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
Watching... always watching
With those evil, demon eyes
That feast upon my weary heart
And foreshadow my demise.
The infamy of this heinous foe
And the devilry of his gaze,
Manages - inevitably - to set
My poor, shattered nerves ablaze.
I cannot take this pain much more,
Nor the omnipotence of this fiend,
So I'm going away to a big, grey house
In hopes that my spirit may be cleaned.
~ C. Spies
The time has come to move along,
And leave it all behind,
While memories still linger on
In the recesses of my mind.
I cannot stay another day
Without love resting in my heart.
I bid farewell to those who care,
For it is now I must depart.
The bitterness of them still floats
Like whispers lost in time;
But I'm no captive to these thoughts,
For I have mountains still to climb.
~ C. Spies
