Thursday, 31 July 2014


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.

Wednesday, 23 July 2014


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

Tuesday, 1 July 2014


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