consider my well being, <br />To know that we have become accustomed, <br />To put beings in to a hierarchy. <br />I guess in order to control chaos. <br />Here we go again with the right answer being wrong in the end. <br />Realizing that we all have a role to play, <br />Movie perfection caught off screen with no make up on. <br />Eyes red like amber from lack of sleep. <br />Owl like imprints lay above your cheeks. <br />Crossing the Canadian boarder with a bag full of carrots. <br />A laptop that has the potential to create a legacy. <br />A living breathing entity. <br />I miss my brothers and sisters. <br />I am inspired by reconnection. <br />Animals speak to me through their hearts. <br />Like a string was attached to a old can. <br />Echoing caverns where as a child I took hikes. <br />Spinning rapidly like a whirling dervish. <br />Dignity and calm peaceful neutrality. <br />That’s alkalized living at its highest. <br />Above average rhythm, can surely spark your interest. <br /> Informative impeccable liability. <br />Building blocks across the front dash of the metal animal. <br />Out of bounds but up and back in it. <br />Laughing cause you never knew there where limits. <br />Misinformed by father time, to rush and race. <br />What ever happened to that which use to turn you on. <br />Like some one broke the switch and now its gone. <br />Well here you go my friend a spark to the fuse. <br />The fuel to the fire to ignite your tools. <br />Traversing through verses with creative cursive. <br />Heart pumping begging for comfort. <br />Alone feet spread wide, laughing at your feeling. <br />So excited and blissful almost surreal the free fall. <br />Continue on but leave the drama. <br />The road runner got a ticket and couldn’t go any farther. <br />So we left him back a the gate, <br />Asked him nicely if he would wait, <br />Upon agreeing I noticed a grin, <br />The most peculiar mannerism I’ve seen in months. <br />As if I was reading these words from your lips. <br />Or if my lips where yours. <br />A even eye exchange full filling fantasies, <br />Through the use of words on a page. <br />Grasp my arm as if you where falling from a cliff. <br />Let my words lift you up with no expectations to give. <br />Unnecessary weight carried for to long, <br />If I could have it my way every sentence would be a song. <br />I could continue on but my batteries gone.Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-21876853086795370732009-08-05T23:47:00.000-07:002009-08-05T23:51:23.309-07:00Slowly it Landed 8/5/09 10:57 AMSlowly as if it was only an illusion. <br />Stepping out of the shadow self. <br />Or in it again, snake like skin shedding. <br />Standing rooted in the earth. <br />Repetitive adlibs that fill our libido. <br />Like a tongue licking the salt off your wrists.<br />Kissing your eyes again with my words. <br />Clouds swirling in cosmic rotation, <br />As if every movement was a well thought out verse.<br />Each component putting more emphasis on the next. <br />Fully experiencing each and every pulling tide. <br />Relocating in order to calm the chaos of immortality. <br />Morsels of food reserved to feed the need. <br />Saved for another day of enjoyment. <br />When life ends does the world end as we know it. <br />Fear based future thoughts are nonsense. <br />Organization and optimism,<br />Are more suited for over all well being. <br />Enormous amounts of digging went in to cleaning the slate. <br />Washing the chock board clean from confusion and hate. <br />Wild rapids rushing past, replacing the sand with water. <br />Keeping track of time with an hour glass. <br />Noticing that the notes you have been taking are misleading. <br />Your love for another was swallowed whole. <br />Disregard the pride the revolution of holding a flag. <br />Standing for a purpose that blows in the wind. <br />Emotions run deep share them with me. <br />I can hear you speaking softly under your breath. <br />Words flutter like humming bird wings. <br />Women acting as if a spell has been cast. <br />The reports told us that the wind will last. <br />That the sail boat will have enough gust to get past. <br />My ancestors collected berries, <br />Hunted wild animals to bring home a feast. <br />The men where alchemist, and the women witches. <br />Puzzling how a healing art can be seen as taboo. <br />Yet we dictate decrepit dialogue to direct the children. <br />Guess tomorrows not that big a deal to some, Lost in the moment. <br />It’s as if we put ourselves in a Catch-22 position, <br />Some people love to be in a personal paradox. <br />Forgetting that what they put out,<br />Energetically effects all with in. <br />It’s doubtful that they are enjoying the embrace. <br />So lets give them a pep talk. <br />They can share the buzz I have. <br />The internal natural born rhythm of the Gods. <br />And as my chin lowers,<br />May they provide the strength to my Neck. <br />Align, every morning with excitement and joy, <br />Align, every night with gratitude and strength.Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-60897210779318946282009-08-02T22:06:00.000-07:002009-08-02T22:07:08.263-07:00Trusting water 7/29/-8/02/09 5:34 PMAs I arrive to the oceans side, <br />I wait for the tide to take me home. <br />All commotion calmed by her voice. <br />Ecstatic magnetism, <br />Spirits taking over your own control. <br />No longer dueling with the dragon of trust. <br />Those that have come before, <br />And think different then us. <br />Slowly traveling through the hallway of change. <br />The stair way toward unity and what we reclaim. <br />We save the date for celebration, <br />Selected the track then rearrange the station. <br />Mountain faces climax with in moments. <br />Power so deep unfocused passion won’t last. <br />The aftermath of calamity, always will pass. <br />Transmuted through movement peace and union. <br />Walking through the forest while driving past. <br />Outside of my body laying on the grass. <br />Sensitive skin tone of a tree. <br />Flesh like the bark. <br />Excuse me for a moment. <br />Let us breath, man and women created me. <br />Hands like stones eroding with time. <br />Two thoughts so similar, flexible massage <br />Quite like what a river looks like. <br />Rolling waves of thunder. <br />Solar beams of bolting light, <br />Weight of a falling feather lifted by the wind. <br />Pushed to one side in order for the other to begin. <br />With precision on the craft and focus with the art. <br />Blade made of opal pearl covered in lavender,<br />Raspberry purple leather, <br />She moves like a snake wrapping around musical notes. <br />Scales ascending in symmetrical metronomes. <br />The temptress tapping on the door. <br />If Cleopatra only knew, <br />The kind of zoo we moved in to, <br />Where horses are fenced in. <br />And birds and bee’s are afraid to fly. <br />The resonating language between you and I, <br />Harmony that introduces all that is awaiting. <br />So as the story book is written before us to see. <br />Pouring dirt over the hole’s, removing reminding remodeling, <br />Me, we dream together getting closer to the answer. <br />Mystery, slowly as the water rushes by, <br />And the rolling hills around us awaken what’s inside. <br />Giant’s that have been sleeping, <br />Skyscrapers incredible magic. <br />The masterpiece of a hard working unit. <br />Growing gardens along the city streets. <br />On your roof there is food to eat. <br />Their coming with baskets full of fruit cakes and rosaries. <br />White rose leafs dried from the heat. <br />Spider webs crystallized by the poets tongue. <br />The critique of nature’s obscure thoughts. <br />Heart full of memories deep rooted roots, <br />Griping tightly around our feet. <br />Firm and adaptable through and through. <br />The earth the world me and you.Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-9987381693276114952009-07-28T01:15:00.000-07:002009-07-30T11:43:15.522-07:00Eye’s on top 7/24/-7/27-09 4:08 PMI can see now how, I may be escaping the city. <br />Removed words actions that place us back. <br />Understandable imagery visual speech. <br />High school memories carbon copy footprints. <br />Sand stuck between the toes inside the socks. <br />What’s this thing you called a habit. <br />Habitual art form that exceeds past others. <br />Why so blue, you could blame it on the sky. <br />Soaking underneath purple rain drops. <br />Hazy afternoon clouds have all dissipated. <br />The Sun brought light and the sentiment of encouragement. <br />My words are deciphered by eyes in London. <br />Out of the ashes came the phoenix rising in the sky in Ashland. <br />Palm size turtles racing up your arm. <br />Tiny little reptilian smiles in the eyes of the looker. <br />Above the warm receiver lays an energetic man. <br />Her eyes mirroring down through his tired yet powerful body. <br />Talking with big words that barley fit in the vocabulary. <br />Layer upon layer removing old articles of clothes, <br />Gorgeous scene surreal feeling lowering your blocking hand. <br />Only for a moment in such a fast passed world, <br />Can leave you knocked out or up or in or out. <br />Knowing Angels care for you, that the dead dream of you. <br />Your intuition is a direct channel to the universal mother board.<br />Layer upon layer the structure is redefined. <br />For ever changing in the riddling tide. <br />Four Triangles all facing each other with a Candle In each. <br />Slow steady breath while your spirit transcends speech. <br />Clouds lifting like symmetrical shapes. <br />Playful imagery that I am you mentality. <br />Careful trusting that your loves as bright as mine. <br />Yet how do you know if you have never taken the chance. <br />To peak over the mountain in order to advance. <br />A stampede of wild bison roaring toward the river base. <br />Starving bear cubs awaiting to eat. <br />Even the smallest piece of meat will be a feast. <br />Sacred geometric crop circle patterns are only a taste. <br />Triple stacked homes built in geodesic dome shapes. <br />Polygons decorated with many varied colors. <br />Like prayer flags from Tibet. <br />Set up in Georgia. <br />Bottles overflowing with compassionate liquid. <br />Passing by historical sites. <br />Water stagnant but only for a short time. <br />A rock was skimmed across the top,<br />Creating ripples in the core. <br />Fire breaths in side me, <br />Together the wind and I speak. <br />We tell each other secrets that we don’t need to keep. <br />It’s not out of jealously but out self we seek. <br />As if you where walking in my shoes while I was sound asleep. <br />Silent owl speaking and asking for the rain. <br />Butterflies above me create music well acclaimed. <br />Sipping red sitting with in the center again. <br />White dove with a black back drop <br />Black crow with a white back drop.<br />Tight tank top. <br />Two cups of the best stuff on earth. <br />Made by nature to avoid the curse. <br />What is worth more, choice or freedom. <br />Or is freedom choice. <br />Animalistic urges exist, <br />Evolution will point at what permanent is. <br />A pecan apple pie made with a lemon twist. <br />A seven out of ten is better then a 3 out of 5. <br />How does that work, who knows who the majority is. <br />If the man wasn’t counting and judging with a stick. <br />Slick oil paintings creating rainbows that reside. <br />In the heart of hearts of a passer bye. <br />The answer to why had to do with the moon and the tide. <br />The feeling of the ocean or a pool and a stream, <br />The lake, river, and sea connects with the smallest creek. <br />Diving boards made in Italy seem to have a great spring. <br />But the combination of more then one can be a sure thing. <br />Percolating kettle with slow roasting tea inside. <br />I think so, could be mistaken thought it was egg plant. <br />Ended up being bacon. Flesh standing naked. <br />Awaken making memories answers like eight balls shaken. <br />Tip toe through the vacant hallway of hero’s. <br />Full of those who taught, some unknowing. <br />Teachers taking on the task to reflect the process. <br />Of becoming an adult and wearing our costumes. <br />Accustomed to change by evaluating problems. <br />Little lesson by the wise women sitting on the bench. <br />Who only leaves for memories she left to dry on the fence. <br />Hence the lengthy answer that she bravely left. <br />When asked the simple question about what love truly is. <br />She raised her hand and shook it as if doing a little dance. <br />Smiled in perfection humbled by her spine. <br />The alignment and connection she felt in the divine.Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-561461234278622457.post-50036176005719918432009-07-24T14:21:00.001-07:002009-07-24T14:21:43.544-07:00Intoxicating Rhythm 7/22/09 8:00 AMTime Now, I have thought of that before,<br />Read it placed it down, in between dotted lines. <br />Connected dots that have lead me home. <br />Left me in the essence of a rhythmic poem, <br />With swift limerick like little licks under the cheek bone. <br />Extracted exactly five lines in a row, <br />White roses for healing, <br />Healthy living elevates the entire existence of people. <br />The humans being the epitome of the planet.<br />Planetary alignment imbedded in our memory. <br />A unfolding for centuries. <br />Stretched out along the pool, <br />Right knee slightly bent over left. <br />Head turns to the right, <br />Scans the cosmos back up around again, <br />The other side a silhouette perfect symmetrical pattern <br />Neck and head re connect to trunk and spine, <br />Legs relax as eyes do the walking, <br />Starting to open then becoming shut, <br />A thousand Jolt’s of electricity can’t open them up. <br />Cut off from the sing along, for being off key. <br />Thrown out of class for wanting to be free. <br />I haven’t even put it up yet. <br />Placed down what’s next, awaiting for your arrival. <br />This time with no special effects. <br />Organic and pure with the ability to adapt. <br />Snap faster then a synapse, lighting strike wink of an eye. <br />All things considered I am a drummer man. <br />Runner of salvations will. <br />A farmer raising his poems as if they are children of the sea. <br />Dancing in the Pitch black with Music just right, <br />Eyes wide open, In the surreal void of sleep that sneaks upon. <br />Do I need to ask or will you let me know.Souleyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266308665209654777noreply@blogger.com0