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THIS STILLNESS : re-post
THIS STILLNESS
There is a stillness deep
a silence that soothes
and terrifies
no words can be spoken
the noise of living
fades into distant places
and I wait quietly pretending
the world doesn't speak to me
the same way it did before
my words are sharp and clear
yet somehow fade and disappear
heard by none
my art if art it be
hides my soul in metaphor
and the stories I tell
are me in hell
my sight is weak
my movements slow and heavy
my thoughts at times unclear
and I fear the madness that is to come
my will is strong and stronger still
and when my heart wants to give in
I push the day to live again
EPILOGUE
every life has a meaning and connection
to all others
each suffering is a reflection
of another’s
the end of one is our own dying
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loved
Tue, 2011-09-06 21:02
We all
Emerge to merge
With the remnants of the universe,
Of which we knowledgeably converse
And
Rehearse
As owners of the domains of time,
Unknown,
Of when our own will finally be up
loved
Geremia
Tue, 2011-09-06 21:13
What price we pay in fear
What price we pay in fear
when lving is only temporary
and dying is what we are all meant to do
thank you, my friend. I admire you r new way of writng!
joe
loved
Thu, 2011-09-08 12:02
That You Admire
Is only because your brain is so wired,
Despite your ailment
You are bright
While others not ill,
Are so much without
Depth, love and insight
Coz our brains are integrated
And
Cast at birth
While in the womb
And
The mom knows not
what she is thinking,
Of the loveliest new arrival
or the tomb
And
Her thoughts get transplanted
In our infant,
yet to be born developing mind
Where can then anyone these two
Identical kind of brains ever find.
You remind me of a lost brother
And
So I hope you are one
loved
Geremia
Thu, 2011-09-08 15:39
we all are brothers lost to
we all are brothers lost to one another
souls wandering in parallel lines
intersecting from time to time.
our voices are barely heard
and we are out of tune
singing a cappella likes wolves
baying at the moon
living lives parallel
to all others...
loved
Thu, 2011-09-08 19:03
i think i have already
REPLIED THIS
loved
Geremia
Thu, 2011-09-08 19:06
Yes. And very nicely.
Yes. And very nicely.
Geremia
Sat, 2011-09-10 20:51
Thanks, my friend. It kind of
Thanks, my friend. It kind of sums things up right now
joe.
raj
Tue, 2011-09-20 00:31
very philosophical and
very philosophical and thought provoking..thank you for sharing this..
raj (sublime_ocean)
Geremia
Tue, 2011-09-20 00:35
I thank you for reading me.
I thank you for reading me.
raj
Tue, 2011-09-20 00:38
it is my pleasure dear friend
it is my pleasure dear friend to read your meaningful writes
raj (sublime_ocean)
Barbara Writes
Sun, 2011-10-23 14:39
Joe
This is very good. I relate to the emphasis you put on not giving up
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Barbara Writes
Sun, 2011-10-23 14:39
Joe
This is very good. I relate to the emphasis you put on not giving up
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Geremia
Sun, 2011-10-23 15:09
Thanks, Barbara
Thanks, Barbara
wesley snow
Tue, 2011-11-22 18:13
Whew.
I mean really whew. wesley
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Geremia
Tue, 2011-11-22 18:39
Yiu bet ! This is the corner
Yiu bet ! This is the corner stone of my book of poems comig out Friday. Now, who said Icouldnt write ??
I sure as hell can't type :)
Thanks,
Joe