Fragments of Soul

[WolfyOne]

Originally Posted by IrishGrrl

I walked so long and so far
I walked the line
leaving bloody footprints of my past.
I walked from south to north
West to East
I never have done things the "right" way.

Only scrub lands and desert
an occasional succulent plant to sustain me
No rain, no relief, no joy

My compass broke long ago
along with my heart
Nothing to guide me
Even the stars were un aligned

I tried to follow the sun
only to be burned time and again
I tried to salve my wounds
to no avail
A reminder of the errors of my longing

I was ready to give up
lay down and accept my fate
Let the land decide my future
I had almost nothing left

Laying on the hard cracked ground
a wind stirred
a wiff of cool breeze
and the smell of fresh water

Raising my head for the last time
I wondered
what cruel trick was being played
what fresh hell was being shown

Laughing out loud I decided
get up and follow
at least see this last day through
I have nothing left to lose

Ahead of me a mirage
the smell of cool air
tropical foliage
and new grass.

Sounds of rushing water
birds chirping
and suddenly..
the beat of my heart
rising through the long silence.

Even when I reached the edge
I doubted
my eyes, my heart, my mind
everything laid before me.

Still I knelt.
Raised a handful of water to my lips
tasted the cool wetness
let it run down my chin.

Still I did not believe.

Slowly I walked forward
smelling sweet fruit from a healthy tree.
I was afraid to pull it from the branch,
looking around to make sure no one saw.

I took a tenative bite.
And then another.
Finally, the biggest bite I could manage.

It was grainy
sweet and juicy.
Filled with the taste
of honey, apples, and something I could not name.

I lay in the grass
the cool shade
and finally..

I believed.

This is a beautiful poem
Are these your words, if so, keep them coming
If it's not, may I inquire as to the author, I'd like to read more

[IrishGrrl]

Originally Posted by WolfyOne

This is a beautiful poem
Are these your words, if so, keep them coming
If it's not, may I inquire as to the author, I'd like to read more

yep. it's just me...

[WolfyOne]

Originally Posted by IrishGrrl

yep. it's just me...

I shall be checking back for more
Hurry, hurry, hurry
Um, no rush
Just anticipation

[IrishGrrl]

Jezebel by Acid Bath

If I took this cigarette and put it out on you...

Would you love me?

Her throat is soft
Her lips are red
Her thighs are white
Her heart is dead

Jezebel

Red rope
Burns around her wrists
Her blood is cold..like a serpents kiss
Do you love your whore?
I like to hear you beg
She crouched down in the corner with her head between her legs

Jezebel

Broken glass and dirty needles
Soul erosion truth
Electric god
Our superman found dead in a telephone booth

Shards of teeth
Ice pick abortions
Orgasmic death so warm
Lets die screamin'
Black goat semen
I can't hear you whisper "conform"

Hearts will stop and brain cells pop
Apocalyptic high

She screams bloody murder as they chop off her fingers
So this is how it feels to die

But it's ok
Yeah everything's ok

She was screaming about conspiracy
Talkim' about taking sides
I was masturbating, just contimplating
The cold love of suicide

Hearts will stop and brain cells pop
Apocalyptic high
She was screaming bloody murder as they chop off her fingers...
So this is how it feels to die

[IrishGrrl]

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[IrishGrrl]

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[IrishGrrl]

Is there One who has the compassion of Kwan Yin
One who has the patience to see the flower unfold
before it is picked
before it is bruised
plucked, and put in stagnant water?

Is there One who would feed it in it's natural state
give it rain when it is thirsty
sun when is it weak
gently pull the weeds
prun it with delicate hands
toward its full potential?

Is there One who desires the visit the secret garden
or merely the florist.