WhiTe NoiSe

Charged by emotions...both good and bad...I've learned to embrace it all.

WhiTe

NoiSe














         

This white noise
          it is the consequence of my instability
                                I watch in wonder
                                    as many specters rise from the unearthing
           It is time now
to harvest the fruit
                                possessed by sorcery and wonder
               let go of the restraints
                              for this ordained shepherdess; labors forth a monstrosity
                                                     another hum, I feel the thrum
                                 these birthing pains are never done.


****STATIC****


             At last
                                     this energy becomes alive
                    another tainted conception made sacred
             a thousand minutes of prayer and tribulation
       the rising blackness is now one
alive and without segregation
                                   it feeds quietly upon me
                                                 with an eager predation.


****STATIC****



                   I give in
                 dissolved by the spectrum of chaos
                                                 I'm now at peace with this beautiful desolation
    defiled and deaf
                 enlightened by the carnal knowledge
                        this confusion has been gifted
                                  by the feign
                                  that's shrouded within.

Author's Note

FYI: I want to thank all my friends for the love and support they have shown my daughter. It's because she's doing well with some new medications, that I'm finally allowed to visit my home here on WC. Much luv....thank you.

Reviews

[Carl Drake Barnard]

Hehe excuse me for a second when I saw the photo With the words white noise I thought That litlle was the poem hehe :) I find it incredible how you wrote this and even the format incredible! :) You have created a very well written and provoking Poem :) Enjoyed reading it :)

[anonymouse]

wow that is amazing. you cut right to the heart of it and you feel it. my eyes are so wide right now.

[Blue Ivory]

Once again, I find myself being able to relate myself to another masterpiece of yours. It's wonderful. A poetry fanatic or as we call them in my language kobita roshik who allows himself to get carried away by every letter and every word that he read like I do can feel the agony as the white noise charges out. It's painful. Watching it taking over. Watching the "blackness" come alive... I like how you compared your state of misery to light and charge. It's brilliant! Also how you write "static". Your poem was very visual and graphical. And the image certainly helps =)

[Aidz]

Static indeed clouding with noise the closing stanza encapsulates this well

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

A fabulous piece and the way you adjusted the font on some of the words just added to its greatness.

[Amila Jay]

A powerful poem written from depth of your heart, really nice:-)

[Cassie Fraga]

I am totally speachless right now... this was an AMAZING piece, so powerful!! thank you for sharing such a gift muse!! I appreciate it!!

[etxcp]

I like it!!!!!! Short and simple!!!!!!!! I applaud you!!!!!!!! :)

[joshua deathdealer]

Loving this poem Muse. It seems like the more we learn the more sorrow it brings. I'm glad your daughter is doing better xo

[Lily Mae]

When I read you I instantly smile.. I love the ride you take us all on.. Every write you do has a thousand interpretations and it's a blast to try to figure out what is in that mind of yours.. Of coarse being a part of the fan club I get sneak previews of your mind but hey lol ;) For me the white noise is you standing in the chaos yet surrounded by hope.. I love that your daughter is responding and doing well..xo

[Light and ashes]

Maybe it is in our moments of slight insanity that we are at the peak of our brilliance?? It is certainly in suffering that we find strength and wisdom by digging ourselves out of it each and every time becoming more and more unbreakable as we walk on but, I believe that there is plenty of wisdom and brilliance to be found even while suffering therefore through living in general we can piece a little more of the puzzle the more that we learn and grow. This poem really reflects that, 100.