Hung Outside

The silence, 

That many wretched thing...

Killing slowly, killing softly.

Those judgmental cold eyes,

Not a word is heard, not one uttered,

But a thousand trumpets have sounded none the less,

Inaudible, yet so loud they make the soul shake,

The alarm is set off,

The death penalty issued. 

It hurts, the poison of silence hurts,

Under those cold silent eyes of yours,

Like a syringe they pierce,

Every breath I take,

Every motion, every step,

When I lie, or when I wake,

They are watching, they are watching,

In silence...

Pieces on the Wall

Photo taken in Siena, Italy

In my mind's eye,

At the back of the hall,

There's a wall just like this one,

Would you like, would you like to meet one?

The many tiles,

Colored and decorated,

To describe the everyone, the everyone,

That's what I've done.

So are you blue, red or green?

Shall I paint you like halloween?

That to remember you by,

Before you leave for the sky.

In my mind's eye,

There's a colorful wall,

Painted by me, who's not very tall.

Would you like to see me?

If you ever meet me,

You'd have a tile on my wall.

Where Sight Takes You...

Sight
What does it mean to see?
A prescribed design,
For one to journey, for one to be.

The way that hung upon the where,
From which one points his spyglass there,
And each conclusion that follows hence,
One should inquire - the point from whence?

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I wonder how this little bug viewed the world...

***

We were on the same path, you and I,

For a while at least,
You graced a smile, I gave a sigh,
I saw the ground, you saw the sky.

When mine eyes met yours that summer's day,
It dawned on me, you were going away,
For though our eyes met and stood a moment's silence,
We did not see eye to eye, not you not I.

And so, I'll be on my little way,
So will you, I dare say,
To keep on journeying till we find,
Someone to share both heart and mind.

Struck

When you've turned to heaven for the answers, 

And even that can't save you,

You can only sink lower...

I'll give you anything to see you dance...

Dark Pink

The World Went By...

Unused for so long, the yellow flowers peeked their heads through...

Red Flowers

Photo taken on a vineyard near Florence Italy

Butterfly Blues

Made a brush from a photo of a butterfly. This is the second background I made with it on Photoshop.

Butterfly on Fire

Caval D' Brons

A couple sharing a kiss under the Caval D'Brons in

Torino's Piazza San Carlo.

Pink Land

Close of Day

Lights bright no more,

Colours desaturate into grey,

Body broken and sore,

Betokens the close of day.

Blessed Passion Sunday

Stone Wall Flowers

Wallflower:

Person who feels shy, awkward, or excluded...

Light My Way Two

Who sits here in this chair?

I would like it to be...

Someone magical, someone special,

Someone who lights my way.

Who would you like to sit in this chair?

Swirly Tree

Viewing the World in Circles

It's around a round again,

Rounds abound in this land of ups and downs...

It's going upwards into the high,

It's dropping back down, do say goodbye.

And once more I'm back to where I started,

Traveling around the roundish round round. 

Stuck in this circle,

It's hard to get out.

Climbing up to only drop down,

So I sit miserably on this round going round,

Watching the world go by, with feet off the ground. 

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For the times when it's back to square one again...

I'm not against ferris wheels...

Small and White

Light My Way

As darkness falls,

And the lights fade away into the mist,

Covered by grey shadows,

Is the path I must travel.

Be for me a beacon of light,

Steady my footsteps and aid my sight,

Let me follow you to safety's nest,

And there in your arms shall I be at rest.

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