"Ship to Soul" (Entry 497)

Gentle lap against iron side.

Lost of gentle roll.

A busman’s holiday off shore,

to sea where lies his soul.

"Coast Road" (Entry 438)

Drive the coat road. 

A signature scrawled. 

Bend beyond bend. 

Chiseled melt of sand belt 

Against soothing moving vast potion of ocean. 

To drive, to see,

For, I am home. 

My place to be. 

Single lanes of dipping, slipping, Tarmac'd heat. 

Overtaking, sliding, squeaking on leather seat. 

This slick grey snake slinks 

from north to south, south to north,

As sun slices and sinks beyond 

the ebb and flow of expanse burst forth. 

To drive, to see. 

For, I am home. 

My place to be. 

My place to be. 

"Delving Deeper Than He Knew" (Entry 360)

There was an uneasiness between his shoulder blades. 

A feeling never felt before. 

Not an itch needing to be scratched. 

Something deeper, you just abhor. 

So deep an ache from his back to his neck,

Catching his throat in a vice and a rope. 

It reached forward to grasp at his heart. 

Sucking air from his chest, and all hope. 

It enveloped him and grabbed at his spirit. 

All life and joy now left. 

Disabling his prayers and ambitions. 

Pulling him further to hell. Soul bereft. 

"To Know the Soul" (Entry 345)

To fold with strength of what you know. 

To keep on forward against the foe.

To save another above one's own. 

That's how to feel your soul has grown. 

"Force Unknown" (Entry 324)

You ripped my world apart

When you came through. 

Broke my heart, 

Tore my soul. 

You never knew. 

*****

Our love and thoughts go out to those devastated by the Oklahoma City tornado. 

"Heart's Question" (Entry 321)

What can the heart do, 

When the mind wants to dream?

Only the soul can lead the chorus. 

"The Pilgrim's Walk" (Entry 255)

The bleeding had stopped
to leave hardened skin.
Blisters upon blisters, ten fold.
Healed from within.
The evidence of how far she'd walked.
Her food pack long depleted
to where even at this height,
life's own need, the air retreated.
Mountain springs and nature forage
her only sustenance supplied,
but as she reached the pinnacle,
tripping over craggy outcrops, she sighed
as tearing her robe on jagged stone,
she knew why she had come.
This three month pilgrimage, it was worth it.
She'd reached the Holy One.

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Only 300 to go!

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"Hey from The Invisible" (Entry 212)

"Hey, Lady? Hey, Lady!"
Hey, Lady?
You got any change?
Do you even see me
Beneath your up-turned nose?
I am one of the forgotten.
The invisible child.
Spare a thought and some change.
Remember me here.
Have I got through, reached a nerve or
A distant soul?
Hey, Lady. I'm here.
Heel flicks grime...
No. Not this time.

"Live Away" (Entry 197)

This statement is full of nonsense.
A stalemate of words so dense.
You can never live away from home.
For when you travel, where'er you roam.
Isn't that where you live?
Your home is the heart you give.

"Waiting at the Crossroads" (Entry 188)

He waits.
He knows.
That they will come along in droves.
The guilty and desperate.
The angst ridden and loved to late.
Wanting help and change.
To take away memories and blame.
So he waits.
The Crossroads Stranger.
Meet him.
Remember the danger.
His price? Yes, his toll.
He's after your soul.

"Midnight Revellers" (Entry 184)

Join the throng when days long gone.
To party through the whole night too.
Take my hand, sing 'Auld Lang Syne'.
Soon the bars will be all mine.
People watch without a care.
Midnight revellers. I want to be there.

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Happy New Year!

Hope 2012 leaves you with fond memories.

May 2013 bring you many, many more!

"Dissolve to Memory" (Entry 183)

I close my eyes
to windows bright shine
to sense white flash
of negative shapes dash
and dance in darkened space.
Only to feel them float and dissolve
to be memory in deepened soul.

"Faith of Spirit" (Entry 179)

The strength of human spirit in adversity,
strikes the soul's desire and diversity.
When splintered and left broken.
That's when it proves faith's not a token.

"Explanation Squelched" (Entry 162)

He never listened.
Bombastic and exploding over her sentences.
Never letting her fini-
Covering her in spite, spittle and righteousness.
Always the shake of the round red blood-pressured head.
High and mighty.
Explanations squelched.
Squashing her opinions and individuality.
She was alright to be different as long as it was the same as his.
Broken and unable to speak.
She sobbed into the darkness of his soul.

"Going Underground" (Entry 123)

Depths of suffocating soil surrounds
the casket of the last
breath long gone
and into the decay of seeping underground.
To swell and soften where naught but
wormage and crawled unseen can
listen to the lack of yell.
And yet.
All must return to dust,
all except for
Soul's energetic which will ne'er be destroyed.
Continued existence overjoyed.

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

"Shot by Sorrow" (Entry 75)

The bullet did not burst the heart,
nor grazed the muscle at all.
It nicked a nerve which sent
the soar of pain straight to the soul.
Thoughts to better times enflamed,
then shrunk back to reality.
Passing sorrow which is calmed,
but never healed and not to be.