What's there that's not been said before
In times of peace and times of war?
Great men who did before us come,
Who learnt much when the world was young,
Have lead us to see things anew
And contemplate this newfound view.
How could my mind, so small and slight,
See things that did escape their might?
We'll gaze on through their piercing eyes
And ride their shoulders, old and wise,
To grasp the things they couldn't see
And free our minds from slavery.
~ C. Spies.
The sheer spontaneity of this silence
takes my breath away...
With countless waves of emptiness
it becomes the median for both
a tortured panic and a wild delight.
Am I the only one who sees the splendor
encapsulated within this fragile void?
It is only within the realm of silence
that we can learn to truly hear our voice -
uninterrupted by the constant murmur of society.
Perhaps the masses drown their world with noise
in fear of what their inner voice should say.
~ C. Spies
Their kindness trickles
Through the cracks
And disappears
Into the darkness
Until some volcano
Decides to shower
The world with its
Luminous light
Once more.
~ C. Spies
The darkened place;
The dreary space;
The shallow face;
His tragic case.
~ C. Spies
Humanity is a fickle creature
With its acid words
And barbed replies:
Its broken hearts
And hollow cries.
~ C. Spies
