When there's no one near
An honest companion is
The noise of our world
Money changes hands
Smoke corrupts the hazy sky
Death plays with his scythe
Killing is the game
We do it better than all
But then we all die
Solitude gives gifts
Of honest, tranquil moments
That caress the soul
The sun’s light reflects
On the face of a full moon
Lighting up the night
The noise of our lives:
A sonic gift from ourselves
To ourselves each day
The sound of a door
It is good to find beauty
In mundane noises
Better to be mad
Than to live by common sense
That common conceit
In discarding noise
When listening with one’s ears
One discards the truth
A patient cries out
In a mental asylum
And the walls answer
Engines roar loudly
On crowded expressway lanes
Humanity’s swan song
Colorful sunsets
Are enhanced by pollutants
Terrible beauty!
In mid-winter’s grasp
All life comes to a standstill
Even fear is gone
Pointed iron gates
They surround the man's estate
To keep him inside
Sight sees it's own eye
Is the eye the origin?
Or is sight the seer?
Dead bird on my lawn
It flew, but then it fell down
Blood frozen in snow
God created noise
Then man came up with music
Organizing noise.
When you’re alone
No one judges or chides you
except for yourself.
Conversing voices
The clinking of plates and glass
In a restaurant