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By voltahr. Tuesday, September 20, 2011 9:12:11 PM
pulse, suffering, silence, death
...
A ghostly whimper in its frailty impacts my ear,
words are scattered, my intentions pure by sheer level of the destination,
I watch an unplugged TV set sailing through transitions of dreams, scenes, memories, naive scenarios, indiscretions tossed about loosely,
it is all a cascading river collecting streams of delusion until the terrain is soaked by some surreal derivative of the original phantom I was before the storms of assegai so well predicted,
now as the reels play back through my closed eyelids I have no questions,
I shall have my answer in the responding silence.
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By Miss Therese Smithxoxotree. Saturday, January 29, 2011 11:50:34 AM
poetry, angels, spiritual, mind
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Take a vow of silence for the Dead cannot speak
Take a vow of silence to hear the Angels weep
And now a path is paved unknown to our distention
that each word we speak creates a twist
Which way to go not given enough thought to process
Our mouths our motor
No time to think through
No time to listen
No time to feel
Our thoughts not trained to speak
Only our words make action
Sad to Think
Take a vow of silence for the Dead cannot speak
Take a vow of silence to hear the Angels weep
By Maree Long. Monday, March 15, 2010 9:44:05 PM
silence, religious, image, reflections
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SILENT REFLECTIONS
Lifes long silence dwells in the unending white noise
that echoes constantly beneath what others see
nothing changes and my wanderings take me no where
so I remain still, I remain frozen in time
expression curtailed and dissenters silenced
how can I suppress a nascent uprising and
avoid the muteness of the night that causes
such deafening of my senses
silence they say the virtue of fools
silence they say more eloquent than words
silence they say is permission whilst others
say silence is golden
so enter now the speaker intended, that sets the truth free
enter now and ripple through the white noise
breaking the unending silence of despair
that has carried me thus far to a strange place
let not the silence be the resistance that strangles
just let me be silent in your presence
and hear beyond the walls of white noise
that seeks to drown out the
and let silence speak so that all falsehood is mute
and arouse all the representation of the
reflection of the heart that images the most high
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long March 2010
By Wizardlokutus-prime. Sunday, December 7, 2008 11:58:30 AM
equality, messages, level, trees
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How often I have heard the wind
calling out among the trees
and the long slow silence that pertains
because of names that float in the breeze.
How often I have wept when words
are sent as arrows in the air,
some with a messsage of intent,
some with an empty letter there.
Some say the laurel wreath is worn
by victor on the winning morn,
but He who wore a crown of thorn
knows not the medals lately borne.
How often I have heard the wind
calling out among the trees
and the long slow silence that pertains
because of names that float in the breeze.[/COLOR]

Poem (c)Prime