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THEIR ONCE WAS TWO INNOCENT LOVERS: now, scorned by the god’s “SEPARATIOUS” and “ADDICTVNESS “. Click, on anything red, white or blue.

21 Jul

There once were two lovers; she being, “DESIRE” who had known love as a youth growing up

And, he being; “PASSION” who had not known love as a youth growing up.

But, both had now offended the gods by their confusion.

So, the God’s; one being, “SEPARATIOUS” and the other being, “ADDICTVNESS” set out to envelope the two emotional lover; like intertwined vines, through their veins; by, transforming their love to “DESIRE”; being, dependent on an opiate. (heroin, cocaine and crack)

Whom, the two Gods; had turned, “PASSION” into and she could only hear him on being on an opiate high.

Thus the two, will spend eternity; as lover’s intertwined like vines in emotional agony; as to their love for each other.

As she, is addicted to an opiate; selling her soul and body to afford the drug through any means known to humans.

And, this just to be with her lover, “Passion” now an opiate and now her addiction lover; and intertwined emotionally in her veins; for, eternity without either having a soul left within.

While he “PASSION”; knowing, that “DESIRE” will endure the worlds sins; of the addiction through the selling of her body.

Who is now stealing and sell her women hood to purchase opiates; and, that should “DESIRE” withdrawal from the opiate; him, “DESIRE” will suffer through the loss of opiate with withdrawal pain from the addiction and “PASSION” through the loss of “DESIRE’S” love for him through eternity; by her withdrawal from the addiction of the opiate – her lover him; now intertwined with her opiate emotional running lover in her veins running too her heart until her death; through, overdose or her lover death by withdrawal.


” Dee JACK FROST ” WINTER of 2014.

4 Jul

Her love came to me, as if a warm Spring day in a mountainous meadow; covered, in freshly bloomed purple flowers, and as if they / we were in a trance of dance; swaying, to the beat of a soft warm Spring breeze.

And, as Summer burst in and brought in a passion of heat; we, struggled to find a cozy cool place to nourish our love; less, it extinguish itself from too much play.

And I; trying to save her for myself; from, herself and from everyone else as we make love appear from nothing at all; and, so she wouldn’t be everyone else’s good time girl.

Then, there was Fall; hard work, working side by side we toiled; struggling, till our body ached and nerves fray; from, exhaustion to prepare for Winter’s cutting cold edge; the, closing in fears of extreme togetherness and not wanting to grow cold and distant to each other or return to strangers.

Winter arrived in force; snow fell, the chill set-in and we rejoiced in our tea’s and patience; for, we will made it through the trance of dance, passion and heat, toil and body aches; to, make it through the first year and warm our love, bodies, heart, mines and soul; as, Spring appears with it warming our appreciative faces; as, we embrace with a kiss with passion and heat, trance of dance of Spring and Summer; passed.

I WOULD ONCE AGAIN LIKE TO THANK THE READERSHIP; FOR TAKING ME TO A NEW DAY HIGH OF 107 VIEWS. ( Soule, Lewiston, Maine for more on line web presence.)

30 May

You, are keeping me alive and send an adrenaline rush through me. Once, again you the readership humble this old man.

All, you need to be happy: is a safe place to sleep, meal a day and your health for all else is extra.

They say that crying is good for the Soul(e). “WHEN DID YOU; LAST, HAVE A GOOD CRY ?” Click, on anything red, white and blue.

30 May

“I awoke in a deep crying; this morning.

My face scrounged; as, if being pressed together from bottom to top and where your whipping of your tear covered eyes; coated, your hands as you whipped your face.  Your naval passages become partially blocked with your throat becoming constricted and the muscles under your chin become so strained what you can feel your stomach tensing.

It was after a dream in color; where I was driving; my old 1964 Ford F-650 Truck of 24 foot in length; and, I had just drove through, two (2) buildings with debris floating by the closed windows of the cab (Driving compartment) and down a farm pasture; swerving, to miss objects with loss truck breaks and coming to rest; due, to a hill incline.

I then awoke with my pillow damp.

The tears kept coming; for at lease a half hour or more and an old song playing by John Lennon; with lyric of, “Brotherhood of man.”  brought me once again to tears after just getting under control.  All this at three-thirty – 3:30 am.

The whole episode could have been brought on by events in my life, events around me as well as the long winter, now rain, my life struggle’s to be Mayor of Lewiston, Maine or my 12-17-12 court case and Acquittal at Androscoggin Maine Superior Court; or, watching the Boston Booming Trial?

I am in hopes, that America will not issue the death penalty; but, will show the world our “Marcy” by issuing a “life sentence” due to the influence on the younger Mr. Tsaranaev; mentally, by his older brother.)

It maybe; that I am growing older with all its problems; arthritis, heart palpitations, memory recall not as sharp, or, that watching the American society disintegrate; which; brings on my irritability and lashing out at people and friends.

And, still my eyes water, throat tightens and breathing is labored as I wrote this and now type it.

I must admit, I do not know; if at going on sixty-five years of age; if, I have lost the stamina to do the job and become the peculiar old eccentric man written about in books and newspapers or seen on the streets of any town.

“HOPE, SUMMER “normal heat”; ARRIVES, SOON.”


POEM TO TEACHERS: “GAVELLED AGAIN” The Political re-education of Mr. Charles Arthur Soule’. Click, on anything red.

3 May

He was the only guy; I know, that had been gavelled through and through; as, if he had no feelings or a right to speak; in their Democracy.

And, again last night ( 9/06/2016) at the Lewiston City Council Meeting; for, asking a question; as to, if the United States National Parks Service, 1849 C. Street NW, Washington, DC 20240 had approved the swap of property for the Building of the New k-1 thru K-8 School to the Lewiston, Maine City Council’s appointed School Board Representative Member, Ward-5’s;  mrs. kristine cloutier…..she did not answer his question…But,  he was GAVEL;  and, is that not the purpose of the city council meeting but for; to, answer the taxpayers and citizens question on the City of Lewiston, Maine ?

For, the property the City of Lewiston, Maine needs is governed by a clause by the National Parks Service that this property can only be used for a recreational field; and, that means the Spring” Yes vote” on the New big school by the residences of the City of Lewiston, Maine is void; should, the National Parks Service say “NO”.

Should the National Parks Service say ‘YES”; it, would lead to a setting of precedence for all other National Communities to request a variance from the United States National Parks Service Policies; thus, unleashing a can of worms.

He had been gavel by the right; Democratic, Lewiston, Maine Mayor GILBERT; as, if he had no feeling or a right to speak in their Democracy.

He had been gavel by the left; Republican, Lewiston, Maine Mayor Robert MACDONALD; as if he had no feeling (twice) or a right to speak in their Democracy.

He has been gaveled by the Independent; Lewiston, Maine; Lewiston School Board; which was no party; as, if he had no feeling or right to speak; for proposing, a different educational idea that small school in neighborhood were better; and, asking for them to reconsider their vote of the Orwellian Big 950 student Lewiston, Maine School for k through k-8 children; which, went contrary to the educator superintendent; thinking.

But, was not that the idea; that, was the responsibility of the Lewiston, Maine educational school board to foster.

But, when he fathered an idea in opposition to their teachings; and, fostered new thought; he was gavel; as, if he had no feelings; gavel, ruled out of order and asked to leave the meeting; less, the police be called.

Standing fast to his idea, non-educational intimidation was used; and, he departed as if he had no feelings or a right to speak in their Democracy.

He was the only guy, I knew that had been graveled; as, if he had no feelings by Lewiston, Maine’s Democratic, Republican Band from the Lewiston Library ( for stating that Lewiston, Maine people were being displaced by foreign unqualified Librarians and city workers) and Educational Political Re-educator’s; who, could not grasp his idea;  “when it was time to learn from its past students”.   Though it was he, their educated once child; stepping out to political educational manhood and shared Lewiston, Maine’s taught wisdom.

Respectfully, Mr. Charles A. Soule;    I accept hate mail too.

Poem: ” WHAT I DESIRE OF MY NEXT EASED LOVER… ” Click, on anything red, white or blue.

14 Apr

To; be gently picked up like a leaf and caressed; by a lonely passing breeze; and, then held in its warm vortex midst; for quite sometime; if, not for life and then laid free on a hand to mouth kissed; breeze.

For, this is what; I desire of my next eased lover; and, pray the gods of warm breeze’s; for this deed; if, just for one more time before my breast breathed winds; depart me.


Poem: ” WHAT I DESIRE OF MY NEXT EASED LOVER… “ — soule2017mayor: Lewiston / Auburn News Rebuttal

14 Apr

To; be gently picked up like a leaf and carest; by a lonely passing breeze; and, then held in its warm vortex midst; for quite sometime; if, not for life and then laid free on a hand to mouth kiss… Source: Poem: ” WHAT I DESIRE OF MY NEXT EASED LOVER… “

via Poem: ” WHAT I DESIRE OF MY NEXT EASED LOVER… “ — soule2017mayor: Lewiston / Auburn News Rebuttal