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Soul

by Walter Jones (Age: 71)
copyright 09-30-2005


Age Rating: 7 +

So it is and was the child the man the man the child both a single unit. A soul



Camera clicks. Image taken held in the black box. Soul trapped. Will you become age left? I have you.

Trip, your voyage open and ready to see future dreams left in walls captured. So small is this world of opportunity. Cast of block and mortar yet to be climbed. As a child I come to you in visions. I leave a mark on your soul.

I am the ambition left in your sack. I face the hell and heaven created by a history of a people lost in self and greed. Climbs the wall is more than you thought you could be. I walk with you; challenge you to take step one.

Hear my voice a look of innocence. A fury pointing guilt where it belongs in your face.
Shell, I build as you reach with me all new orders called forth. I am your soul seeking.
I am you on the ledge. Jump or stay the choice is yours.

Threads of history loam inside the voice you place in mine. Heart and map to guide or lie as fits your need. Escape the solitude of past trapped in so small a vision left.
Dust and dirt linger only on the sand left on my feet. Carry me forward with you. A child of hope stops for nothing.

In the purity of voice I hold you accountable for actions taken and not taken. So deep I am hidden in you that we have become one.

Chase the sun inside hearts living for better. You and I are one holding more; we are you sleeping in views of faith.

A child, gathering time to be used. So precious we have become. Pure and simple forward we go, becoming new opportunity. A stage, becomes a blackboard to write a hope for better or worse. The force screams repent or burn in heaven or hell.

Trip, trapped in image, left on the page, the path opens before walls, of mortar and clay.Camera clicks. Image taken held in the black box. Soul trapped. Will you become age left? I have you.

Trip, your voyage open and ready to see future dreams left in walls captured. So small is this world of opportunity. Cast of block and mortar yet to be climbed. As a child I come to you in visions. I leave a mark on your soul.

I am the ambition left in your sack. I face the hell and heaven created by a history of a people lost in self and greed. Climbs the wall is more than you thought you could be. I walk with you; challenge you to take step one.

Hear my voice a look of innocence. A fury pointing guilt where it belongs in your face.
Shell, I build as you reach with me all new orders called forth. I am your soul seeking.
I am you on the ledge. Jump or stay the choice is yours.

Threads of history loam inside the voice you place in mine. Heart and map to guide or lie as fits your need. Escape the solitude of past trapped in so small a vision left.
Dust and dirt linger only on the sand left on my feet. Carry me forward with you. A child of hope stops for nothing.

In the purity of voice I hold you accountable for actions taken and not taken. So deep I am hidden in you that we have become one.

Chase the sun inside hearts living for better. You and I are one holding more; we are you sleeping in views of faith.

A child, gathering time to be used. So precious we have become. Pure and simple forward we go, becoming new opportunity. A stage, becomes a blackboard to write a hope for better or worse. The force screams repent or burn in heaven or hell.

Trip, trapped in image, left on the page, the path opens before walls, of mortar and clay.






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        04-24-2013     Mike Farr        

Wow, I love this style of writing, Itís like reading Poe, and eating peanuts,
Once you get started you just can not stop, it pulls you in,
I will try my hand at this writing, and you will be my mentor,

This was a very very nice read,



        10-22-2009     Mae Futter Stein        

Walt,
Soul is very nice and I did enjoy reading it.
I hope that I can be worthy and not be trapped with in my soul. It explains a lot of things, and do like what I read. Very nice.
Always, Mae



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