Open the Vox

Open the Vox

Open the Vox

Comedy. Mysticism.

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The Unspoken Word

April 20, 2017

The art of language.
The written word.
Ideas on paper left unheard.
Sounds documented on cryptic letters.
As ideas presented seem to linger.
With the power to suck you in.
The writer now becomes your friend.

As emotions tug another string.
Amazing how words can pull you in.
and change your complete frame of mind.
By leaving past worlds behind.
Changing minds in changing times.
While keeping record of what’s left behind.

The Heart of the Midwest

April 6, 2017

As, I travel
down the road
I shall express
my experience
which is a feast!

Golden fields of wheat
ready for the harvest;
grey clouds of rain
from yesterdays storms
with blotches of-
red, orange and green
like that of
a Van Gough painting.

And, as I travel down
this long, straight
distant highway
I come across
many farm house islands
floating in a sea
of golden yellow wheat
with their Silo oasis
and big red barns.

I think to myself-
this is,
the heart of the Midwest
the heart of the Midwest
the heart of the Midwest.

Cosmic Strings

March 24, 2017

In order to unlock.

The secrets of the universe.

Think in terms of music.

For all of life is energy.

Held in place by frequency.

Vibrating through oscillation.

On tiny sub-anatomical strings.

I Opened the Vox

March 9, 2017

Standing here tonight on God’s green earth.
Thinking about death, rebirth.
I stare up at the moon so full
dreaming what existence beholds.

I cry out loud, “why does a creature that can land on the moon?
Have a brain that is so mentally fenced in?”

Its amazing how sounds become shackles.
Wars established at the sound of a noun.
Simple words destroying nouns like verbs.
The dictionary becomes our verbal warlord.

Then again, “I wield only a quill and seal
for the pen is mightier than the sword”.

I’d rather be martyred then censored
when my words speak of truth and wisdom.
I will not be mentally boxed in.
So, I can die in what I lived in.

“That why would a human being ever want to live jack in a boxed in?
when that’s what we’re buried in!”

So, I don’t hesitate without any rhyme or reason.
When, I methodically opened Pandora’s Box with quick precision.
From this curiosity sprang forth a new existence.
That changed my heart, mind and soul with its perfect rhythm.

So, now I must pray. – “I thank you, my soundly God the Great Vox.
For opening my eyes and ears to what’s inside and outside the box”.

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