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eda-thoughts-digest      Thursday, April 5 2001      Volume 04 : Number 051




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Date: Wed, 4 Apr 2001 19:44:48 EDT
From: PlacidPhantom@aol.com
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haven't posted in a while. 
feedback is always appreciated and welcome.

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don't make me say
 
sometimes i want my silence to speak to you
at times i want my body to scream to you
but my tongue is numb and frozen
this voice in my mind is calling out your name
can't your eyes hear it?
can't you feel it?
i'm pleading to you
don't make finality happen through voice
 
sometimes i'm too unsure of what my longing requires
and words could only mangle
the inevitable variances of my being
a line or two sets to stone
but a glance or two should show
that i don't want you to force
what i'm not sure how to say
 
can't we exist in silence?
only living off of emotion
and vibe?
 
what a silly world that would be
for what true worth lies in comprehension
of the one core presence in us all?
 
what worth could be attained
from a plethora of language
not defined by tone or pitch?
 
is it my word that you hang on? 
truly?
 
is my soul's reaching out to you not visible?
 
i wish i could form a spectacle
that would allow your eyes to see in color
all the radiance of my spirit
 
for you're the siren of song
and i'm the bard with no words
and my harp is frail and tattered
 
armed only with my eyes
i can't possibly reach you
equipped with my best flute
and it's note fails to be heard
 
my soul is longing for you
and it's orb is pulsing in your hand
it's calling for you ...
or was it a mere word you were waiting for?

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