BLOCK OF SILENCE

18 May 15:42

As time overtook age,a hidden constant within was by passing sound.

In time,growth was continuous for I and them that knew me.
In age,i met trouble and struggles older than me,but never bigger than this,

This vacuum of immense Thought Drop Silence.
I let it pervade my heart,watched it swallow my pride,roamed in it blindly as it shaped my mind.

That very dome of solitude ricocheted balls of confusion,
With every rebound the blocks crumbled one by one as sound occupied my cave.

Sounds of poetry,reality,love,patience,encouragement and Divine Guidance.
Now i pick up the speck of silence,on my finger tip.
And blow it away,in a noisy gust of emancipation from self-bondage.

By M.O.O aka The stringed harp

BIRTHDAY BOY

A lad so born,
Born, but first.
In some sense.
Though moments were tense.
It was a day, he shall.
Forget yet remember, all
For the stories on the events.
Still flow in his dormant vent.
But he erupted to what is.
He is so he searches for daily bliss.

Since its his day, he feels boyish.
Wonders whats the special dish.
He forgot, such days are no more.
Days of birth have become hard core.
Still he can afford a smile.
Laugh out loud hear able from miles.
Surmise the internal joy lives on.
Though stronger when years began with one..
Nineteen cheers for old birthday boy.
Ooh! Look! He's acting rather coy.

by Moses O.O