The Roar Among the Quiet
As said but it came from none Only the eternal struggle of sword and shield amongst the plains Decades, centuries, even in the war youāve seen and partake War where cause and effect exists beyond where youāve been born Never left That battlefield of steel and bone shrapnel Tore even deeper than skin but the soul milked over the eyes The heart which somedays breathes and sometimes seizures I have made thousands of paintings I canāt remember In a battle of oceans of words New to repetitive metaphors in the anatomy of beauty and pain Blessed, as well, by new waters which flow from pens of strangers In this endless abyss of faceless allies and opposition There is a strong desire For good Great for all that is and ever was That which consists in a word I either never knew or always forget I share to you my welcoming homefront Awaiting when the silent fight breaks from the skyās crackle Which, in the abyssal darkness, thickets the void With a single flash, a sprinkle of light And a groan that crawls all that endlessly The horn that brings back sound only for everyone and I to Stand still and watch patiently in the moment I am not sure what any of that means Though, I present to you the I against I All that is me Oh Fortuna, I bleed a blood I canāt see











