The Sound Of Silence

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    The Sound Of Silence



                                               

                                     The Sound Of Silence


         I can only think!!!!
    To be with out sound.............
    The eye may blink......
                                      A snowy day abounds.....


                                       With the cold wind blowing.....
                                        And a life fading..........
                                               God is all knowing......
                              As I sit here waiting............

    A cold tundra in this state of mind........
    Watching my last parent parish in time........
    The peace I find!!!!!
                                      In a Minnasota rhyme!!!!!!



           A ticket a flight could take me any where!!!!!!
               A new name I had to create......
                          To come to a place where I know people care!!!!!!
              I'll come back as redbloodink..... Just you wait!!!!!



                                 Lost pass words and a mess in life!!!!

                      My mom is dieing today..........
                                                     It's like a stabbing knife!!
                                What can one say..........

    We all come and go from what I see........
    Life is ones' own journey........
    So I'll cry and laugh..........
    I might even lose my thoughts........
                                          But here I sit thinking .........

    What is the sound of silence.........
    Can we hear it at all........
    I know this.......
    Nothing !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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