Sal Godoij
Soulpunctures
According to Sal Godoij, a "soulpuncture" is every literary work that aims to stimulate the soul's energy.
Therefore, all poems, stories, comments, and ideas on this page are "soulpunctures."
It is the objective of this site (and of all Sal Godoij's writing for this matter) that every word said, sung, heard, written, or read punctures the soul and thus stimulates the soul's healing capability.
Her eyes blinded me
Her eyes blinded my reason
And I forgot she was not mine
(No rules in love at first sight)
She and I, phony actors in an over-staged play
It’s me, seeking me
That man, that neighbour over there
It’s I seeking me
As if I were in front of a mirror
Only that there is no mirror
The Dreamer
As I was snoring on my pillow, oblivious of the rest
A flashing serpent’s tongue flickered in my window, silhouetted me at best
I was dreaming something about rainbows, something about sunsets
Man is a boy
Man has not grown up
Man is a boy who thinks he is an adult
What now happens in his life
Is his future
Conspiracy Theories
Yes, they do exist, don't they? They are uncountable.
Uncountable are also the believers. But, what about the non-believers?
Hence, my question is why do we doubt?
Under my pillow
Ignoramus of a universe expanding
I lived on the brink of reason
That was I in my childhood season
A phony hero fought masked foes
On Dundas Square
You’re the queen
anymore baby, on Dundas Square
from now on you don’t set the rules
our relationship doesn't exist anymore
that was your work, baby
now, you don’t have authority on my heart
A day in Toronto
Shadows
quivering, withdrawing
a ray of gold thrown into the heart
of the dying night at God's speed, a revengeful spear
to free the subjugated light, giving chase to the darkness, battling the fear
Your Hands
Each time I hold your hands I can see you in them, naked
Your hands draw the lines of your body…
They are your body sketched differently
Your lines, your hills, your soft dunes; waves on the sand
