Poem -
Soul
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Your smell of the red,
Hidden in my blues,
Poured into the black,
To fill an empty frame,
The times when I wish,
I remember to have it in
Blissful and free from
All my deadly sins:
This is a life to carry
My body, My ugliness;
Never love, Hate me forever
The debris of all treasures,
If the soul is lost;
I lost my love
You Come; dig for me
You will find
The emptiness
Where I am not there;
Neither the debris,
Nor the Soul
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Dear brother you cease to amaze us all and everyone elses', undiscovered treasures in these poems so far, remains my discovered treasures but surely they will come, for if you write them, you being you they will most definately come...Love these lines Dear brother....
Your Brother,
Jim
You Come; dig for me
You will find
The emptiness
Where I am not there;
Neither the debris,
Nor the Soul
Mr. M, I have to say, this is my very favorite write of yours, it was haunting,.......came trippingly off the tongue,...like a dance of longing.........it was soooooo good......I loved how there was no soul there to find, just debris,,,,,,,,the timing and rhythm of it was stellar...........great write..........5*s ...FAV.........tony xx