Silent temperance
Impedes the movement of change
When communication is mute
And hearts go on wondering
What is the price of comfort -
If love is the sacrifice?

I speak through the vast expanse of the galaxy,
Weaving polysemy into intricate syllables
That resonate with a seismic force in their arrhythmic vibratos.
These interlocking fabrics envelop the entirety of sound,
Creating a harmonious tapestry of auditory experiences.

I want to feel your heart strings
Like a plucked guitar
The electric sonic resonance
Coursing like static
Heavy as the hair erects
And falls as a collective sigh.

I’d love to hear your thoughts.
Pacing through the labyrinth,
I’m searching for the puzzle pieces,
Piecing together the images,
With joyous celebration when the dots connect and make sense.

I yearn for the razorblades you wield,
Intended to sharpen lead,
Instead of incising scars,
Drawing images that leave no trace,
In the hope that if my words are abundant,
You can find the monosemy,
And in that moment, I can save a life.

this kids,
is how you do it

in the mid of the dark hours,
when two am is your new oldest friend
when sleep, your oldest old one,
left town on the midnight train,
taking your peace of mind

though she is far away
lost in dream-thoughts caught,
but only twelve inches close,
granting you an unasked permission,
you ok to stroke her hair,
undisturbing her, yet comforting yourself,
every voice in your temple'd altar praying,
one glorious chorus godly chant:

Oh Lord, what would I do without her?

and you stroke her hair and are saved.


2:51am

May 2014

the path to peace
cannot be parallel
to the manipulation of power

Surrounded by love
On the bed of green
Scarlets and white
Different, yet alike
Tulips and sunshine
Peacefully arise
Nature is serene, alive

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