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Silence Speaks
Naturally, your canvas reveals a strong message
One in which I find great truth
To the heart of an artist, silence is excruciating
Deafeningly silent reasons rattle around
Inside, desparately seeking a way to get loose
Sometimes, their manifestations will absolutely terrify
.....like a spector, they will appear loudly, hovering
Sometimes, comforting; others, cutting like a stiletto
No way can you prepare for what will come out at you.
The not-knowing is paralyzing; sometimes even more painful than words, no matter how true.
So as the ink dries upon your gentle canvas.........
My fingers gently stroke the words written across your back
Affirmation of my understanding so completely
With an assurance that your silent fears clearly lack
Can I simply embrace you
Honestly, skin to skin
Can you and I force the silence out
And allow each discernible voice come in
Never again to be frightened
Of things that we cannot hear
My fingertips trace the words across your shoulder
Feelings that speak volumes; Very loud and very clear.
One in which I find great truth
To the heart of an artist, silence is excruciating
Deafeningly silent reasons rattle around
Inside, desparately seeking a way to get loose
Sometimes, their manifestations will absolutely terrify
.....like a spector, they will appear loudly, hovering
Sometimes, comforting; others, cutting like a stiletto
No way can you prepare for what will come out at you.
The not-knowing is paralyzing; sometimes even more painful than words, no matter how true.
So as the ink dries upon your gentle canvas.........
My fingers gently stroke the words written across your back
Affirmation of my understanding so completely
With an assurance that your silent fears clearly lack
Can I simply embrace you
Honestly, skin to skin
Can you and I force the silence out
And allow each discernible voice come in
Never again to be frightened
Of things that we cannot hear
My fingertips trace the words across your shoulder
Feelings that speak volumes; Very loud and very clear.
Published 26th Jul 2011
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26th Jul 2011 5:10pm
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26th Jul 2011 9:34pm
8th Sep 2011 9:31pm
Very nice, well thought out and expressed.
thank you
peace, love and light
Gypsy red
thank you
peace, love and light
Gypsy red
8th Sep 2011 9:35pm
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27th Mar 2013 10:09am
I loved this one it's relevance to me is heavy. I have no tattoos yet but I have a few I'd like. My main one being my epitaph on my back. Of who I am now what I'm like who I care for right here right now. It's my dream so if I do make old bones the last person who prepares me to go hug my beloved oak will understand the core of me not just conclude upon my shell. Ty syn
5th Oct 2015 5:44pm
Mmm honey. Yes that Silence can be deafening.
My manic more afraid of noise i pray for stillness, Selah..
But pray the silence, fear of the onknown no longer torments this friend.
Adoration
Jennifer
My manic more afraid of noise i pray for stillness, Selah..
But pray the silence, fear of the onknown no longer torments this friend.
Adoration
Jennifer
