CIRCULAR SILENCE
In the circumference of silence is pain
In the center of quietude is disdain
In the middle of a circle is an ill-gotten gain
And on the outskirts it simply hurts for hopes to be slain
I came to a mountain, or a formation some may deem a hill
As I sail through the seasons that play the part of my sorrowful life’s shill
So I don’t buy into the lies which lay in the center of sorrow
Today may have been a hill but a mountain could be made by tomorrow
A landslide will always bring a man down
Should that mountain give way to DETERMINED ground
Or that mountain can be an obstruction I can climb over
Then again I could just lay here and slumber midst clover
I choose the latter in fear of climbing that mountain only to find fear
And I could have stayed home in bed rather than trekking all the way here
Mountains can be obvious and hills can grow greater in size
And that’s why the only thing that breaks the silence of this circle are my sighs
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~D!~
Wonder do I how bright ignites the light
And an eagerness to stay a falling leaf kind of free
Free to find out what may be in sight
As she holds hands with beauty and empathy
Wonder do I how bright her eyes
And what wouldst I see to look inside
The lady dons no cloak nor disguise
For she has but happiness and the clock to bide
Silence selaciously sells out to an unheard voice
A lady who languishes, perhaps, only in my mind unspoken
However that may be a particularly intelligent choice
Because that way there can’t be any vows ever broken
Wonder do I to see what her mirror reveals
Is it long long dark locks like liquid flowing?
And will I ever really know what and how she feels
However, perhaps It’s better my not knowing
And no, D. you ain’t sharing none of the royalties!
But thanks for the inspiration (did you once ask me where that comes
from?….my inspiration......look no further than your toilet bowl...made of porcelain, and
now you know at least one of my muses ....u are too cool for school!
© 2011.….~free cee!~
Unseen Dangers
By Elton Camp
It doesn’t matter whether we are here or there
Dangers we’ve no way to detect are everywhere
When we learn it, there may be no way to swerve
From the path of a drunk driver around the curve
The person we meet who seems extremely nice
May actually be one who has murdered twice
The café where we eat, so very clean may seem
But its kitchen is filthier than you can dream
A doctor who on the state of our health does pass
May, in reality, have finished dead last in his class
So a person who thinks he’s safe and doing well
May not even hear approaching disaster’s knell
Sell your soul to the devil
make him pave his way to ring the bells for his ascent into the heaven
you say you will never be seeing the day the bells are silenced
buy yourself a jesus
to teach us how special we are
one person one soul
one story at a time
show us the truth
even if we're not all on the same page, different books anyhow
a saint who may not look like a saint, still a worthy martyr
leave you the holy one, seperating those who confess killing for free
and all you can say is
i have a devil for sale
but for you jesus i'm always free
and this is the choice we make reading inbetween subconcious sewn seeds
choices of futuristic hardships we percieve to be
cost and benefit
of trauma and time well spent alone
where to go from there
and how long til i learn i am better off
a cactus on this earth than a fish in a bowl
when nothing is free
everthying on the market
for the evil has taken over
i am free for my maker
and for sale to those who may never win me over
Internal musing
Who knows in the end things may become better
. In a gradual, two steps forward and
one sep back kind of way life for humans may get better
but then again by the time that
happens we may well be on our own
You’d think the whole of Christendom
Would know better.
You’d think the snake
Would have told them.
“The square root of pie…………Is equal to blah, blah, blah………”
Define this……………
It may make you feel wiser.
It may allow you to delude yourself,
Into feeling more in control, more on the ball……………
But you were put here naked.
Ripped from the womb of your mother.
And anything NOT understood
On a cellular level will never be understood.
Define this………………
Did you feel that in your gut?
You didn’t need a definition did you?
If it isn’t there, in your gut,
All the definitions in Webster’s unabridged bloody dictionary,
Won’t help you understand.
So,
Stop defining, Refining,
Analyzing, Dissecting,
And rejecting………
And go breath!
I've secured my box of empty thought,
concealed it auspiciously below,
so I may attain what I have sought;
there beneath paint and attire bought;
in an impervious frigid floe,
I've secured my box of empty thought.
I dare not oppose this ailment caught;
these unsure stitches I'll again sew,
so I may attain what I have sought,
and it's done, I've shaped to what's been taught;
emptiness ensues, because, now know,
I've secured my box of empty thought.
Truth be divulged, I have never fought,
or attempted to expel my foe,
so I may attain what I have sought,
and it still creeps forth, held breath, most hot,
taunting and slipping further, but - no!
I've secured my box of empty thought
so I may attain what I have sought.
Today I live
tomorrow may never come
one hundred and one percent I give
My motto; what's done is done
I can not control my yesterday
it's no longer present but the past
I can only master my today
As if it were my last
I will cherish the morning sun
and I will run like the wind
I will do all that can possibly be done
As I may not pass this way again
I will say my hellos
and my proper good byes
because God only knows
if the days end will bring my demise
So, today I live
as tomorrow may never come
I will give all I can give
Because what's done is done
I no
longer feel stressed
even when I loss at chess
My meditation
brings me
peace
As for
the poem
which I create
you may or may not consider
it great
but it's
something I must
express
to get it off my chest