August 28, 2006

  • More old stuff.


    BROKEN VOICES


     


    Upon the waves of silence


    I hear them oh so loud,


    Voices of the broken people


    Crying, crying out.


     


    They fill my ears when nothing else


    Is heard, I hear them cry,


    People crying, crying out


    Dead and about to die.


     


    There are people crying, crying out


    But they never speak a word.


    You have to listen to their hearts,


    That’s where their tears are heard.


     


    Their hopes are crushed, their strength is gone


    Their attitude is blue.


    There are people crying, crying out.


    I hear them, why don’t you?


     

Comments (5)

  • beautiful and very very touching. 

    I hear them, too, but not as often as I should. 

  • ryc:  Haha!  =D

    That's a nice poem.

    Have a great week~

  • It's been a long while since I heard something from the Sea Turtle.

    Yes it's ironic. And to think people will always listen to what they have to say.

  • RYC:  Yeah, it's only a "good" exhortation for anyone needing that kind of encouragement today!  Only because the time is short and the world is going to hell around us.

  • ryc~ that is so cool! Especially in this society, and I know why yet I still do not understand it, people do not usually stop to help a stranger - especially of the male species, (yes, I know that sounds sexist. I am not at all - I am only stating what I have seen, that people are more willing to help a female than a male, which aggravates the hell out of me). But for someone to stop and get you without the frustration of even trying to flag down some help, that is awsome. = )

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