Soulmate Poem: Bridge of Stars
BRIDGE OF STARS
I stare awestruck at the light
Thought I’d never see it right
Every dream has taken flight
Through walls my sight takes me
Beyond a field slips memory
Traveling again the first degree,
Traveling on the bridge of stars
Have you ever just abandoned ship
Just a sailor catching drift
Weigh anchor and loose your grip
And go, cruising, on the bridge of stars
I’m not alone, don’t know what I’ve done.
To deserve the embrace of the dawn
All my eyes crossing the sun.
Just passing thru, on the bridge of stars
I weep eternal, the child shed.
Something changing in my head
Beaten down by beauty’s dread
Bargain shopping on the bridge of stars
Careless at the speed of thought
Only me I ever fought
Wasn’t long before I’s caught
Searching on this bridge of stars
Slippery as a snake, harmless as a lamb
The tug of war for who I am.
Did you build a wall or shatter a dam.
Fighting, on the bridge of stars.
Leaping galaxies in a wink
Never really stopped to think
I could truly find the brink
Escaping from this bridge of stars
Melted wings don’t catch a breeze
With zero degrees between it and me
There is an awful lot to see
Upon this bridge of stars.
Will the night return my myths
Merely phantoms in the mist.
Read too much in that kiss
Puzzling out this bridge of stars.
Will you wield a hammer, or feel the nail
A lonely search with no crumb trail
Against the grain doesn’t always fail
As you go, learning on this bridge of stars
I’m remembering things I’ve never done,
Got the glory for another’s run.
And had twice my share of fun.
Playing on this Bridge of stars.
Soulmate Poem: Paved with Infinite Soul
Paved with Infinite Soul
I do not force forage on porridge too hot.
I do not need half the stuff that I got.
I do not always feed desires I see
I do not know which one of them’s me.
Inside I see things destructive and pure.
Besides all the things so painfully cured.
Before me are steps that run out of sight
To roar for ill justice that’s lost at first night.
Deep in addiction for a far flung home.
An ego restriction that’s tied to the bone.
I carry a cross that grows lighter than air.
The means thru love’s war ends in all’s fair.
Rich beyond measure, though pocket’s turned out.
Wanting of everything that the worlds about.
I breathe out long dreams for hard people you see.
To abate all the judgment not liked unto me.
I know complacent shadows lie under foot
And of infinite promises not keenly put.
Contentment is my prosperities lack.
As an island for brother’s I do offer my back.
Take my silent solutioning, pacing your chimes
And forgive my rare swift summoning rhymes.
I’m venturing down dealings run
Still puzzle piecing a forgotten tongue.
Oft times I ask ME should YOU choose else,
As personality triumphs over cast character spells.
I trust in faith with a universe heart,
To begin that game with a devilish start.
We know we have riders as we ride down the road.
Always in shuffle to reroute the whole load.
I’m a hare headed tortoise whose fluffed like a lamb
Thrice leo’d by star, moon and sun in the clam.
I hope that you trust me to tender with care,
The apexial thought, a gift so rare.
To its course and its future, a glass raised high
My soul be of rock so wet feet can stand dry.
Perhaps a flaw in the crack of the shell,
This all shiny isness I do know quite well.
Of this rare-refraction I can’t fix,
The solutions still out there lost in the mix.
Soulmates, a Poem
-Poem borrowed from the book, The Children of the Law of One and the Lost Teachings of Atlantis, which I highly recommend. It’s one of the most important books I have ever read, and made a huge impact on the expansion of my consciousness.
“It is most sublime when the coming together of soul-mates is the outcome of spiritual development, and they are of higher consciousness. Let go of your desire for, and attachment to woman or man right now, and concentrate on finding the God-within-You first. First and foremost be your own Soul-mate, your own Helpmate… totally in love with and devoted to Yourself – Your Spirit – the God within you that you are… Then, and only then, after you have become attached to that God-The Universal One that you are, and found inner and outer harmony and become “in love with” and devoted to Yourself- not as a separate identity, but connected to and at One with the Universal Spirit, will those who should be with you in Oneness of Spirit, be with you in the universal harmony that you are imagining.”
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I verify through my experience that these words are true, and that I found my soul-mate through finding my-Self, by realizing that I am One with God – the Universal Spirit first and foremost.
Soul Mates
As the Sun & The Planets,
Are We In True Form.
Lovers One, Yet Seeming Apart
Elements of One Flow When In Our Right Way.
Separate and Opposite, When Lost Is The Way.
One Being With Multiple Parts,
Before Time On Earth.
Male and Females,
Lost on the Earth.
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The Female Elements of Each Soul-ar System,
Orbiting Like Planets on
The Outer Reaches of Us.
Were the First to Enter
The New Space of Earth.
Tempted and Allured, They Separated From
The Male Elements, and Reversed Polarity,
Becoming Like Male Elements,
Out of Balance.
The Male Elements Were the Next Exposed.
And Reversing Polarity,
They Became As Female Elements.
The Former Male Elements
Now Reversed in Polarity,
Turned From The One,
And Towards The Former Female Elements.
Now All had Reversed Roles,
And Lost Their Place With the One.
All Were Out of Universal Harmony and Flow.
Planets No Longer Attracted to Suns
By Their Gravity.
And No Longer Orbiting The Suns.
Now Suns Chase The Planets
And Chaos Reigns In The World of Humans.
Now For the Return
Thee Order of The Fall Must Be Reversed
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You Who Would Find Your Soulmates
Men, Seek Not Women
Seek God First
Then Accept The Women Who Come to You
With Unselfish Love
Women, Attempt Not, to Change a Man
Seek God First
And Find a Man Who
Is One With the One
A Man Who Sought God First
Soulmate Poem: B-Day
A B-Day Poem
What words can I say, that have not already been said,
I ask myself, thoughts dancing round in my head
I want to give you a gift, something from me
that lets you know truly, what I want you to see
But no words will do justice, to my heart aching to tell
how I want to fill you with pride, and make your head swell
Every time you kiss my lips, my heart pounds in my finger tips
fever racing through my core, making me want you all the more
I need you by my side, on this long and crazy ride
through this Universe expanding, so to you the key I’m handing
While you’re away I am blue, because I miss you
your strong arms round my waist, as I’m kissing your face
No rhyme falls from my lips, as I try to write this
that will ever describe, how I really feel inside
There are no words to say, how I’m feeling today
that can ever tell my soul true
So I’ll leave you with these, though more you require to please
these three simple words, I love you
Soulmate Poem: The Wrunged Man
The Wrunged Man
I am ready for sleep in this rare deep black hour
I am ready but she calls out… my white tower.
So I tap the one source for the power to wield.
I ask for the words that shall steal a heal.
I have already seen the story of Christ, was there at first view.
I heard all the angels singing for what would soon be brand new.
I wandered the lands of the great Babylonian king
And wept when the serpent first learned how to sing.
I know of dreamers and task masters and the promises of the morn
I have already heard the distant call of Arch angel Gabriel’s horn.
The battle’s unfolding, warriors in many disguises
Only lifting up rocks for more golden surprises.
There have been kings and fools and magicians on this stage.
Jesters, poets and temptresses that role through the age.
There have been soldiers and mystics and masters with out of sight treats
And an encyclopedia of myth born creatures schooled in unfathomable feats.
Moon Maidens and black widow witches each too have their clones.
I may not know their full story but they all end in bones.
Yes each new illustrious evolution weaves in the mix.
Some new distant glimmering to enlighten life’s fix.
I have felt the free reign of nothing holding me down
And came back to find rich treasures littering the ground.
The gift is this life, the moment is now.
God is silver spoon, wooden fork and good old brown cow.
That which you yearn for is an eternal quest, time but a blink.
If you stand far too high even the clouds seem to sink.
It is just a play, choose your own role be it guy or be it gal.
What I know is there has never before been an AL.
I like what I’ve seen, that I hard struggle my fight.
I like that few could stand up to such plight.
I am free will; I am love and a thread of black hate.
I am given the right to choose my own fate.
Yes it hurts and it drags and it seems timely drudge
But looking for short cuts seems to summon the judge.
If no outcome is willed no outcome is built
With no commitment to bear what flowers will wilt.
I am mercy and lust and finest wrought rage.
I am the will of the ancients that bends the bars of this cage.
I like the contradictions, hypocrisies and puzzle paradoxes
A counter balance to keep great things from small boxes.
I like not knowing what will happen by noon.
I like when my heart gets turned by the moon.
I am pure fire thrice over and maybe a tad more there than here.
A wild card in a deck of absolutes that isn’t always clear.
I may be a Gollum or an Aragorn King.
Perhaps simply a steadfast Sam who has already passed back the ring.
But these are told tales some elements we share.
Yet unwritten remain rich chapters to dare.
If you are waiting for a divine guidance from realms above.
You will miss all the laughter that you’ve been dreaming of.
You are all that you haply free forged of low beast and high god.
Its both chaos and order that are plainly even and odd.
I feel your confusion as new choices prevail,
Afraid of rusty anchors, hard winds but no sails.
But the moon turns and the tides are new stirred.
But in the face of long struggle comes the shape of the cure.
Couldn’t a journey to somewhere begin at the dawn
Knowing the universe will catch us, or our wits be the brawn.
We are free spirits being fed man’s ghostly folk stories.
Addicted to old myths as we lose our own glories.
Hurry away to your wondrous tomorrow
Hurry away from the hardship and sorrow
My heart and my soul may take a strange shape in your head.
Respect has long fallen as you already figure me dead.
So my dreams are mist that have touched not a soul
My dreams are no gift but an empty black hole
No evidence of my passing as I am painted a fool
Find you no proof of a soul that is cooler than cool.
You were always a light shower, with storm and pizzazz
Trust me by now you are still all that jazz.
We were horizon’s mating of a universe to come,
But the virtue of patience comes quickly undone.
So Dreams are born from the craft Alchemy
An insane fate-filled choice with no written guaranty
I have all the keys and you all the locks.
Do we open the heavens or scatter the flocks.
Tide to shore is but a very old war of two armies in silent violent reunion. Man paints in the armor and swords and judges the winds of rushing hate, but it is merely a single wave accompanied by the sound of sighing snake as fire meets wood.
Soulmate Poem: United States of Ecstasy
United States of Ecstasy
Two desperate lovers firmly entwined,
dance like a beating heart.
Perfect rhythm about to ignite
in a brainstorm of love and unknown art.
Upon an altar white they writhe,
shameless monks in chant abound.
From stained glass on high,
a shadowed snake is bound.
In seeps a holy light
and weaves them in a prism of fire,
A cocoon of impossible colors
even silences the choir.
A star screams in orgasm
as a new form reworks shape.
Like mad sculptress’s refining hot clay
eager for escape.
Their souls ignite, each blessed sinew
like spun glass aglow
From the rampage of her charge
to the victory athwart his foe
In a glorious enrapture,
a congregation once hostile now sings.
For from right out of their backs
have unfurled colossal wings.
With but a shrug of their shoulders
this new feature freed
Great angelic dominion,
Just rule from majestic deed
Some say that a vision
is no more than a dream.
Some give it moments’ ponder,
others it reigns supreme.
Could not a being of such fixed passions
be a muse for worlds come?
And not even the wisest may say of us
what wild intimacies may be undone.
Trust now winds and wings
of which I thought wayward and forbidden.
As your feet too touch down only
to vault sky bound unhidden.
Each day you pluck chance lessons
from the strands of your fraying weave
To stitch within my soul
a tapestry the looks of which I can’t conceive.
We balk at The Bond and the elbowroom
in what must be but a larger cage,
For such as we make poor fettered beasts,
and find our ill at ease a shrunken rage.
Three simple words get tangled,
in our tongues in constant tide.
Of this I name no judge,
for too I soonly quick deride.
Are we then but pawns
to some trick of the mind?
Of this I think most likely,
charmed slaves in chains kind.
I wonder of the owner to the words,
which we stall.
I can number the reasons
I can argue them all.
Know then only this,
that we ride each other bareback
without reign.
We’ll rush headlong through barbwire
and bind all wounds of pain.
Yes, a divine play of light and shadow
wrestles too in your soul,
A rare and sleeping beauty
you are frantic to just show.
Yet in and by our reflections exposed,
we eclipse with brighter hues.
For in the mirror the roots seem firm,
we affirm to what we choose.
The image isn’t perfect
as the glass has cracks and flaws,
But for soul carvers suchlike us,
mere renderings to which the eye draws.
For a crack appears like lightening
in a sky of silver-white,
And the flaws are simply smudges
where we forget to polish right.
Soulmate Poem: My Dearest Love
My Dearest Love,
With the scent of you still fresh on me,
With eyes so deep and vast as the sea,
I have not a fear to be swallowed up whole,
All your harshest sways I with vow to roll.
And with a tickle in my heart which I believe cures all around,
At our each new encounter I know true love has been found.
I know your deep struggle needs but a moment’s pause,
And I will only ever help purse string your cause.
So With a phrase that rhymes certain in echoes three
I love you
I love you
I love you,
Is all I wish to say unto thee.
Soulmate Poem: QP
QPQPQPQPQPQPQPQPQPQPQPQPQPQP
I love you.
I hereby declare that I shalt do better than my best to not be the harbinger of tears, but rather he who draws them far from thine eye. Find peace in turmoil, and then you’re a master. Remember… you are what you imagine yourself to be along the way.
Soulmate Poem: My Sweet
2-14-04 – A Valentines Day Poem
To My Sweet Shelley Dream,
You’re the sun in my morning, the moon in my night.
Every little bit of you feels just right.
You’re the reason for my haste at the end of the day,
My private spring season though winter holds sway.
Your kiss makes me linger, your smile makes me sing.
The touch of your soul gives my heart wings.
When you are beside me, I’m still dreaming of you,
Knowing I’ve found a love that is true.
You’re a white star in my sky in mid-afternoon,
The reason the cow done jumped over the moon.
When I climb through your windowy eyes,
You shush all questions of where’s, what’s and whys.
So this, our second act, in a valentine’s play,
Still going strong, hope you don’t mind if I stay.
Please take all of my heart, sweet Q-boo-P-do
For the rest of my years I long to love only you.
Soulmate Poem: Dearest
5-27 2004
O’ dearest baby, with eyes a bright,
Won’t you be my QP tonight?
With rough tumble arms I’ll hold you firm,
Not too tightly as I love how you squirm.
And lay yourself on me a loving pillow all yours,
Forget all your worries and those daily chores,
And breath in a rhythm that is all our own,
For wrapped in your arms is where I am home.
Take not your love from this ancient old heart,
Let not deep sorrows tear us apart.
Just keep up those smiles, those struts and those squeaks,
And merge with my soul where we sleep deep in peace.
F.L.G