"In the stillness of meditation, find the melody of your soul. Let each breath be a note, and the silence between, a symphony of self-discovery."
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"In the stillness of meditation, find the melody of your soul. Let each breath be a note, and the silence between, a symphony of self-discovery."
(Max Di Carlo)
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My Life is a Song
It is written by my hand.
But conducted by another.
It is filled with notes of my hopes.
That lay on the lines of my demise.
My veins became a flute. Hollowed twigs with holes.
Where only dry air flows.
Forced through by blistered lips.
My skin become a harp of ice.
with strings made of frost.
Caring hands phased right through.
The violins were my cry's.
It is the solo in which I live.
The solo in which no one came to listen.
My heart was the bass.
A rumbling in the chest. A deepening passion.
It was the instrument no one came to play.
My life was a song.
A symphony of silence.
In an orchestra of violence.
-Grif otaged
so I write poetry now and if you like that kind of stuff you can follow my blog http://symphonyofsilencepoetry.tumblr.com/
ok thanks bye