Finding-Doc

Silent scream in eternal night. I fly from life's sorrow in death's slumber No peace found just perpetual loss Paraded in front of lidless eyes No place to hide. Only by life's struggle, reach release Joy is the providence of the living Redemption in being, breathing. Silent scream in eternal night. Inert the dead have nothing but regret.

A thousand Clouds bits of cotton candy white floating on dissolving in , the sky liquid blue.

The absence of sound seems deafening, contrasting with the voices bouncing off the inside of my head. I struggle to think of the last time I had a real conversation, one where I have dropped all my barriers, just been me? My current relations are empty, conversations bare, they do not share my interests nor I theirs. I live a half life online, my voice silent but heard, my face, my body unseen, as is yours. It helps but it is a pale thing, to be robbed of so much an emoticon is a pale thing compared to a smile, a typed laugh a quiet and poor substitute for the feel of the real thing against my skin. I wonder how long can a man last without to

With shadowed eyes she views her world Eyes dark with suffering seen, heart savaged, faith battered What tender heart hides within shadowed eyes? Gentle heart slumbering within Do you dream of dancing under star's light; Sheltered by love's embrace, not shadowed eyes? Feline grace flaunts an unconquered heart   Tempered by fires of pain and rage Crystal heart hard as glass, brittle as steel. Shadowed eyes search, Seeking deeper farther A blessing, a curse? Shadowed eyes now that we have met I long to see What harsh gaze and gentle heart foretell for me?

Every day I live, Each hour I breathe Every moment of life My souls note rings out. Everything I see Each soul I meet Every belief told Returns my note to me Every being a voice Each voice joined Every nuisance added Life's lessons sets the stage Every event retold Each encounter effects Every day the song unfolds My eternal, ethereal symphony.

Of all my memories of the South The sweltering days of summer heat The slow drawl of southern ladies Closest to my heart will always be the warm Carolina rain. Spring would bring days of endless rain, Sun hidden by darkened cloud. clothing the day in blue and gray. And see me playing hour after hour Dancing in the Carolina rain. Paper boats painstakingly made Floated on rivers born of torrential rain Foaming rapids tossing tiny craft flowing into the black abyss. gutters greedily drinking the pure Carolina rain. In times of strife in times of sadness Or whenever the clouds darken overhead Memories return sorrow fades In t