Mystic hazy dawn sounds softly floating around, Awakening enchanting love, her soul is unbound, Winding pathways guiding her upon holly ground, On a quest for her soul mate, yet to be found, For she won’t be left alone on her journey profound.

Dark sky, troubled heart trapped by clouds,Sapphire waves, uncovered mind trapped in the sounds,Oh Holy man, enlighten me, guide me to my call,Eyes shut, embrace my heart, light up my Soul,Who is the hero who will not fall?

When she walks the path of life, When she follows the light, Please, let her be blind. For her Soul is her true guide, Her Love is the trail to a destiny yet to be found. ~Doobie

This third person narrative thing. I might as well give it a go. Here we go, then...Fuck that shit. You don’t realise it,But you’re illiterate.Think you’re being astute. You’re being ass toot. Wait, that wasn’t third person, was it? Let me try again...I think and then write,I write that I want you to bite,I wonder if you might...This is shite. Yeah, that wasn’t third person either. Is a third person poem even possible? I’...

Her unspoiled Love, mirror of her Soul, Bears no conditions, share with them all, Dare you mistreat her, question her call, She shelters Divine’s light, heals the world, For She was chosen to lead us, when we rise, or fall.  

Her laughter slowly died, deep darkness covered the walls, Her hopes diminished, buried under ashes black as coal, Her journey will take her toward her goal, Nature will guide her; through the light into a whole, Her soul mate uncovers the canvas of her soul.

Set me free oh heavenly Soul,Let me be, I may fall,Broken winged, I stumble, I crawl,Lightning fights dark shadows, bow wicked foe,Fearless, no sorrows, I follow my call.

Lost Soul journeys, mysteries unfold, Frozen winding roads, fated stories to be told, Breathe, mystical light awakening inner call, Exhale, heaven is her comfort and relief, Milky Way illuminates her footsteps… she leaves.

Carry me to my divine goal, Guide me to a sheltered shore, Bless my pathway amid petal of rose, Unleash my mind, unseal the door, For I am a drifting Soul destined to where the wind blows.

Be at peace divine Soul, Surrounded bright light, as the night falls, Silently she prayers, echoes solitary halls, Tides raise darkness, as the angel calls, Distant rainbow awaken dreams and hopes. ~Doobie

Drowned in deep sadness, bathed in sea of despair, Struggles to trust her faith, accepts her loss, Fights to live her life, nurtures her hope, Sacred spirit, take her hand, guide her to a safe shore, For her Soul knows it all, her whole, her call.

A lonesome Soul, searches for her call, Light sparkles over her life’s journey on the rise, Deceitful “helpers,” oh yes, they know it all, Never will she please them, nor fulfill nattered yearnings, For it is her life’s journey, only she bears the toll.

I don’t mind people farting, but I’m sitting here like a terrorist. By which I mean that I’m sitting with my t-shirt covering my face and can scarcely be identified. This is not good. I want one day without someone farting. Yeah, you read this right, I’m writing a musing about farting. Fart fart, you think you’re smart,But really I want a horse and cart,To takeYou away and quell the smell,One moreFart and that’ll be my de...

And the crowd roars, worshiping the hero , Above she stands erect , her gaze piercing lost souls , And the crowd bows , obeys the idol , Behold, she rises , her voice thunderously falls , And the crowd howls, swords and arrows , “Peace!” Her bleeding heart sheds hidden sorrow.

Well, I think it’s time I wrote something. I’ve been out of the writing game for a while. Really just writing silly stuff, not really enjoying it. I’m not sure why. I suppose it could have been a collaborative story series I did recently, but I think it was just the fact that I could not be bothered.I still largely can’t be bothered, but I know that I have to, or I might just go insane. This is an unfortunate side effect...