My Own Prison

As Loud As Silence

This poem is for the music and lyrics that inspires me, and
changes my attitude and views on the way our lives should be
led, and in the ways we should think. The lyrics I hear every
morning have the capability to change my mood for the rest of the day. 

The lyrics block out everything else in my mind, and are far from silence.

The words dab at my mind like a fist thrown into the skin

like the sharp texture of your hair

blowing wildly in the wind

as locked are the gates of heaven

as close as the opportunity to sit on Saturn’s rings

and as blazing as winter’s falling snowflakes,

in the peace within a war zone,

where lies the feeble raven.

Like a star rising from the earth’s core,

like a lonesome shadow

like the graceful whomping willow, 

a picture with no story, a dull sun

with no beaming rays

the dignity of a distressed damsel

like the loyal nature of a predator

like the powerless thunder,

like the whisper of luna

a man of the cloth swearing to the heavens,

a corpse with a pulse,

a terrifying child who thinks of not but death,

lying in the cell of a prison,

while pondering a beginning outside Genesis

and anticipating his controllable fate.