Sounds of Silence

Sounds of Silence

Silence is the sound of what is based

On what you apparently now feel

 Matters you are experiencing

What appears to be is real

Not always is what you feel

Automatically, even all true

Neither as it simply brings

Celestial peace's to you

How can I escape the silence of my dreams

That haunt me without any word out of the night

Into the daylight's silence's of my own impeachment

Neither here nor there I seem to be able to make it right

Only my daydreams have some nicer touch

Are able to present me some lovely view

Although there is lots of noise around

This silence is refreshing to be new

Yeah, you, my silence of love and fear

Wether you're touchable far or deaf to near

You're the unavoidable essence of my being

The two and only things about to be clear

Oh, well, anything else? What about my words?

Are they the silence of my feelings from time to time?

Are they the silent bridge or a silent wall? Or even both?

Are they all honest whole-and holiness, or partially crime?

They say: "You find "God" in the silence, in the quiet, the calm."

But I also find "the Devil", the damnation to my past or fears

It all depends how I feel about you, how you make me feel

Or I'm the happiest being ever, or downhearted to tears

I know I have a choice, whenever I am, wherever I go

So you may be what I want it to be, my decision

The silence of goodness or badness, however

You are my most invisible kind of vision

Mingle with my silence, and we'll see

What sounds may turn music to enjoy

I hope it'll more silent than all the noise

That's called my silence without you, oh boy

By and large, both on the large and small scale

Your words are more silent to me than my stillness

You're sound of silence in affection, and your caring

Brings healing silence instead of the silence of illness

"You won't go any further, ...": you said.

"Without feeling your purpose and soul again."

Neither will I, my lovely one, my, you tell me, my dear.

Up until than hush, Baby!

By then you'll continue being

My favorite silence, love or fear...

H.C. Thiesgen (Behrens)

Thurs. 3rd August 2017

18:50 hrs. ( MET + )

Thou Art. You are. Now, what?

Thou Art. You Are. Now, What?

The man is gone for you, for now, the one who 

Risked with courage and tried to convince

Looking at and up and for your love

Ever after, for now, ever since

The man's gone who trusted in you 

Because of him, because of God 

Denying himself and obeying 

A whole good deal of a lot 

That man was neglected, ignored and some mistrusted 

That man was ugly, even though unintentionally, hurt 

That man was a foolish dog, a slinky cat, then a tiger 

Now being some resolved "trying to fly away" bird 

Could it have been some better? 

Couldn't it even have been good? 

Couldn't he have been fortunate? 

Supposing, indeed, one could! 

What is left residual is the woman 

Fine, fragile, prideful and frighten 

Longing for her man to support 

Being precious and enlighten 

Longing to be convinced 

Longing to be found by clue 

Longing to be such surprised 

A better whole life through 

Sitting in between and behind her walls 

She's lonely but definitely secure 

She still has got love to give 

Heavenly, net and pure 

Could it have been better?

Could it have been that good? 

Could she even have succeeded?

 Yeah, yes, I guess, that she could? 

One person is so little 

But the being is very big 

And the hope is still alive 

For you, my God, to stick 

Now, who are you now? 

And who do you want to be? 

The woman who is some lost? 

Or the man going to be Gee! 

Do you want to fight for good? 

Do you want to choose forever? 

Do you want to be that hero? 

Do you want to be clever? 

Could it be yet any better? 

Could it even be real good? 

Could it be stupendous? 

Absolutely, it could!

HC_Behrens 

September 10, 2009 

[13:45 hrs]

Merry Little Day

Merry Little Day

Have yourself a merry little day

Be sophisticated, elegant and smart

Play the little game of life seriously

And add courage to your heart

Get your enthusiasm to resurge

In its all colorful and crazy beauty

Let your duty be your happiness 

So let happiness be your duty

Feel handsome, attractive with plenty of joy

Let God shine throughout the soul of your eyes

Give acknowledgments to the stars high above

Find your course of such ignorance, be wise

Perform that natural unnaturalness

Or unnatural naturalness, as spoken

Your dignity is untouchable, is free

Your will continues unbroken

The world belongs to the energetic

The world consists of following the dream

You’ve got the world on the string if you dare

So take and create your chances and beam

Be ready, primed and pioneered

Not thinking yet not also dreaming

Follow yourself and your ambition

Make passion to your meaning

Have yourself a merry little day

Anyways and whatsoever it may take

Stay humble, but rise and shine yourself

With all your so senses aware and awake

Life is like the most famous of stories at last

You suffer some, you die some and get some alive

Have yourself a merry little day whilst you go for some

And suffer, die and live some more little, to eventually thrive

Live every, oh, so, day to its fullest

Get rid of senseless fear, guilt, and fraud

Make the most of your every given talent

Be honest, be brave, be your own Lord

HC_B - May 7, 2016

[16:55 hrs]