senseless sense|meaningless meanings

What?
I don’t know and that’s the truth, that’s the problem, I don’t know and it bothers me.
What?
I wish I had an answer for you, I wish I could say that Ive read the blueprints of the universe, of my own soul, I wish I could say I have seen the light and know right from wrong and light from dark. I am caught in the grey and the white wash white wall existence of my soul’s asylum.
Why?
STOP ASKING!!?? There is no why and wherefore. But there is and I know there is and I intend to, I wish I could, find it.
What?
I know, I know. Pick me dear teacher, please. I’m the pet, the one in the front, and I have all the answers yet know nothing.

Speach

Speak softly but speak truth, speak right and wrong.
Speak loudly and be heard; by your own ears.
When shout I hear only a braggart. 
Truth is rarely shouted, but it should be heard above the senseless clamouring and voiceless nonsense. They say not to cast your pearls, I say throw all your seed to the wind and pray for fertile ground. Or find fertile ground, find responsive guests and open ears. What use is having truth and not giving it away? What use is being right? None.

“Let thy speech be better than silence, or be silent.” ~Dionysius the Elder

While the radio was on…

songs song wonderful songs, the sound of music is sweetness to my ears, songs song beautiful songs, the sound of peace and happiness, of joy and suffering and sadness and truth, music sweet music and I wish I could be a part of that, I could be a single ringing harmonic, a sub harmonic that sends chills and moves hearts.

There’s music in the sighing of a reed;
There’s music in the gushing of a rill;
There’s music in all things, if men had ears:
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.
~Lord Byron

no sense non-sense

what could be should be, if I could be what I should be. If I were what I were and if I was what I is then I would be not as I am…
That makes no sense, but its not supposed to.
If-then I would be what I could be if-then I was what I would be, if I was what I should be. Then I would be as I was made to be, if I was as I should be, have been, but not to be for long.
and the short of it is that this makes no sense.

carnation, re-in

A poem of life:
to begin with,
first:
death and then:
the resurrection,
the second life.
wheel about and live again.

I am therefore

To believe and have faith is to give life to the unexisting the unimaginable, to have miracles and gods.  I believe in my existence and I believe in yours and I believe that my beliefs don’t mean a damn thing. Only my beliefs shape my world, open my eyes and heart to things so I can see/feel them. What I believe in probably existed or was or had form and purpose before my faith was invested, but to me they were nothing.

“if i believe
in death be sure
of this
it is” -e.e. cummings