Have you ever sat inside an anechoic chamber? Just staring at the jagged peaks, troughs and asymmetrical recesses carved into foot-thick, off-white foam on all six surfaces? The irregular shapes scatter sound in all directions except yours, absorbing everything. And I mean everything. Not even my quickening breaths bounce back. The result is… eerie. Isolating. Downright oppressive. The claustrophobic nothingness swamps ev...

I stood, looking out at an untouched ocean of blue and white, comfortable in my heavy parka and knit tuque. It was peaceful on top of the mountain. And lonely, although I wondered if I’d brought that with me, cloaked in a silence that was too loud at times and too quiet at others; those times when I hoped it might drown out the howling storm within me. Breathless, I stared out over the natural beauty, ignoring the cold th...

I always do my long runs before Saturday Breakfast at 9 AM. Depending on how far, means how early I get up. For my 40ks it means 3 AM. At 3AM, the house is silent apart from the fridge motor and the streets are deserted. Leaving the front door, all I hear is click of the clock and my feet hitting the ground; even the neighbour’s yapper is off duty! I’ve got neck problems, so I detect traffic better by listening than movin...

They say that space is truly silent, and in space, nobody hears you cry when you die. By the [human] 20th century, the know-to-them spacefaring races had settled into a form of stasis: some were on the up, some on the down, some were boots, some under the boot. But the Second Force of the Universe: Self-Interest and the Third: Apathy had collided and depleted the urge for vigorous conquest, and so, the Fourth: Stasis had...

I screamed. I screamed out eighteen months of weariness from endless touring. I screamed out the anguish and grief of losses that ate at my soul day after day. For sixteen long seconds, I screamed as if my life depended on it. Maybe it did. Then it ended. My lungs were out of air; the song ended. I stopped screaming. My bandmates stopped playing. The SoulScars 2023 tour was over. For a second, maybe even just a millisecon...

I love Vancouver in the Winter – the snow-covered North Shore Mountains, the brisk breeze across the Harbour and Stanley Park to Run. When I’m there, which is a lot, I live in N. Van on the waterfront. Sometimes, I’ll get up very early and have a light pack ready from the night before. At 5 AM, the house is silent apart from the fridge motor and the streets are deserted. Leaving the front door, all I hear is the click of...

no one thinks of solitude as violent but I feel like sometimes it wants to be doesn't silence ever get tired of being peaceful from witnessing so much? does it ever crave the violence of a scream like a lover's kiss? Lonely Alone Solitude is always equated with peace But So is death

Thurman appeared to me on a Tuesday, in a wall tile of my newly renovated bathroom. It was a little after six P.M. and I was drawing a hot bath. I perched on the edge of the tub and waited for the water to reach that perfect temperature. I was tired. Worn out. Exhausted. My day had started just like any other day. Alarm at five A.M. got dressed in the dark, scurried out the door by five-thirty-five to open the cafe by six...

The Lips of Infinity(Raanana, May 16, 2019) And he welcomed them,The children, the old ones, the infirm,The youth, the busy young men and women,The forsaken and excommunicated,The doubters and disbelievers,Agnostics and atheists,The doctors, the scientists, and technicians,And, yes, philosophers and poets,From all over the world, And he spoke to them in the one languageThey all understood, the language of silence and acti...

If there were no love in the world Would we all erect a dwelling Sound proofing it's walls Deadening the music Maybe furnishing it with darkened rooms Lined with tarnished fixtures So bleeding hearts can blend and disappear unnoticed A place where fresh scars cannot be seen A refuge where agonizing screams are silenced outwardly On the outside showing a facade resembling paradise On the inside lava pools fuming with guilt...

Friendship is like a piece of stringThere's a beginning, middle, and end to itIt starts with a smile, then loving hugs of sweet wordsSlowly drifting towards a deep sadness of goodbyesTears that fall from betrayal, or something simple like silenceForcing you to sever all ties with the otherIf only for your own sanity and well-beingTo cut the string in two, clutching one piece as a bitter memoryPushing you into that world o...

The silence is what I hear every dayUnbroken sounds of whispers being heard from a distanceVoices of those I long to hear, yet are always so far awayA sound, a smash, or even a hello from a stranger to make the pain go awayYet each day returns to the beginningLike a never ending circle of unforgiving torment 

The world stops, silence prevails It starts again, chaos So much rush, so much greed I think silence is all we need. Everyday day at four, go out and see Beauteous benign beatific breeze blows In your heart , you will feel That silence is really a great deal. And when you’re tired, just think for a moment How much we have discovered and how much still There is left to see, for us in this world Oh! A lot and let it be. Whi...

Locked in silence not always badImmersed in one's thought not sad Shedding a tear can be good to doLetting the strife of living life undo Not needing to hear nary a wordSilence lets coping be less blurred Allowing new light to venture inReviving one's true beauty within Between all of nature's stunning creaturesSharing together are such special features Respect and trust are things that are earnedNot something one should...

She stares and cries..oh what a sight The ring on her finger catches the light She closes her eyes and tries to forget What she had done, so full of regret Weeks ago she told him no That she didn't want him and had to go So how was she here in this awful dress Married and crying her life such a mess She remembers how she used to be Cheeky and fun the life of the party When they met he seemed so nice And she had wanted to...