Soul Pressed Poetry

Poetry that comes from our soul.

some kind of lust (23 Dec 2007)


like a song bouncing in full
like notes off empty echoes
and lingering in the absence

of absence, like a pack of dogs
howling at night and calling
up ghosts, the fire of love and death

flaming my intoxication, joining the
divine like madness
that melody of moving

stillness, no thought escapes
let me adulterate every
chaste thought of you

as one who sees the saint
before sunrise, and calls
her a sinner

let it be seen square on
how madness beats a heart
into action, what strength

to grasp the truth, I command
my every step aware, lest
the shit clings

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