Tag Archives: Interpretation

Intrinsic Instruments

Silence strangles me.

Serendipity strengthens me.

Singing is scrutiny into and of my hapless soul,

Saving my senility for something bigger to swallow;

Saving my serenity: bid for my fast safe return.

Specters in the sky, specters in the night,

Strange and lovely demons plague the air.

The stroke of the majestic midnight,

The servile recruiter of raucous tidings,

Silence strangles me,

Silence sets me free.

Saving eternity,

A saline of the sea,

A solution sprung of sanity.


Futile Fragility

Finally filtered, finally fraught.

Finally purchased, a soul I have bought.

Education redeems and, child, I have seen

The days where the days weren’t so clean to be dreamed.

A stand in the center, a stand of the scene.

Alone and unrobed and unmasked; polluted, it would seem.

The drugs that they give us! The signs that we see!

Enlightenment surely must be fast in our reach.

I dream, find me. Come see, blind me.

The words that I use, the words that you see,

The plans that you dream of but rarely complete,

The land of the masses and information technology,

All leave us incomplete.

To answer a question, to story-tell well,

To be and to think and realistically dwell,

We learn how to learn and to look, listen, smell.