Hazered of Hearts

senseless

  Winter makes room for herself, through destroying her sister's works,
By first playing a soundless lullaby
That surfs the breeze until it reaches the trees,
Stealing all that is vital to survival.
By raking up Autumn's mess, turning the earth, into a stark, bare, breathless beauty,
One that with each breath, consumes.
Yet still, it dazzles, with a presence the other sisters can't quite match.
And once Winter has properly thrown pompous Autumn out,
She dusts the earth with what she is known for,
The shavings of stardust, that is called snow.

  Marble halls;
Marble halls stand with luistries glow
That time worn relics illustrate.
Tribal territory, expands
And recoils as generations do.
But still marble halls clearly
Hold the troubled royals near
The pale alabastrine slabs stand erect
Impenetrable with guards of silencing,death
that safekeep, their secrets of love and hate

Through royal feuds and royal allegiances.

  When you come up blank
When you stumble into the wrong way,
When you begin to sway,
When you have nowhere to turn,
When you are unsure,
When you become insecure,
When you are lost,
Don't give up,
Everything that is lost can be found,

If you try, if you make a sound.  

What's silence? 

A time to question all reality and its existence.
It doesn't hit, it hovers, coos, and coaxes a deep part of the mind.
A rarity in a world that won't stop, that suffocates, drowns, with flashing lights, annoying sounds
A moment to collect, to ponder, to wonder, to breath.
Listen to the inner workings of the mind, listen to each other, to take a moment.
When even Time takes a breath.
Silence, a shy friend in a loud world.
These things are what silence are, and more, what makes it precious?
The answer is, silence often is short-lived, and it shouldn't be.  

  Home
Weak,failing without a home
With which, holds a piece of our inceance
childhood homes retired and left
Youthful man,unskilled in the virtuosity
Of raising a brood up to code.
If Well - founded is hope for the code
If Well - built is a shield for the brood
Hell is surely found among the benighted
And unstable ranks of man, fear not
For home is near the heart and never absent.

The silence
The silence of many desmates, peace within
Gone is the wall of silence
Gone is the facade of peace
Silence penetrates unleashing inner thoughts
That contrasts the inner balance waging
An elaborate battle commences without end
Fighting mortal desires that we commend
So come Listen to the souls inner thoughts
This is an eternal conflict so choose your fate
Because Fate has determined the winner.