November 2nd, 2017

Shaman - Horse

Poem - Things Left Unsaid

Darkness does have a place in creation. There is a tremendous power stored in the shadow. In the early 2000s I was told that I should be writing. At that time I struggled mightily with dark thoughts. I told myself, "I cannot write of what I know. Who wants to hear about madness?". Now I do write. My own shadow is still there. Now the darkness informs my writing, adding wisdom and insight. There are artists who's works are simultaneously very dark, even as they peers into the depths of the human experience. Sometimes it is difficult to look, read or listen to these creations. This is OK. The artist is creating for themselves and for those who are capable of sharing the vision. Deep down, the darkest of works are created with the mantra of "somebody will see this, somebody will recognize this". The shadow is crucial part of creation. Without the darkness, there cannot be light.

"In the beginning God created heaven and earth." So says Genesis 1:1. I say that God is still creating the heaven and the earth. We stare into the same void. We maintain our sanity and soul by seeing the void as a place of potential. What are we to do on this earth? What is our purpose? Merely create the best you can. On the sixth day, you too will say, "behold, it was very good".

The title of the poem “Things Left Unsaid” was inspired by the Pink Floyd album “Things Left Unsaid”.

Things Left Unsaid

Things left unsaid fill the space
with accompaniment by a soundtrack
chords too heavy to be expressed
demented notes best not plucked

never echoes in my head
longest ever with no refrain
known to exist in the void
where the source will be found

by lack of will or faint of heart
silence is my last resort
alternative to calm's consort
raving screams to rent the air

these are implied if you look
to the verse that's come before
tappings on the frigid walls
lost to time in sunlight's fall

this dearth of sound does not mean
my mind is empty of all thought
quite the opposite would be found
if all my groans could be heard

instead look to the furtive eyes
darting round to find escape
hoping you'll drop your guard
allow escape to the beyond

whimpers press hard to this page
this allowed lest I betray
sanity slipped from its leash
replaced by lunacy in its place

bound to a collar with aching chains
trapping who I really am
within this awful tomb of flesh
with only madness to be played.

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