Beneath the calm, the storm brews... ...

I shall not get my umbrella out.
Stand in the rain I will

Stupidity? Maybe... ... but asses live happy lives.

I do so want to do something. Give me a voice.
Indeed, we may have a mouth, but not a voice.

People don't like to hear the truths. Truths are often ugly.

I want to jump into the rings of saturn,
slide past the cosmos
and through the over-arching Portals that herald my arrival.
Into the warmth that embraces...

In the deafening silence,
The great upheaval rampages, stomps on the covenant established in

the forgotten past.
I tear.

In thy wrinkled hands, the pope clutches the coveted sceptre.
Look into his pleading eyes.
It says: My dear archbishops, I need you.
Look beyond the concrete countenance,
into the weakness within.

There is so much we all want to say.

There is so much we can not say.

Ambiguity beckons
Solitude compels

I want to.

Give me a voice.

For now, I shall continue
To act in the eternal mime we are all trapped in.