Body



My soul has chosen a creative being
To house itself,..for learning.

Strong,yet delicate in all the right
places.

It's just a frame of mind.

Nothing could be more complete.

Like a puzzle when all the pieces fit.
when the learning is over..



My soul exits.

c.2007t23k

You Know What I Mean?

I don't have any money
And some people care about that
But I don't need it to make my day sunny
You know what I mean?

It's not that I don't like it
Don't misunderstand me
It's just that it doesn't buy shit
You know what I mean?

Sure, it can get you fancy jewels
And a bunch of stuff you don't need
But can you buy accessories for your soul?
You know what I mean?

What I'm saying is, money is nice and cool
and you can use it as a status symbol
But in the eyes of some, you'll still be a fool
You get what I mean?

Volitan said:

Nice. Write a poem about those.

Girdle said:

Meh. I don't even know what I meant by that. I just meant it can't buy you happiness, or love, or more specifically, that money won't get you into Heaven. That's what I meant by that particular line.

Volitan said:

I know, but it's a good line. Makes you wonder what a soul accessory would be. Qualities, maybe.

I just wanna say, if this poem seems corny or hokey, oh well, I wrote it on the spot, and it reflects my actual feelings when I wrote it. I didn't have time for rhyming dictionaries and this isn't anything but something for me and the way I feel

To Stay

Sometimes I just wanna scream
You're probably on another man's arm
Just another one of his things

We could've had each other
But the fire went out
We shouldn't even bother

I could've given you the moon
Everything you wanted and more
I'd have given my world for you

You balled it up, and threw it away
Like trash on you sidewalk
you were my cover from the rain

If everything else was taken away
and you were all I had
I'd be fine, I'd be okay

You and me, we could've made it
But it wasn't meant to be
You were supposed to keep my soul lit

We climbed the highest mountain
Only to see ourselves fall
All I wanted was to bathe in your fountain

Now that it's over, you'll move on
Another man, another lover, to plant your flowers
I'll just deal with the fact that you're gone

To Stay

Actually Volitan, for an on the spot poem, this is quite good.
I only hope she realizes what she missed.
Maybe you should send this poem to her and let her know how you feel.
It's chancy, of course, but we all need to take chances in this world,
or we could really miss out on some pleasures in life.

tony23k said:

You are so grounded....beautiful Tony.....

obsessed said:

Thanks. She was actually the muse for most of the poems I've posted. Great girl (actually that a gross understatement) but I can't spend forever trying to chase her down and wait for her to figure herself out, and I don't expect her to that for me either. Shit happens, and you move on.

Volitan said:

You're absolutely right...good thinking.

Volitan said:

You kinda sound like a comtemporary version of Yeats, with less structure of course. But the heart shines pretty bright
This is really good stuff
keep postin, i'll keep reading

EmbattledWarrior said:

Thanks a lot. I've got other stuff as well, not really like this, but I'm not quite happy with it. Maybe I'll post it tomorrow for some critiquing...by the way, do you mind giving me an opinion on my "You Know What I Mean" poem. You seem to be the most blunt and honest so I'd like your opinion on it.

I actually just wrote this, i've been relishing in a morbid mood

Strawberry Wine

Hook
Lord take me home
before it rains down
the blood of angels
Is fallin to the groung
see me dive
into the river of lights
my wrist dissolves
into strawberry wine

Verse 1
Drank like a river
till i was too drunk to dream
Dragging all these memories
across the seas
And oceans of wine
soon begin to lose their taste
Stumble into the bedroom
My last breath utters her name

Hook
Lord take me home
before it rains down
the blood on angels
Is fallin to the groung
see me dive
into the river of lights
my wrist dissolves
into strawberry wine

Verse 2
i took a shower
to rinse the cold wind from my hair
My vision still blurry
Still i would of sworn she was there
Down in the corner
Where the walls eyes, they came alive
looking at me from the darkness
Surrounded in strawberry wine


Hook
Lord take me home
before it rains down
the blood on angels
Is fallin to the groung
see me dive
into the river of lights
my wrist dissolves
into strawberry wine

Verse 3
And the light of the sun
leads the way toward the evening
And the sky spreads
so blood red
Birds in the belfry
Don't stop their chirping
And the angel of death
collects what's left

Volitan said:

You seem to be getting point across here
But i think my main bag with it
is who are you talking too?
are you just telling your opinions about money?
or are you trying to like school someone
This sounds very Princey time, Ala Radical Man 2045 (might be a good template for ya)
You got some really great lines i paticularly like last verse
I just think you need to elaborate
possibly with more sayings and catch phrases
this could be like one of those old school blues/funk attempts
i don't know if thats what your going for,
but when i read it, thats what i felt from it
i think its promising, def needs more work
and a chorus
than it'll truly shine
then again you did say this was a poem correct?

Alone, in the quiet corners of my mind
my empty glass beside me
I wait for inspiration

and wait

and wait

and wait

and all I know is that I'm missing you.


But then there's always tomorrow.
[Edited 11/14/07 9:33am]

EmbattledWarrior said:

It was a Prince inspired thing. Mostly inspired by "The Ladder" and "Pop Life". It's not aimed at any particular person. Just kind of a precautionary thing. My response to people who think Money is what life is all about. It is just a poem, but like all my poems, I'd like to think with a little chisling and smoothing out, it could be a song.

Volitan said:

Great!!! see i had a feeling...
Pop life might be the best template than.
If you need more inspiration, What i'd do is like do a writing session where people spend rediculous amounts of money on nothing
The mall would be a great place...
Just watch them and let the words flow!
Than take that session and integrate it with the present lyrics, and just pick out which lines you think are the best...
and you'll get a song you'll be somewhat pleased with
Great stuff, again.

Volitan said:

nice poem Volitan,
I like that line too.

obsessed said:

Thank You Karen,
I really appreciate that

EmbattledWarrior said:

One of my best friends is like that. He comes from money, and he's always spending it like it's water. My family has never had a whole lot of money, though at one point my family was quite well off, but even then, I had to work for any money I bummed off of my parents. My friend takes his money for granted, and that was also an inspiration.

Here's another one. I just wrote it (literally, just set the pen down). It's another on the spot one. It's titleless. I guess I'll just call it "Virgin"??

Virgin

You ain't no virgin
You don't need to lie
I know what you're all about
Committing those biblical crimes

I've seen you around
Playin' loose to those guys
You'd do any damn thing
To give them a rise

I think you should know
Sex can't buy it all
You'd do anything
For them to give you a call

And when my time comes
I ain't gonna wine and dine you
It looks like all I'd have to do
Is talk to you

Here's another. It's a little old. I'm still not comfortable with it fully, so give me some tips on it.

Flower Girl

I can't sleep for 1000 nights
When you're not next to me
You're the one who has to be in my sight
In order to free my soul

No one else on Earth
Can ever take you place
That one thing's for sure
No one else can be my sweet Flower Girl

You're a wonder in your own right
The end of my personal rainbow
When I'm in the dark, you're my only light
All colors of the rainbow

Volitan said:

i like this one.cool shit

tony23k said:

EmbattledWarrior said:

The King of darkness... lol

And to rbrpm.....I'd really like to know your thoughts,
or your poetry....whatever it was you tried to post earlier on the page!

The Inspiration

It takes me places
I've never been...
exotic lands and people.
I see their faces
feel their warmth
the ice cream melts
the rivers rise
fantastic sunrise
in the sky.

I reach for more...
grasping at the edges
the lines get tangled,
another face appears
then disappears,
the sun blood red
before my eyes.
I feel the warmth
undulating through
my body and soul,
the feel of warm beaches
sand between my toes
the gentle lap of a wave.

The swell of excitement
in the air,
the blush of dawns
and sunsets before,
a mere whisper
and a gentle touch
arousing a deep passion...
the fruits of nature
and instinct.

obsessed said:

Like peach blossoms raining, on a sunny day
That was perfect.

EmbattledWarrior said:

Wow, thank you so much....I appreciate that coming from someone whose tight
with compliments...lol....it means a lot.