TO BE FREE

BITTER SWEET,

LIBERTY AND JUSTICE..

THAT I DO KNOW.

JUST LIKE THE QUARTERS THAT I FOUND,

LIKE A CIGARETTES..

WENT UP IN SMOKE.

5 YEARS,
OF SILENT SCREAMS...I JUST GOT THE JUST,

TO GET OUTTA THERE,

BREATH OR BUST.

STARTED OUT ...

BEGGING LUNCH,

FROM SIRMAR WARRIORS OF THE STREAM.

WHO'D CUT YOU OUT...

SHUT DOWN YOUR DREAMS... WINGS,

SWEET AND BLUE,

SETTLE FOR NOW...

JUST MY BROKEN GUITAR ...

STALE CIGARETTES AND CHEAP BOOZE...

MIDNIGHT BLUES..

COFFEE SHOP FULL,

OF ALL KINDS OF PROPOSALS..

ALOT TO TRAP,

CONTROL, AND MOLD YOU,

HOLD YOU BACK, BREAK YOU...

YELLOW DRESS LADY ,TEARS OFF BORROWED SHOES..

PITY THAT WORKING, EVEN THROUGH DIFFERENT EYES..

RESTAURANT DOWN THE ROAD....

WANTED FRIES.

LIVIING TORONTO,

LIKE A CAROUSEL BLIND MOUSE RIDE..

WITH ICICLE POLES

FROM DOWN SOUTH TO HOLD...

MELTING AS THEY LIE..

ACTED LIKE A WILD HORSE,

THEN A CAT ON A WINDOW SEIL,

WITH THIS WOMAN I MET..

SHE BEEN READING HER MAIL...

THE QUESTION ...

WILL I PLANT MY ASS HERE..

OR MAY-BE ELSE WHERE..

WILL I FIND A PEARL..

NICE WOMAN...

WILL SHE FIND A PEARL...

THE PEOPLE, OF,, BY AND FOR THE PEOPLE..

TORLY RIDE, BUS, TAXI. TO CHURCH..

GOD, I MISS SO MUCH. ...

BUT NONE OF THE HURT...

FRIEND WRITE OZONE GREENHOUSE,

ON A RAG..

FOR POETRY,

MORE THEN A DREAM..

"STOP POLUTING"

SHE SCREAMS.

STOP THE HUNCH..

YES THE NEIRBORHOOD..

DROP THE CRUNCH, HUH...

I BEEN DRAFTED..

ON DOLPHINS DAY,

I HAVE BEEN SHAFTED...

OOPS, DANGER,

DID YOU SAY IT...?...

JOHNNY LIVING OUT SKID ROW FANTASY..

AND THE ONLY DREAM IS A NIGHTMARE HAUNTING ME..

TIN CUPS GOT PAST AROUND..

I GOT ZONED OUT,

BELOW ZERO,

FROM SITTING WAYSIDE,

I DON'T RUN,

I CHOOSE NOT TO HIDE..

LIKE A POOR CHILD,

MADE AN ICE BOX OUT OF CARDBOARD,

ON SUNNYSIDE,

SEEING A COMMON REVALUATION...

BUT I'M LONELY, LOST,AND REALLY SEEN.....WRITTEN BY SODA SOULE 1997

Old writings of mine

I Have Pentey
I'm flat broke,
just like the beer someone bought me
.
I'm alone,
lost.
just need someone to talk to.
I need new shoes.
The old ones have walked their last mile,
from the road I travelled on,
alot with a fake smile.
Oh I have plenty...
What's left in my Soul~
Just like many ,
tryin' to reach a goal.
Oh I have plenty ...
What's let in my Soul ~
Copyright 1996 Soda Soule
Whizby Writing Sheet By Rob and Soda Soule 1996
Sit down, sad wings.
Leaves home, never sings.
Saw your eyes,
picture in a frame,
No soul left to wonder,
What's in your name.
Smoking no air,
Tress in the wind.

Hand and hand, rebegin.
Love another.
Eyes like a rose.
Soft as a pedal ,
No one knows.
Blind on strings,
Lose your Soul.Hate has gain.
Nothings told.
Sea rush by an ocean flow.
In gentleness, nothings sold.
Never spoken tears,
life unfound throughout the years.
Sun passes by,
Moon a lift.
Stars shine down , to give a gift.
No hope your saying,
in despair.
One more , God..
to give a care.
Still thrills, as he leaves.
Sitting there as you please.
Wished for love,but...
Burned and failed.
Title fight,
fire a thought.
Found out,
nothings bought.
No way out of the storm
on a night full of stones.
Lakes of tears,
We shed so deep.
Whisper screams,
We fall asleep.
Hollow...emptiness inside
my life sweaped aside
Space,... never,
Wolf, sell no more of your lies.
In bitter taste .. you whore,
You rode away with my broken winds.
I sing to ease what sings~ (re-write 1997) (gunslinger pic is Karen Stever ) I messed with her photo... LOL...http://www.myspace.com/stevermusicrocks)

Standing Within

Standing with or within,
the shadows of loneliness is the only time I am not alone.
The shadows of a child,
with the loss of innocence, has found Strenght and Wisdom,
though I weep.
The shadows of depression and oppression,
has left the chains and lock,
and holds the key.
The shadows of a lover unsatified,
has found Passion and Desire.
Yet standing with or within the shadows of loneliness,
is the only time I am alone.
coryright 2004soda soule

Rain

I love rain, the engery from it..Nothing bets a a raging rain storm when ya need a little connection outside yourself..and nothing bet a gentle rain fall when you need to have some shelter and comfort from what's within you.......
Rain

Raining...
Connecting...
with such loneliness
and strength....
Floating on the water..
Floating on the breeze....
Capture my oxygen...
Let me breathe...
Playfully amuzing...
Discovering me...
Hold my hand out...
Mother Nature , take it...
Connect with me..
Reaching...
Waiting...
Wanting...
Rain...
It's raining...
The rain will fall...
No where to hide....
Just grow ...
Just know.....
Believe...
Feel free...
Tasting it drop on my lips...
Heal me..
Move me...
Discovering me....
Rain......
written by Soda Soule Aug. 18 2008
copyright

"I accept it...I accepted it all to well"

Well it's been a few nights and a day since I called 911 for help...I suffer from P.T.S.D...They we're cool with me... The woman EMS stayed with me at the hospital until my info was correctly stated...

I just need to be checked out ,, make sure my body was fine..

I just need a criss worker to soundboard so I could GET IT OUT....I had been over loaded...triggered...grieving ( I think that process is still tryin to slap me)..and My home is surround by mind-fu@ckers.,

They know I was fine...I waited for hours...chatted and joked around with others who were waitin to be seen...I was fine... Then I get my bed...This Dr comes in... I AM honest with him and then he wants to form me...I said "What ....I didn't do anything wrong" He said I had to strip down and put the hospital gown on...I told him "I can't do that.."

My P.T.S.D now works and rules over drive...but I REMAIN CALM...

The dr said if I didn't the male security offers would force me...I said " you can't do that ... I have rights."..Then I noticed a female security officer and asked her for help...and she stay with me... The brought me up to the NUT lock-up glass room...I said " I thought you guys were gonna get me some underwear"....

LOL so they did ...net-underwear...I was so shook up I couldn't put them on...Latter I figured out how to. and stuck'em on my head. I wore them the whole time the two Mind-Drs talked with me...I answered them HONESTLY...THEY SAID " SORRY...sorry you went through this...you can go home now"

And sent me home by cab... The Cabbie pulls up. I get in.. I sit down in the back seat...he looks at my netting...smiles...So I told him abit about what happened...He told me NEVER use that hospital again.. I came home feeling worse then I did before I called them..if it wasn't for a sense of humour, the kind support from the 911, EMS and the female security officer..the cabbie... a friend on FB and the hug I got from my neirbor yesterday....I'd still be spinning in a world of hell....

I really can't think... still vibrating. still shaken... so here are some older creative writings of mine........... " Soul searching,

Self divide.

Sun setting into the raising Moon.

Such a child, such a child.

Awaken yourself into another day.

Far from this one,

Far from the past.

Restful the night will be.

.Into the next,

Into the distance..."..Aug 17 2005 soda

"Angels are watching,

carry the weight,

always looking,

Hopes to find it there,

Darkness awaking,

must I sleep here,

Leave this the last resting place for my Soul.."..sept 11 2003 3:29 a.m soda

"Define the old world

with new world ways,

oppress on the arms of a thousand,

not standing an army of one,

By faith guided hands,

heaven awaits me,

Time may tire me,

fate may be surprised,

Gentle ways allures me..

Comfort from this pain...

The battle to be left this way....".sept 12 2002 soda "Can`t finished what I said,

everything left undone...

the last breaking point of survival...

a battle that must be won..."soda 2002

"Don`t criticize me, don`t judge me...You don`t know me...You don`t know me" Soda aug. 19 2005

What It Is

Life's at a still

While the world spins in and out

around my mind

before these dried out red eyes

Straining to see if you've been truthfully living yours

Paper cuts and

Nothing short of this long story

that the book publisher didn't want to publish

Too scared himself to read

If people only knew who really turned his page

Cigarettes and coffee

swallows back down the lungs

Who really needs to breathe in the bull shit anyways

Ashes and jelly beans are a kind of dream to dream now-a-days

sitting on an old bar stool

out on my balcony

too late in the night to make a stand

Too early in the morning to sit and remember what I was suppoze to stand for

My thoughts compoze the other ones

And my feelings tell me 'shut it off', how can you stand the chatter'

It's just the higher power flattering me

That my mind still works

And I need to remain unnumb by the fact of it all

I would demand an inner-silence

but I am alone right now

So pen to paper

seeing it with my own eyes

and back into my mind again

to keep me buzy and away from the feelings of loneliness

Candle brunt out..I was sure it would last till morning

Not sure of anything anymore

Just sure of the truth that pounds my heart

and the soul secret kept

Sleep will overwhelm me soon

My head will have connected to the pillow

instead of someone's beating heart of lies

My body will lay restless and shivering

from the falls' early air

Covers can't hide that fact of it all

of the chilling truth of it all

The truth of what you did

and left me

Can't stop smelling your perfume

Got to stop thinking of you

So it's cigarettes and coffee

pen to paper

turning the page

and seeing you walk by and living your life

While I strain my eyes

as my mind stills

Spinning the world...........Soda Soule sept 24 2008