Soul Pressed Poetry

Poetry that comes from our soul.

you speak of truth (10 March 2011)


you speak of truth
like someone had written it
on the back of your hand

I wish I could draw the galaxy there
so you would know truth
is not a set of words

but the space between
every cell and star
as they rest


  1. I loved this – especially the first two stanzas – who could argue with such wisdom? Not even a fool would try; only perhaps an ignorant.

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