Silent Singer

Dear Singular Person

Dear singular person This is for us A song for the hurting For those who don’t trust Dear singular person These poems are for you Dear singular person I think often of you Dear similar person this is for you! Do you know that we love you? So, much Yes we do! Dear singular person,Continue reading “Dear Singular Person”

Maybe we’re all amateurs

Maybe we’re all amateurs At everything we do And when we get to heaven we’ll all doodle doodle doodle Maybe we’re all finger painting Smudging pretty pics But when we get to heaven, then we’ll all’a be artists

I stole a book of poetry

I stole a book of poetry And never gave it back Maybe it has cursed me On some sleepless damn’d path

Razor Eyes

How you see yourself determines how you interact with your world and the realities around you. When you are chronically self-critical, overly judgmental of your own body image, grades, work, relationships— you project this onto the people around you. If you hate yourself, you must learn to walk and talk with your shadows. Otherwise, you will project unkindness into the corner of the world that you reside in.

Interest

God . . . Yes? I’ve forgiven. So then why aren’t I free? Are you still resenting? Yes and? You’re charging penance: With interest, with dimes. You’re charging penance: For worth Already replaced For time Already vested For value For which I’ve made my trade. You’re charged interest For the hurt that you’ve felt. You’reContinue reading “Interest”

And the Crow Cries

When the leaves began to change to autumnal colors of crimson, And in the spring when the flowers bloom’d and the grass grew lush and the junipers blue When the sun set on the pueblos And the haunt of the blushing mountain foretold not her passion The crow cried. In the brush of the wind Continue reading “And the Crow Cries”

Nightingale

Nightingale, Thine name est me I wake and sing with reverie Amongst the bees and humming birds Nightingale, thine call me Slumber not within thine lunar veil And grow’th eerie ivory-pale Absent infantile creature They dismiss mine weary voice Alone I call to higher order Alone I call and silence Thou sees not this awfulContinue reading “Nightingale”

The Journey Begins

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I Rode A Train To Union State On A Warm Midsummer Day And As I Rode A Friend, I Made Of Sweet And Kindly Grace She Was 53 Or More Had Hiked Around The World And More Lusting, Listening, Heart Alight She Spoke Four Hours Of Her Flights! Suddenly, Her Rhythm Broke She Stared AtContinue reading “Write your own story”

She told me when you’re broken

She told me when you’re broken Those pieces son meant to leave. But why would I want any part of me- Floating in the sea?

My soul has fallen silent

My soul has fallen silent As I look upon thine trees My soul has fallen silent Whilst I fall upon my knees

I thought if I kept walkn’

I thought if I kept walkn’ Until the pain did leave That I could face tomorrow That I could face this eve And sometime, whilst I was walking I simply fell to sleep And God came and car’d me or’ Somewhere happier I think.

Look!

Look at the love that grew- Within the cemented crevices of streets untrodden by! Look at all the lovely things- That came from ugly tears! Sister, God takes everything And reforms it By the passage of the years. He too will take your suffering. Then, look at all the lovely things That come from uglyContinue reading “Look!”

If the music dies within me

If the music dies within me This shall not break the chains Wherever she is I will go If music is an ocean, Let me be her silver kissing fish If music be a daffodil, Then I will be her pith. Let me near to music In any shape or form Music is my meaningContinue reading “If the music dies within me”

Of this I am born

Roses and Thorns Of this I am born Of oil and incense and rain!

Rivers of Color

Rivers Of Color Blend In A Mind. Fragments Conjoined By The Mystics Of Song. Harmony’s Swells With Their ‘Lucent Sighs. Melodies Blend, And Harmonies Bloom. They Soak Us Unconscious In Their Ethereal Tunes.

Infernal Instrument

This body is an instrument Rusty, broken, snapped An out of tune guitar Or a tuba without brass These souls’ strings are sound’n silently Whisper’d breathy nodes The music is inside me But somewhere between these toes Rotted base And Lead loom’d frets Wretched riddled rent Through much use and pressure Yet, oh, so littleContinue reading “Infernal Instrument”

When We Sing

When We singLet us sing for the silentWhen we heal Let us heal all our brokenWhen we danceLet us dance for the deafen’dWhen we fail Let it be for a lessonMusic,Our gift from heavenWhen we sing and we serveLet if be for another When we strive for a mother, a sister, a father, a brotherWeContinue reading “When We Sing”

It’s not about singing

It’s not about singing Or the way that I feel When the notes kiss the air And I fly on these heels It’s not about singing Nor having a voice It’s about them being heard It’s about them having a choice. Heard by the silent By those that we mourn It’s about staying strong ThroughContinue reading “It’s not about singing”

I sing and it’s not beautiful

I sing and it’s not beautiful.I sing because of solaceI sing because of spaceBecause of how it’s sacredAlters these senses with her graceBecause of the peace she gives meBecause she lends faith and hope and loveI singBecause it heals meI sing to my God aboveI sing,And it’s not, yet, beautifulIt’s raw and unrefined.I sing knowingContinue reading “I sing and it’s not beautiful”