Shouting In Raging Silence
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Lyrics to "The Sound Of Silence"
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed
By the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs
That voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools," said I, "you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
And the words that it was forming
And the sign said,
"The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whispered in the sound of silence
My Poem "Shouting In Raging Silence"
The timepiece thumps into a million empty muffles. The beast stands
still without his own voice to remember. All he can hear is…tick, tock,
tick, tock. The days are short yet time reveals a century old mask. It
shields reflections he carried from long ago when he was attacked by
a brutal intruder. He soon remembered and begins…
-Shouting in raging silence...
He reaches for his young blood, but blood is too thin to survive such
a savage combat. He is up too high but down low enough to sense the
corruption this world has offered him. He lived with his pains hourglass.
The sands of time revealed his damned life with intervals and periods
spinning closer to his death. His young blood had been killed and the
lonely beast cries. No one can hear him…
-Shouting in raging silence…
He held his lifeless young bloods corpse for days. For even though he
was decaying the beast wouldn't let him go. He now lives with apprehension
and will die dreading each and every tick of the clock. Time seems so
slow and time seems so permanent. Without a reason to proceed in his
life, he looks down below without fear. In the naked light he saw relief.
The fear of staying alive is greater than the fear of dying. He has hopes
to die. He has a feeling he won’t survive the pain of his loss. The
abandoned beast shows no energy to keep on living. He breaths in and
breaths out and releases one leg away from the ticking of the timer.
With young blood in his arms, he let’s go. No remorse and no dismay.
For he was finally free…as he was falling he was…
-Shouting in raging silence…
I chose the song "Sound of Silence"
I chose picture #4
I chose cliche "Frightened to Death"
~Date Written: April 25, 2016~
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2016
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