“oh silence
you stillness hurt my head- and
pierce ears
jars my head with the stillness of
sounds unbearable/durable-
on the screen of pitch blackness
comes/reappears the shapes of monsters
my most steadfast companions-
my blood throbbing with unrest
turns it route in another directions
and the world is sleeping
ah peace I need you- even a
peaceful monster.”

(Source: missingmarilyn)

“That silent river which stirs and swells itself with whatever passes over it
wind, rain, great ships.
I love the river never unmoored
by anything
It’s quiet now
And the silence is alone
except for the thunderous rumbling of things unknown
distant drums very present
but for the piercing of screams
and the whispers of things
sharp sounds and then suddenly hushed
to moans beyond sadness-terror beyond
fear
The cry of things dim and too young to be known yet
The sobs of life itself
You must suffer-
to loose your dark golden
when your covering of
even dead leaves leave you
strong and naked
you must be-
alive-when looking dead
straight though bent
with wind
And bear the pain & the joy
of newness on your limbs
Loneliness-be still”

(Source: missingmarilyn)

“That silent river which stirs and swells itself with whatever passes over it
wind, rain, great ships.
I love the river never unmoored
by anything
It’s quiet now
And the silence is alone
except for the thunderous rumbling of things unknown
distant drums very present
but for the piercing of screams
and the whispers of things
sharp sounds and then suddenly hushed
to moans beyond sadness-terror beyond
fear
The cry of things dim and too young to be known yet
The sobs of life itself
You must suffer-
to loose your dark golden
when your covering of
even dead leaves leave you
strong and naked
you must be-
alive-when looking dead
straight though bent
with wind
And bear the pain & the joy
of newness on your limbs
Loneliness-be still”

“O, Time
Be Kind
Help this weary being
To forget what is sad to remember
Lose my loneliness,
Ease my mind,
While you eat my flesh.”

“Life-
I am of both your directions
Existing more with the cold frost
Strong as a cobweb in the wind
Hanging downward the most
Somehow remaining
those beaded rays have the colours
I’ve seen in paintings-ah life
they have cheated you
thinner than a cobweb’s thread
sheerer than any-
but it did attach itself
and held fast in strong winds
and singed by the leaping hot fires
life-of which at singular times
I am both of your directions-
somehow I remain hanging downward
the most
as both of your directions pull me.”

“I can’t really stand Human
Beings sometimes-I know
they all have their problems
as I have mine-but I’m really
too tired for it. Trying to understand,
making allowances, seeing certain things
that just weary me.”

“Only parts of us will ever
touch parts of others-
one’s own truth is just
that really- one’s own truth.
We can only share the
part that is within another’s knowing acceptable
so one
is for most part alone.
As it is meant to be in
evidently in nature- at best perhaps it could make
our understanding seek
another’s loneliness out.”

“For life
It is rather a determination not to be overwhelmed
For work
The truth can only be recalled, never invented”

“I guess I have always been
deeply terrified to really be someone’s
wife
since I know from life
one cannot love another,
ever, really.”

“oh silence
you stillness hurt my head- and
pierce ears
jars my head with the stillness of
sounds unbearable/durable-
on the screen of pitch blackness
comes/reappears the shapes of monsters
my most steadfast companions-
my blood throbbing with unrest
turns it route in another directions
and the world is sleeping
ah peace I need you- even a
peaceful monster.”