by Soul Mate | Oct 11, 2006 | Poetry
The soul is dark, stormy and cold – a clenching fist, my sweaty hand, In one month I’ve become so old – a living alien in a foreign land. Raccoon eyes in mirror they stare – he’s gone and will not return. The place he knew is now bare...
by Soul Mate | Jul 17, 2006 | Poetry
My friend, the dark has taken you – Wrapped your mind, soul. And your beautiful body and hart is stung into past traumatic paralysis. I feel your fear and taste your tear and touch your dead living limb and blink when you dive for cover. You cant see me and I...
