whisper_of_the_soul monadh awaken the universe within 010727 ... Sol my soul makes no sound heit? scythes through me and waits my soul heit waits for time to come where heit may burst and burn through my skin extract hisits purefire and sing to the morning the sun you and then and now heit whispers and weeps in silence at my incapability to admit and attract and for you to come to me and with me and around me and within me soul whisper soul whisper leaves in september sand in june the skies of may and the answer is shown 010727 ... oldephebe freakin' fantastic! i'm being totally non-ironic ... another excruciatingly exquisite rendering - 030706 ... somebody 9-29-64 030709 ... * 9-29-64? 030709 ... xXShadow_GoddessXx Do you hear it... Your soul... It's crying... It's crying because it's sad... It's confused... Locked away, locked within itself to never breathe the calmness of the pure light... Your soul...never able to touch the purity of that light... If you smile, your soul will too... and the rain will stop falling... 030710 ... ashmanzhou these soules they whisper not they shout their secrets to the stars and hope there is no one to hear those pathetic screams of hate we live alone we die more lonely we cry alone we cant atone ourselves for we are all corrupt and cold we forget ourselves and whisper those shadows to th'abyss where they cluster gathering dark to fly into our hands tonight and make the fury come unbound to take our lives into their hands we hate everyone we see today it gnaws at our soles and they whisper muffled screams of pain until we tear them from our heart 030711 ... oldephebe i just can't get enough of the beautiful things you people write here and hey look no meandering estuaries of blatherdom this time - (Whew) 030712 ... oldephebe if the lines of our lives should ever touch again i will know it in the shape the air will take i will feel that excruciating familiarity you will whisper and i will be your helpless vassal once more my soul is your cathedral your heart, your fragrant heart your ambrosia soul will uncut the cord i will know it as you will know it in the shape of the sky intimations and dream incantations and i will be unbound once more and all of my fastidiously observed coping mechanisms all of my rococco rhetoric and logic will wilt into shadow and i will wear this naked armour and i will be yours this time until beyond my last aching quivering striated breath and the end will be euphoria and it is a final pennance i am willing to pay 9-29-64 all of my praises and all my hymms to heavens majesty will curdle weave your being into mine once more this is something my faith cannot compete with i fear she is the only one who wields such power over me pour your apostacy over me wet and muscled trembling as i tend to do when rapture exceeds the ken of words, of sound my life Y O U even these few morsels scrape against the door and i begin to feel the edge of it once more if i am fortunate if my life my faith are fortunate our paths will never touch in that way our way again ... 030820 ... oldephebe damn it! this is why i freaking hate opening that damned door!! somebody here in blathere wrote something about a the sky being shale - yeah - bleed all this crap out and let me breath in the gray or grey or whatever - where's that convenient prophylactic? that's it ah, let's just numb everything all down - shale gray skies... ah boy that imagery stuff really works i guess later 030820 ... pipedream i am bowled over by everything on this page. this is more than a whisper, it is soul-baring and i am left speechless, tantalised, fascinated and in awe. a standing ovation for everyone...thank you for the glimpse into you. 030821 ... nomme agrees with pipedream 030821 ... oldephebe maybe i am just glitter may-be i can anly shimmer ohh and ah since the child of blight stared at into the midnight of her eyes maybe i can only shimmer maybe yeah and here on the edge of this of this stop pining for a pretty face to call me back call me back to life ersatz (rest) is that .. mm me-e ersatz whose that is it mm me-e pour out the polaroids and the candy kitchen frames whose that me -e i barely knew his name mm me-e (" ") how i oh loved singing in the circle of living light behind the tattered shades of splintered light and the sheen of a rainbow behind the waterfall my muse screamed into to me let me be-e yeah and even the mirror has these indelible striation arcs of infinitessimal shag the detritus of some collegial indescretion and in the wings i sought the refuge of warm shadow and she groped my thigh and wondered why did i pull away no not today she of the sandy hay colored not quite dirty blond hair her eyes are hard in their quest to finesse a gentle excavation let it be hard eyes soft thighs breath a warm deluge and pheremones in a shattered strobe i bleed me ta be not with the knife this time the she takes and she abuses let me be just a little while i'll gathere myself up again let me see behind those hard eyes but she never could never would the escaped her skin in the wings finesse a grope not this time well maybe i suppose would want me this earnestly if i didn't sing your soul to it's rest if i played the tuba lots of quarter notes and rests brown, blush and rose if i didn't look so deeply into you it's not a move or a subtle groove it's just somethin' that i do look into to you and you but she finessed a ruse and I oh I just liked to sit in shadow and let the muse slip out of me and tremble quietly she wiped my eyes how tender and such hard earnest eyes questing rumination over mm me-e is that all i did is shimmer is that all i do is glitter i need something more i need you ta something deeper in me and not just blonde hair blush on brown skin rose and ivory i wonder if he knew how his girl devoured me i hung up my life hung up those torch lights yeah mm mm me-e you hear a saacharine melody you see some shade or simile of somethin you thought you lost and there it was painted again in the windows of my soul no no it's the light and the night and funny hwo hot it's breath can seem break up somethin in me churn a tempest i braced againt it's throe oh..my such hard earnest eyes and poetry in her hand lyric poetry in her hands ye-ah me me and how i didn't want it to be the light the shadow the muse somethin i could use yeah mm me-e ... 030821 ... oldephebe several omissions i hope you can still follow the flow and intuit what i left out 'cause i'm really spaced now - will list the two or three omissions bu i think you can intuit them sort of.. the heat escaped her skin something palpable somethin not to be spurned so lightly um and i need you ta see somethin more/deeper in me than just what you suppose takes you up and out of yourself for a while - yeah that's what i think i should have saidto her or wrote she's not 64992 or any combination thereof - prattle, you sully the sacred space with your prattle -enough 030821 ... oldephebe that song came on again and if i keep on listening to it i will come apart ... 030821 ... jezabel that's beautiful. 030822 ... Dafremen Come lover Tap upon my screen Come now then, wrap around my skin Come help me breath Please click the corners of the windows Popping up inside my brain Help them be still Then take your fill of what my heart may have in store But remember this, if you will my bitter lover: I'm no open door I'll walk away Just turn away to face what fate may call the consequence I won't repent or bend my knee To be a part of this Still there's a spark within my heart that sputters Stutters first and then Begins to burn again Its tiny flame leaves one to hope perhaps For love without the pain For a soothing taste of drops less bitter Bitterness Bitter hints Betray the silence dropping From my bitter lips Replayed the final consequence of being this Doing this Then chased away the memories that leave a stain Reflections that remain are all but washed away In the flood of raw emotions twisting Twirling in my brain between the tides Below the highs, above the lows And where it goes from there It seems the future only knows The present, I'm afraid Has never seen that distant road And the past knows nothing more than what was left behind. 030822 ... oldephebe somethin' steals so quietly over my soul like the nights breath slipping sweetly in ta me like some ghost sat itself softly on my shoulder and unfold its dark secret in the concave tomb of my ear yeah she had egypt eyes and a roman nose and and oh.. let it all unfold.. 030823 ... pipedream y'know what, 'phebes m'dear, (urk, too many apostrophes in one line, tsk tsk) you sound very mind-blowing when you reduce yourself to core words..a word per line, single syllables- its a stripping away or down of all the fancy gauzy layers of verbal pageantry to find an absolute gem glowing away softly inside. you might want to keep that awareness alive, use it for impact, or when you're feeling really bare..but i just wanted to tell you that the impact is wonderful. 030831 ... oldephebe thanx pipedream - i'll take those comments in the spirit in which they were extended - very articulate and incisive critique - had an english prof that once said something very similar to me - so..i guess my feelings dictate the way the words gush out, or tumble. gotta keep honing and hammering away at this thing i guess later ... 030831 ... x didn't anyone ever tell your soul that it's not polite to whisper? 030831 ... nom sometimes it is polite to whisper 030831 ... mon sometimes it's not 030831 ... oldephebe my Faith taught my soul to stand like stone, to stand quietly in the maw, in the midst of chaos - that is if i step out of the tactile, and eschew the emotional - the spirit can teach the soul - to speak softly, O make my mouth a fountaain of circumspection - the spirit teaches the soul to assert itself gently without rancor - this is what i aspire to - some days i commend my mind, my life to this verity, and other days i can be this irascible, petty thing - hmm what shall my soul say to me tomorrow? ... 030831 ... pipedream right now my soul is getting a hefty stopming-upon, hopefully it'll come out all right... 030901 ... jane my soul whispers its everything to you but you hear a gentle breeze 030901 ... oldephebe pipedream - i wish i had the words, the ken to wash away your spirits ablation, and yet i realize that this is a solitary crucible your spirit must endure, one of countless you will endure upon your journey - your words have ministered to me..so I know in your depths there is kindness as well as steel..and look there's some light glinting off the steel, sparks flying up and out of the hammer blows, there is my second wind, in those striations ..by being torn I'm learning to find Life in those seams..but i cannot speak for your spirit, nor fathom your interior or external experience..I hope such a being as yours will soon find a respite... in that my heart is with you pipedream ... 030913 ... Boyd it's strange isn't it... there's something different about tonight i look for places i've never been for things i've never seen isolated walking though the dark when a cold sprays me with his shadow the only lights here are my pain the darkest lights here before the dawn rapped in the cold, late at night i open my eyes and it's cold living is easy when it's night but there is a stone black light hitting me subtly at first slowly expanding to an ora of light the warmth creeps around me glancing off me yet keeping me surrounded teasing me softly, with its own song the song embraces me the warmth encumbering me filling my dry, parched, soul i close my eyes in natural fright i see the storm breaking in the middle of the night the warmth thrives within my veins welcoming my soul it lifts my body up and i float to the sky it's the moon, speaking to me in the middle of the night i can see the wind coming down speak to me... like the wind outside hear the rain fall, see the wind come to my eyes see the storm broken there's something in the air tonight can you see it? do you hear it? perhaps... it is all around; surrounding me with it's embrace floating... face to face with the moon it reveals all my pain to me. showing me my pain, rather than feeling it. i can breath a normal breath now the pain is gone. i have a reason to forget; with no regret. oh but what's that i hear? it's a warm breeze flowing past my ear there's a sound with the breeze; i hear a voice i have a strange familurarity with this voice it's music to my ears, glorifying the warmth i feel the realization sinks in... it's you... speak to me baby, in the middle of the night as you bring face to mine, look into my eyes be not afraid, you are not alone speak to my baby, tell me your emotions the sky is breaking... it's deeper than love i know the way you feel, like the rains outside speak to me, heart to heart... soul to soul bring your mouth to mine... each other's souls we will hold 030913 ... oldephebe there is such an openess, an initmacy to your writing..extraordinary..peel off another page..won't you? for ... 030913 ... Boyd i would love to peel off another page... i just dont know what to write. what i wrote before was a life changing experience for me. i was driving down the road late at night on my way home. i was listening to some very beautiful, almost theraputic music. i looked out the window to the left as i went by this lake. reflecting off the lake was the glowing moon radiating its beauty to me. i dont know what it was about the moment, but for some reason i stopped my car in the middle of the road right there. i dont know the name of the song i was listening to, but it was speaking to me. [[this song had no actual lyrics, just instrumental]] as i stared at the moon and listened to the song, i felt as if these words were just flowing out of me as if i had broken some telepathic barrier. it was such an experience and feeling so unlike anything else and so unique. i just started writing and thats what came out of me that night.... so... i can try to peel off another page for ya... just gimme a little time and i will have something... i hope... 030915 ... marked . 031104 ... wingedSerpent my soul? i took it to the vet and had it de-barked so it would shut the fuck up and leave me alone already 031104 ... pipedream this page never ceases to enchant me, to re-acquaint me with the wonder enclosed in so many souls that shines through here...and i love you, 'phebes :) 031105 ... oldephebe pd i just don't know what to say..you are an AMAZING orchid of arresting beauty..yeah..beautiful soul.. ... 031106 ... pipedream you push my cynic away even when it's swallowing me up again i'm an orchid...how pretty 031106 ... endless desire oldephebe-- "my soul is your cathedral" B-E-A-U-tiful 031111 ... oldephebe endless - thanx but it is no more beautiful than the heart rending song spun out of your celestial sorrow shimmering so wondrously at the edge.. later, ... 031113 ... Doar . 040727 ... puredream there are these little flutters within my heart that fly out in musical measures quarter-note wings lying on my back watching the clouds fly by i see black ruled lines and tiny black dots running with the wind and tugging at the silence i can hear beauty in all it's incarnations when I spin round and round finally falling to the ground the dizziness tossed throughout my head echoes dreams and makes sounds looking through your looking glass seeing the pale blues and greens feeling the warmth of the sun hearing the song of the world with each tiny step each mouthed word with all of me music the songs I write the phrases I hear the music that I play all whispers of the soul whispers of my soul... 040727 ... pete if i sent you a letter, whispers from my soul, would you read it? 040729 what's it to you? who go blather from