What Does Silence Sound Like

What Does Silence Sound Like

When you hear Silence, are you fast asleep?

What does silence sound like too you? Silence to me is hearing a constant high pitch sound of electric voltage wire humming throughout my darkness. When you lay your head down to sleep what do you hear? Can you hear total silence? I can at times accomplish the blackness of nothingness in my minds eyes when I have lain down to sleep. I think that if we can accomplish this void in our slumber then we should be able to reach good REM sleep, the trouble is getting there.


Science tells us all that the brain never sleeps, they surmise (and I do agree) if the brain is not emitting connectors like when we are dreaming, then we are dead. This I would think would be the ultimate silence, death, but is it? The Judgement continues as we sleep, the Trumpet, then our destiny to face.


Remember what I asked you in this title (What Does Silence Sound Like)? For those of us who have the problem of Tinnitus, it seems that we have no such thing as true silence.

(Philosophy/Poem) I Will Not

I Will Not


What is it that my Soul says that I will not

A night ago a thought skipped across my brain

In one way or another we all play to create the jingle

You and I, what are we willing to do to sustain our life

To stay in the game, as long as we breath, this game we play

We all know that there are many who care only for the gold


When the careers that we are in require us (in our eyes) to sin, will we

Each generation more liberal than the last, is it feudal, or just destiny

Everyday it costs us more, to play the game of which we have no control

Is there such a thing as a point we will not cross to keep the wolves away

Will there ever be a time we stand up to our slave master as a free people

Will we ever reach the point we say hell no to our demons, I will not?

(Humor Kitty/Poem) Correlation



One thing begets another

Window seal is vacant

Beautiful sunny day outside

Kitty jumps upon the seal

Now cloudy day from where I lay

Big fat Kitty done blocked my sky

Marijuana 90 Day Test Tube Experiment


There has been a theory put forth for many years, by many people, who like to enjoy the smoke of this plant. This theory is that the chemicals of the plant are a better and a more natural pain killer than the medication we humans create in our labs. If you know me at all, most likely you know that I do totally support Marijuana becoming legal in the eyes of the law, I would like this plant to be treated as alcohol is treated for such things as taxes and oversight.


I have been one of the people that believes that the chemicals from nature must be better for us than those we create in our Labs. In my life I have expressed this belief many times. I, like most people have had a few aches and pains as we go through our lives. I am not new to some very strong pain medications. I took my last Morphine  this past Monday evening 4-14-14. Starting the next morning I have started using only a small pipe and taking a few hits from it as the day progresses. It is my intent to use myself as a test study lasting 90 days, I believe that is on 7-13-14. I want to know what the truth is. I will keep you informed as I try this process.

(Philosophy/Faith/Poem) How Tall Are We On God’s Ruler


How Tall Are We On Life’s Ruler


We’re there marks upon your Granny’s wall

That measured your years with a stick and pencil

We make our marks upon the events of our lives

But at what place we choose to spread our wings



Do you really feel as tall as it say’s you are

All our life we had to measure up, but to what

A true measure can only be done by the soul

Yet how could a man ever find a Spirit ruler


How high can we get upon on our boss’s ladder

At the end of one’s life, what does it really matter

Are we ruled in our sleep, by our day’s actions

In our end of our day’s, boss’s mean nothing anyway

We all lay in the bowels of the Earth quietly waiting

For the real owner of our Soul to call our name


Four foot or seven it does not matter in Heaven

The size of our hearts and our brain does not save

Bank accounts and big houses aren’t the measure

In the end the fruit of our Soul is all that matters








(Philosophy War/Poem) Young Soldier

Young Soldier

When we were young did we not all play

Pretending to be generals and sergeants

In our backyards or barns filled with hay


President Mom calling a truce

To fill our bellies with hot biscuits and ham

No foul, no harm, no spills I guess

When young, is not time and the world

Your personal sandbox of new thrills

17 am I now not a macho-he man

Jungles and deserts I now low crawl

With M-16 with M-203 in my hands

I hold my breath and tweak my sight

With one finger I squeeze the trigger

Now one less breath, one less man


As the earth inhales the blood

To me just one more notch

One more trophy on my butt stock

As his last breath leaves with the wind


Is there blood on my conscience

For the blood on that’s on hands

Not knowing that my temple

Is the target of this mans friend

17, my life is over before it began



(Alpha Wolf/Poem) Within My Gaze

Within My Gaze

Within My Gaze

I see my picture

Upon T-Shirts, paintings and plates

Displayed proudly upon your walls


You think me to be cuddly

Domesticated easily like a lap dog hound

Only to the giant bear

Have I ever backed down


You come to my home

To sleep, laugh, and play

When was the last time

You ever seen me walking down your streets


More ignorant than the lamb I had this morning

My belly is grumbling as the dark is setting in

Do you now think I am so cute and cuddly

As I back you down

Your eyes glued, within my gaze



(Humor/Poem) Wheels



On four wheels we rode

From the place that we were birthed

To a place that we called home

Where we first learned

To crawl then walk then run


When we saw that bright red trike

We learned to balance on three wheels

The coolest thing we’d ever done


Until the magic one Christmas morn

A big red bike on just two wheels

Standing beside the tree so bright


Hey buddy oh friend of mine

Do twist your neck to see

Me riding on just two wheels, no hands

I just can’t help myself, It’s so cool to be me


Now here I am at 16 years of age

There’s no doubt that I am grown

See this license in my hand


My new bike now has a motor

A humming between my knees

Now how fast that I choose to go

Such things are totally up to me


Now when I get out among my friends

It is me they all gather around

I’m so cool I can’t help myself

As they all watch, on one wheel I ride

Look no hands just as I head butt a tree


Now inside I ride upon four wheels

With all the family following behind

I guess that I was not so cool

For now in this hole I lay

Frozen stiff beneath the ground


(Philosophy/Poem) Ultimatum



The world in which we live

Do we see the lies

Do we care enough too

Do we understand the ugliness of the reality

Of what the truth of our current situation is


No one can hide from the truth forever

We are filled with a world full of liars

The mask of ego’s hide the fangs

Our lack of knowledge is death

Stupidity will certainly kill us


Denial of the truth is ignorance

Ignorance doesn’t make truth go away

When we make folly of tonight or today

We are too blind and ignorant to see

It is with demons we dance and play


Because we choose to close our ears

We avert our eyes trying to avert reality

The real truths do not become lies

Eat and be merry we are told

Not realizing that tomorrow

That we and all we love will die

Political correctness is the venom of the Asp

If you speak not what is the hidden truths

Then no one’s freedom will ever last

O world, can you yet feel the chill of death

These last breaths of air of which we gasp


(History/Poem) Twisted and Tangled

Twisted And Tangled


April 21st, 1967 a day that

To me, in my mind, will always live in infamy


This the day an F-4 tornado

Touched down in our hometown

Killing and injuring many

Putting a dark spot on all our history


Was about four on Friday afternoon

Down the business twenty corridor it came

Striking the Chrysler Plant about shift change

The Pacemaker grocery store

Highland Hospital and the neighborhoods

But the high school with children filled

Buses lined up, the tornado’s wrath did vent


Many a white cross where children

Now lay in rest

It’s not just cars and houses

That such storms tangle and twist

The empty desks within the class

Forever a reminder of our friends

And children that we so deeply miss