Silence
by Thomas Hood

There is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,
In the cold grave--under the deep, deep sea,
Or in wide desert where no life is found,
Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound;
No voice is hush'd--no life treads silently,
But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free,
That never spoke, over the idle ground:
But in green ruins, in the desolate walls
Of antique palaces, where Man hath been,
Though the dun fox or wild hyaena calls,
And owls, that flit continually between,
Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan--
There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone.

I wrote the finishing touches on this one last night...It has many influences but mainly it was for my boys serving, the girls they and we all love, and well life in general...Someone asked me who it was for and I said "The World" lol, no really...So read it and tell me what you think

Angelic Thoughts

I made a decision today, with that said, may our dreams come true

Keep with it so bright, patients now you will see this is far from through

Though I may have had a few years, and possibly a few too many beers

We sat, reminisced, and drank; we shed our tears and shared our fears

When do we see this sparkling light, with her, an epiphany

Sounds tremble and move just subtle nuances in perfect harmony

In a way that is life, such a grand symphony

With great intoxication, let be the dreams of both happy and hurt.

A simple moment. As the stars and us unite

As our battle rages in the deep black darkness of night

A warrior sits alone. With only the thoughts of an angel to fuel his courage and might

Her eyes sparkle brilliantly even on the darkest of nights providing the light that guides him into the fight

This angelic creature, he has to thank, with her smile greater then the brightest sunshine

Thoughts of this angel is all he needs to carry him through the day giving hope, making everything just fine

I see the light and then truly, everything is just fine

Great to see you back on this thread, Donkey. This poem is beautiful. Thanks - I know I will return to it.

THE PRETENDER
I'm going to rent myself a house
In the shade of the freeway
I'm going to pack my lunch in the morning
And go to work each day
And when the evening rolls around
Ill go on home and lay my body down
And when the morning light comes streaming in
Ill get up and do it again
Amen
Say it again
Amen

I want to know what became of the changes
We waited for love to bring
Were they only the fitful dreams
Of some greater awakening
I've been aware of the time going by
They say in the end its the wink of an eye
And when the morning light comes streaming in
You'll get up and do it again
Amen

Caught between the longing for love
And the struggle for the legal tender
Where the sirens sing and the church bells ring
And the junk man pounds his fender
Where the veterans dream of the fight
Fast asleep at the traffic light
And the children solemnly wait
For the ice cream vendor
Out into the cool of the evening
Strolls the pretender
He knows that all his hopes and dreams
Begin and end there

Ah the laughter of the lovers
As they run through the night
Leaving nothing for the others
But to choose off and fight
And tear at the world with all their might
While the ships bearing their dreams
Sail out of sight

I'm going to find myself a girl
Who can show me what laughter means
And well fill in the missing colors
In each others paint-by-number dreams
And then well put out dark glasses on
And well make love until our strength is gone
And when the morning light comes streaming in
Well get up and do it again
Get it up again

I'm going to be a happy idiot
And struggle for the legal tender
Where the ads take aim and lay their claim
To the heart and the soul of the spender
And believe in whatever may lie
In those things that money can buy
Thought true love could have been a contender
Are you there?
Say a prayer for the pretender
Who started out so young and strong
Only to surrender

-By Jackson Browne

Yeah - that's life, kid.

And this is the search :-



Eldorado by Edgar Allan Poe

Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old -
This knight so bold -
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow -
'Shadow,' said he,
'Where can it be -
This land of Eldorado?'

'Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,'
The shade replied -
'If you seek for Eldorado!'