Submissions by Soul_Man_Ken
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A seeker of truth in an age of lies
3-20 What a year!
Have you seen the sun
and shadows play
with the trees and mountains
and everything in between?
Have you felt the changes in the wind
and delighted in it's ability
to sting and calm
and soothe a troubled mind?
Have you taken a deep breath
and inhaled the moment,
catching a whiff of tomorrow,
washing away the foul of the past?
Have you felt the unequaled stir
of a lovers skin against your own,
rumbles of giggles and gasps,
and a heart that beats for you with love?
Have you seen the rain
kiss the earth...
and shadows play
with the trees and mountains
and everything in between?
Have you felt the changes in the wind
and delighted in it's ability
to sting and calm
and soothe a troubled mind?
Have you taken a deep breath
and inhaled the moment,
catching a whiff of tomorrow,
washing away the foul of the past?
Have you felt the unequaled stir
of a lovers skin against your own,
rumbles of giggles and gasps,
and a heart that beats for you with love?
Have you seen the rain
kiss the earth...
1106 reads
5 Comments
Thieved
Oppression keeps aggressing
you never knew of innocence
guilt , shame, disgust
humiliation leaves a wake of devastation
pointing its finger in your direction
Tell yourself its not your fault
but you don't believe
can’t remember where you left yourself
mistrust and numbness
breed a guarded heart
The seconds, minutes, hours pass
where has time’s hands placed them?
they've taken your breath
squeezed and gagged your voice
thieving moments that never live again
Time doesn’t care
pays no regard to emotion or life...
you never knew of innocence
guilt , shame, disgust
humiliation leaves a wake of devastation
pointing its finger in your direction
Tell yourself its not your fault
but you don't believe
can’t remember where you left yourself
mistrust and numbness
breed a guarded heart
The seconds, minutes, hours pass
where has time’s hands placed them?
they've taken your breath
squeezed and gagged your voice
thieving moments that never live again
Time doesn’t care
pays no regard to emotion or life...
1092 reads
20 Comments
7-13
Dinner at Demos
hours of laughter and talk
scrumptious food a prelude
to pleasures delight
dig curved nails
into my skin
scratch and release
mutual cravings within
sass speaks of restraint
cuffs lightly bind
pink and black whips
smack your behind
lick Patron glaze
from your bottom lip
ride the relentless reign
of spirited hips
swim in the depths
of your blue eyes
choke in flexing fingers
gripping your throat
feel the breathy whispers
of growling lips...
hours of laughter and talk
scrumptious food a prelude
to pleasures delight
dig curved nails
into my skin
scratch and release
mutual cravings within
sass speaks of restraint
cuffs lightly bind
pink and black whips
smack your behind
lick Patron glaze
from your bottom lip
ride the relentless reign
of spirited hips
swim in the depths
of your blue eyes
choke in flexing fingers
gripping your throat
feel the breathy whispers
of growling lips...
1366 reads
14 Comments
4-26
Searching for your silhouette
through the steamy pane of glass
reaching to bind my gaze to you
heart beating thunder inside
warmth falling over skin
a waterfall of pleasure
Listening to my soul
hearing your whisper
that window no longer
separating two who see
for here in my heart
you reside with a smile
Embers alight as each
gust of wind finds me rising
no longer illusions but
soul realization in these moments
Starbucks sips to King Crab feast
hand in hand as we mark OUR town
Tasty lips and a pink whip...
through the steamy pane of glass
reaching to bind my gaze to you
heart beating thunder inside
warmth falling over skin
a waterfall of pleasure
Listening to my soul
hearing your whisper
that window no longer
separating two who see
for here in my heart
you reside with a smile
Embers alight as each
gust of wind finds me rising
no longer illusions but
soul realization in these moments
Starbucks sips to King Crab feast
hand in hand as we mark OUR town
Tasty lips and a pink whip...
1103 reads
14 Comments
Emotional Independence
Between crisp linen crush and lip gloss smear
smudging your flesh where I left my burn
touch becomes discovery
illuminating skin my path
threading the fibers of soul
inches from glistening pinks
Finding more than art in abstract remains
your interests become mine
no emotional dependency
more a savoring
as the girl within
touches my core
long before
your lips and hands
caress my flesh
Standing amidst your nature
no eggshell path exists
actions and words conjoined
tattooed souls
merger complete
I...
smudging your flesh where I left my burn
touch becomes discovery
illuminating skin my path
threading the fibers of soul
inches from glistening pinks
Finding more than art in abstract remains
your interests become mine
no emotional dependency
more a savoring
as the girl within
touches my core
long before
your lips and hands
caress my flesh
Standing amidst your nature
no eggshell path exists
actions and words conjoined
tattooed souls
merger complete
I...
1282 reads
17 Comments
Clouds
A seer speaks to ears of refusal
who see with eyes of glazed over avariciousness
taking in the smoke
billowing through lips that kiss only in lust
students of life
who have missed the lessons
for the ground is in tremble
the print too fine
pages of humanity are written in the clouds
if only one imagines...
the laughter of nature
or dip one's toe into hearts that cry
bruised souls
dot the desert floor
the closed eyes never see beyond their view...
who see with eyes of glazed over avariciousness
taking in the smoke
billowing through lips that kiss only in lust
students of life
who have missed the lessons
for the ground is in tremble
the print too fine
pages of humanity are written in the clouds
if only one imagines...
the laughter of nature
or dip one's toe into hearts that cry
bruised souls
dot the desert floor
the closed eyes never see beyond their view...
1130 reads
18 Comments
3-20
Step into my hug
atmosphere disturbed
music in our breathing
conjoined souls become flesh
Between the caress of eyes
and the vision of palms
tender touch releases tension
bending in the curl of my hold
Longing to taste
that which begins
in the soul and forms
our song
Your giggles pull from my being
the deepest smiles
silken chord
binding with consent
Press
with drawn fingers
stain skin
with kisses that linger
Pillow tossed
as body quakes
the point
of melt
Tattoo my...
atmosphere disturbed
music in our breathing
conjoined souls become flesh
Between the caress of eyes
and the vision of palms
tender touch releases tension
bending in the curl of my hold
Longing to taste
that which begins
in the soul and forms
our song
Your giggles pull from my being
the deepest smiles
silken chord
binding with consent
Press
with drawn fingers
stain skin
with kisses that linger
Pillow tossed
as body quakes
the point
of melt
Tattoo my...
1246 reads
22 Comments
Our Kiss
Is it simply the way your curves race under my fingertips
the way my eyes drink in your form
feed upon your grace
I am starving for the taste of your wet sugar
to glaze the inner walls of my soul
filling in the cracks with a perfumed lust that shatters the
reality of what is generally accepted as love
because this feeling is much more
it is a flightless angel laying upon my bed
inside the tiny darts of light escaping the...
the way my eyes drink in your form
feed upon your grace
I am starving for the taste of your wet sugar
to glaze the inner walls of my soul
filling in the cracks with a perfumed lust that shatters the
reality of what is generally accepted as love
because this feeling is much more
it is a flightless angel laying upon my bed
inside the tiny darts of light escaping the...
1292 reads
22 Comments
RaRa Land (Home of my heart)
I've a mom and dad, yet an orphan I be
two sisters, a brother and a half, but an only child
stranger in a strange land; my childhood identity
how can a nine year old feel responsible for heartache that never leaves?
memories of the "innocent" years fill my minds photo book with more bitter than sweet
soft earth of my heart fertile for whatever the wind brought to grow deep
the good...
Compassion ~ i saw early in my mamaw
ever a meal and a bed to all who entered. No matter how many people meandered through our home, she made sure...
two sisters, a brother and a half, but an only child
stranger in a strange land; my childhood identity
how can a nine year old feel responsible for heartache that never leaves?
memories of the "innocent" years fill my minds photo book with more bitter than sweet
soft earth of my heart fertile for whatever the wind brought to grow deep
the good...
Compassion ~ i saw early in my mamaw
ever a meal and a bed to all who entered. No matter how many people meandered through our home, she made sure...
1173 reads
14 Comments
YOU
The passion in your voice...
Your whispers had me
at Hello
Not a moment in my day
escapes without
your rumbling echoes
in my head
I wake
feeling you here
I sleep and the dreams
erupt small tornados
within my soul
I spin and sink
into your embrace
Loving your giggles
whispered across the miles
Feeling your kisses
imprinted on my lips
in my ears
your heartbeat
reverberating through my soul
Sounds of US colliding
breathing together
loving your hand
around my...
Your whispers had me
at Hello
Not a moment in my day
escapes without
your rumbling echoes
in my head
I wake
feeling you here
I sleep and the dreams
erupt small tornados
within my soul
I spin and sink
into your embrace
Loving your giggles
whispered across the miles
Feeling your kisses
imprinted on my lips
in my ears
your heartbeat
reverberating through my soul
Sounds of US colliding
breathing together
loving your hand
around my...
1267 reads
20 Comments
Language of Love
The intrinsic motion of your beauty
captivates the light of my soul
as flesh upon flesh
ignites the fire
Sweat glistens under
moon beam panes
as lips speak
more than words or voice
could convey
A book written by two
Captivate me
I am yours
Move my lips across the
mountains and valleys of your body
Quenched within your dew
the spring of your rose
petals silk and smooth
Lay down your arms
as I consume you
trust my willing hands
to electrify your senses
as...
captivates the light of my soul
as flesh upon flesh
ignites the fire
Sweat glistens under
moon beam panes
as lips speak
more than words or voice
could convey
A book written by two
Captivate me
I am yours
Move my lips across the
mountains and valleys of your body
Quenched within your dew
the spring of your rose
petals silk and smooth
Lay down your arms
as I consume you
trust my willing hands
to electrify your senses
as...
1212 reads
16 Comments
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