no one thinks of solitude as violent but I feel like sometimes it wants to be doesn't silence ever get tired of being peaceful from witnessing so much? does it ever crave the violence of a scream like a lover's kiss? Lonely Alone Solitude is always equated with peace But So is death
Thurman appeared to me on a Tuesday, in a wall tile of my newly renovated bathroom. It was a little after six P.M. and I was drawing a hot bath. I perched on the edge of the tub and waited for the water to reach that perfect temperature. I was tired. Worn out. Exhausted. My day had started just like any other day. Alarm at five A.M. got dressed in the dark, scurried out the door by five-thirty-five to open the cafe by six...
The Lips of Infinity(Raanana, May 16, 2019) And he welcomed them,The children, the old ones, the infirm,The youth, the busy young men and women,The forsaken and excommunicated,The doubters and disbelievers,Agnostics and atheists,The doctors, the scientists, and technicians,And, yes, philosophers and poets,From all over the world, And he spoke to them in the one languageThey all understood, the language of silence and acti...
If there were no love in the world Would we all erect a dwelling Sound proofing it's walls Deadening the music Maybe furnishing it with darkened rooms Lined with tarnished fixtures So bleeding hearts can blend and disappear unnoticed A place where fresh scars cannot be seen A refuge where agonizing screams are silenced outwardly On the outside showing a facade resembling paradise On the inside lava pools fuming with guilt...
Friendship is like a piece of stringThere's a beginning, middle, and end to itIt starts with a smile, then loving hugs of sweet wordsSlowly drifting towards a deep sadness of goodbyesTears that fall from betrayal, or something simple like silenceForcing you to sever all ties with the otherIf only for your own sanity and well-beingTo cut the string in two, clutching one piece as a bitter memoryPushing you into that world o...
The silence is what I hear every dayUnbroken sounds of whispers being heard from a distanceVoices of those I long to hear, yet are always so far awayA sound, a smash, or even a hello from a stranger to make the pain go awayYet each day returns to the beginningLike a never ending circle of unforgiving torment
The world stops, silence prevails It starts again, chaos So much rush, so much greed I think silence is all we need. Everyday day at four, go out and see Beauteous benign beatific breeze blows In your heart , you will feel That silence is really a great deal. And when you’re tired, just think for a moment How much we have discovered and how much still There is left to see, for us in this world Oh! A lot and let it be. Whi...
Locked in silence not always badImmersed in one's thought not sad Shedding a tear can be good to doLetting the strife of living life undo Not needing to hear nary a wordSilence lets coping be less blurred Allowing new light to venture inReviving one's true beauty within Between all of nature's stunning creaturesSharing together are such special features Respect and trust are things that are earnedNot something one should...
She stares and cries..oh what a sight The ring on her finger catches the light She closes her eyes and tries to forget What she had done, so full of regret Weeks ago she told him no That she didn't want him and had to go So how was she here in this awful dress Married and crying her life such a mess She remembers how she used to be Cheeky and fun the life of the party When they met he seemed so nice And she had wanted to...
Dead silence ringing in my ears Alone outside in the dark of night A coyote's howl from nowhere appears My mind not filled with any fright Then a call from an owl I hear Awaiting arrival of morning's light Nothing in the dark this old man fears Droplet from an icicle taking flight Falling to the ground where it smears Dancing creek sounds bring such delight Song resonates on the breeze then disappears Filled with joy at t...
"I miss you so much."I kneel on the grass and stare into the darkening horizon for a long period of time, my mind whirling, the compulsively organized file cabinets in my brain spewing memories onto the floor. I am forced to sift through them in order to find their dwelling place. I run into the memory of standing up for you to Dad. His voice pierces my heart, driving as deep as it did the first time around."No son of min...
In the weeks that followed Lafayette's departure Carpenter began Holly's training. He taught her how to move at night without being seen and to move as softly at a cat. She had demonstrated that she knew how to jump down from high places, so now he taught her how to leap up. They practiced in woods surrounding the Indian burial grounds all night long. They also spent a few nights in the cave digging an escape passage in t...
Silence Go to any public library You will see the sign Silence is GoldenWe are taught to be silent Punished for breaking the Golden ruleMany a day I stood with my nose in the cornerFor I did not embrace this ruleBless my Mother for teaching me wellHer shame of family pushed her So she taught us to never be silent As she and my family was in the dark daysSix million Jews disappeared as they were silent Taught was well FUCK...
