in my mind

A character in this reality, each of us is a character in each episode. Everyone else is watching in another reality. Who is to say what is known? What if all that is known is just perceived? Everything we know is almost everything that we have been told. If our ancestors figured their own truths, why are we not looking for our own?

-in my mind

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Sound From The box

I am at a lost without you,

I am frail to the sound of nothing,
To know that I am here and you may not be,
To feel all this emotion that no one else can,
To feel gravity ripped from underneath my feet,
To fall into nothingness of space

You save me; you took me from my edge, my simplicity,
You place me onto earth, so that I can once again stand,
You took my soul, and squeezed out all the sorrow, all the pain,
So that I can once again be, me,
Not just be

You are the light of me, the tune that place me back, after I have broke,
You are the breaker of silence, the mover of nerves,
You are music, the link to my heart
The string that twangs, the drum that beats, the key that plays,
You are the sound from the box,

You are Sound From The Box,
You are music


Sound of Life

I am at a lost without you,
Life

I am frail to the sound of nothing,
And having silence is for many men, a dream,
But I fear silence; a thing birthed by death,
That stops, in my mind, the world still.

When all that is felt, becomes nothing,
But in the ghost palm, you have everything,
Everything is everything in the eye,
But everything becomes nothing in the ears,

You save me; you took me from my edge, my simplicity,
You place me onto earth, so that I can once again stand,
You took my soul, and squeezed out all the sorrow, all the pain,
So that I can once again be, me,
Not just be

You are the light of me, the tune that place me back, after I have broke,
You are the breaker of silence, the mover of nerves,
You are music, the link to my heart
The string that twangs, the drum that beats, the key that plays,
You are the sound from the box,

You are Sound From The Box,
You are music

2 comments:

  1. first of all: Happy Birthday Elvio!!!
    and yea wow, i finally made it to your blog. thanks for the email. this poem is really nicee. i cant wait to have some time to read more of ur blog and maybe finally find some pics to send to u. keep the creativity going :)
    gosia.

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Some stories are fabricated, some stories are imaginative, some stories are not your own, and some are factual, but all are stories that is an individuals and he must share so that he feels the world part of him, not just him part of the world