Muted Resonance

 

Vanishing Point(s)

 

About An Artist

 

A Poet’s Manifesto

 

Scream And Tell

 

Echoes & Shadows

There are Faces in the Shadows

   Everywhere I Look—

And Echoes of the Gallows

   In Every Look Mistook—

And Mystery in the Hollows—

   Secrets of The Rook—

Some Ghost that Always Wallows

   In The End of Every Book—

A Precipice to Every Age—

   A Storm in Every Cloud—

A Nightmare for Every Page,

   Pausing—at the Speed of Sound—

And Seven Reasons to be Afraid

   Of Paralyzing Reveries—

Faces Cold, and Still—Displayed

   In Agonizing Freeze!—

Tortured Souls Held in Abeyance—

   In Prisons of The Mind—

Though Free of All Attachments,

   Swaying, in the Noose of Time—

And some of them Perfected Breathing

   While Overcoming Strife—

And many of them still Waiting—

   For some Perpetual Life—

So I keep a Lantern at my Side,

   But with the Wick down very Low—

So All the Faces have a Place to Hide,

   And the Echoes, a Place to Go—

And Every Night, in Every Dream,

   We Always Meet, Inside The Mind—

We say Farewell—though no one Leaves,

   For what's Alive, will Never Die...