Feed me soul <br />that flows like water down mountain streams <br />fill me, fill me <br />so that I will pour and they will feel me <br />no longer a shadow of flesh but a spirit of dreams <br />feed me soul <br />that wisdom of wits <br />and juicy drips of verses that leak through <br />their papers, to grab an eye and fill a beating muscle <br />feed me soul <br />through the blend of beats and rhymes <br />that fashion an ecstatic euphoria <br />that creeps attention to my mountain top <br />and love to my core <br />feed me soul <br />through art and its mysteries <br />that reach out to touch me on the shoulder <br />and turn me around <br />feed me soul <br />through a beauties hand, that shocks my spine <br />with compassion and love <br />that inspires me to dream with Gods <br />not with beings but with becomers, feed me soul <br />no more time Must began my feast...<br /><br />Angelo Velasquez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feed-me-soul/
