Happy birthday, man.

Explosions in the Silence

Our minds are explosives
Like raging fires through a forest,
And from the ashes,
We create,
We think.
In the eye of the beholder,
In the mouth of the slave,
In the sense of the forgotten,
We weave a net together
And catch the prey of our minds.
With passion we create.
With love we think.
If we can and
If we want.

The pen flows on the paper
Like tears from our eyes
If we can and
If we want.
Imagination is like a forest fire
That crackcrackcrack,
And the words seep from our fingers
Like passion from the slave,
Like love from the beholder.
In their eyes
And mouth.
Sensation that was forgotten
Is found and we deliver it to all
That may hear it.
And what a glorious sound it is.
Almost like the singing of angels
And the lamenting of demons.
It's unique like the
Explosions of our minds,
Or the taptaptap of the
Typewriter in our souls.

The clouds pass under the sun
And over the fires
Like a prisoner caught in between
The force of God
And the fire of humanity.
The prisoner of the chains of conformity
The mind, the sensation
That is lost.
He has lost the prey,
His net unwoven.
Like his false passion
And his false love.
And he could change himself
If he wants to
Or even could.
Like a fire from our minds
That seeps into the paper,
It spreads,
Forever shifting,
Forever growing,
Always adapting,
Always evolving,
Until it takes over its creator.
Until it devours the eye of the beholder.
Until it devours the passion of the slave.
If it can or
If it wants.
When the trees sigh
And the birds die,
All that will be left
Is that taptaptap
In the soul,
In the mind,
Like the crackcrackcrack
Of the forest fire …

As it spreads
As it shifts
As it grows
As it adapts
As it evolves
As it devours
As it takes hold of the passion
As it takes hold of the love
As it takes hold of life itself
As it makes love to the senses
As it breaks the lock of conformity
As it flies like imagination

The world will change
And sometimes it may be quiet
As death itself …
But in the end,
Life is like a wheel,
It always comes back to the same place …

Taptaptap
CrackCrackCrack
And let the soul be free

May the love of Anuwëy guide you when all Hope is lost

TorNathan