Silence

I wrote this shortly after Heath Ledger passed away. I was awed by his talent. Today I am thinking about the darkness, the light, the gray area we all live in. Everyday.

How do we make sense of it. What does it mean.

So I searched my archieves. Man, I have written alot over the years. So much... It's how I try to make sense of the darkness, of the light, of the grey area.

Silence

 

The Sound I most want to hear:

Silence

Please draw near to me
Oh sweet Silence

I cannot think
In the chaos of noise I further sink

To be numb in stillness for awhile
To have my mind free

Longing I am for Silence

Take a drink, embrace the cheap Chemical thrill
if only the nervous soul I could still

Come, Come to me - Silence

It hurts, this noise
The abundance of ideas in my head

What I need is quiet Silence

My art, my craft
all this noise leaves me daft

Silence - where can thou be?

My focus shot
My ideas turned to rot

Craving, seeking the Golden Silence

Inspiration pure & sweet
in my belly liquor's heat

For a bit, for awhile the voices settle - Silence

On the edge - stretched to the limit
My creative self suddenly... co-dependent

All in quest of blessed Silence

Gone my Gift
My soul cast adrift

Sweet Addiction - engulfing Silence

My voice now silent
My soul screaming in pain

Oh when will this dreaded Silence wane?