Merry Christmas!

Hello, I’ve returned!

I hope you’ve been having a wonderful holiday! 🙂  Merry Christmas!

To be honest, I didn’t write anything today–I haven’t written anything new at all this month it seems.  (Other than the intros to these posts, if that counts.)

Anyways, I thought as my gift from me to you, the reader, I would post the first poem that I wrote. (First that I actually liked, that is.)  And alongside it, its second part/counterpart.  I know the first one I posted on here a long time ago, but the second part should be brand new.

It’s different from my other stuff because my style has changed so much recently, but these will always hold a special fondness in my heart.

I hope you like them!


Ode to Midnight Silence.

Oh, the midnight mystery
Found in corners of the mind often left uninvestigated.
It’s the perfect time for thoughts and mystery
Whenever silence visits the mind of the searching artist.
Inspiration is brought on by nothing more than you, dear silence
When minds race like a storm rolling in with dark intensity
And minds scream with the sounds of desperation and distress,
The only solace can be found in the comfort of you.
Restless minds stir with the creative passion of their trades
Alone at midnight as all others slumber.
The restless minds stirring often end up crying
In frustration as their ideas slip away in the noise.
Then you come, beautiful silence,
Made of the only thing that can calm completely,
As stealthy as a robber at midnight,
Only you’re here to give to the distressed artist
The gift of your presence.
A storm rolling in.
A calming blanket of intensity.
A settling feeling of peace,
As the artist can finally think.
Works are completed, sometimes thanks to only you.
Dearest silence, you quiet screaming minds
Alone at midnight.
You quiet distractions, sinking silence deep into stillness,
Sinking silence, yourself, into works of art,
Becoming a work of art yourself.
Oh, midnight silence, the true artist behind the art.
Midnight stillness, the reason art lives on,
Midnight stillness the only inspiration to our failing, artists’ hearts.


The Ballade of Midmorning Sound

Standing alone in a buzzing city of sound
Provides insight to the human condition.
It is around midmorning when silence turns to sound and becomes loud
As people go around conducting their daily missions.
The symphony of quotidian life becomes itself a musician,
Playing the same song in different inversions
For each person as they go along singing their ambitions.
Midmorning sound created by nothing more than individuals’ recursion.

People continue to come together and scatter around,
Unintentionally playing their parts in the symphony by carrying out their missions.
Idle chatter, sluggish traffic, scuttling pedestrians, blaring horns sound,
Adding to the mixture. Noises get louder and recede like the ocean, like fission.
It’s hard to think here in the noise, yet the sound is filled with inspiration.
Humans on their daily excursions,
People playing their song—their daily addition,
Midmorning sound created by nothing more than individuals’ recursion.

The weather could do almost anything, yet it wouldn’t stop the traffic inbound.
They won’t stop their tasks under any condition,
Not until in a few hours when they are at long last homebound.
They become musicians, actors, and artists without an audition.
Humans wander around in the sound as plans near fruition,
Singing daily sounds of their own version,
People buzzing around, rushing to do things according to their volition.
Midmorning sound created by nothing more than individuals’ recursion.

Humans always have individual missions and ambitions,
Creating individual songs of their own version,
Bringing out in each person a musician.
Midmorning sound created by nothing more than individuals’ recursion.



Thanks for reading!  I hope you have a wonderful holiday, no matter what you’re celebrating. 🙂

See you back on Thursday!

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