SOULSINKLING

Along the path of life, his soul was martyred squalor turned him into a cringing retard all he was left with was a seven inch penis with a gelded sanity and a bag of cannabis what is humanity if not animal in disguise? more deadly perhaps, if dignity is denied!

We paint our placards empty, with so many un-sounding words, while our troubles grow plenty, Truth is lost under a heap of words. We paint our feelings, in colour, in fervent endeavor, To match the tenor of our souls, Sometimes dark, sometimes in fervor. We paint our discourse in lies, Bringing to life a splash false amity to see us thro’ a short friendly day ere, we are torn apart by an infant calamity. All we do is paint, brushes nonchalant at hand, we may unknowingly paint, Our existence extinct.

My pen bleeds-out my heart throbbing; cosmos to create uncurling scrolls stretch the sky glowing luminous words fly adventures become ventures unflustered, deprived of luster. My pen dances to the dirge of my soul beating; to be released out of its spool Roaring words thunder to deaf ears returning back in deafening echoes endeavors becomes founders to oblivion awakened to angst, deprived of expression.

We call earth home here we've built our throne but now we know we aren't alone from whence we came.............? that memory is lost in the ping pong of amnesia. I am an earthling, I was born on earth. We have been here for many, many years; the question of where we came from has only elicited controversy. There are folklore, theories and stories that contradict each other. Out there in the cosmos is an expanse that we are yet to fully explore. It is said that we are humankind; but somehow, someone, something shredded off as you would postage stamp off an envelope; the kind in our kind......Scientist say we are grounded on this planet by a force they call gravity.........or the grounding force. They say earth is the only planet that supports life - however they have been of late exploring the possibility of life out there in the expansive scope of what we call the universe, there has been stories of a new found earth-twin out there, they gave it a nam...

Soulsinkling is what my poetry is all about you are thus invited to read comment and help me express........dispense these thoughts! WELCOME!

In the cold wet night She escaped in fright poverty ravaged shaggy and haggard a witch fleeing neighborly hate but truth was her poverty stricken looks foster'd it They closed her hut and razed it down her existence erased she was lucky to have left.