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SHOULD SHAKESPEARE AND THE BIBLE BE REQUIRED READING IN EVERY LAW SCHOOL AND BUSINESS SCHOOL?? BRING BACK THE GREAT BOOKS!! |
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THE MOST PERFECT SILENCE
I know where the most perfect silence is,
Seen it in the wild blue off Hatteras,
A mile out, rainbowed sails in silent bliss,
Looked like they'd collide, but they safely passed.
I know when the most perfect silence is,
Down a dusty Ohio road, high noon,
No shirt on, being burned by the sun's kiss,
Sixteen, takin' my time-- it was still June.
I know what the most perfect silence is,
It's what we say when falling out of love,
It roars and thunders right through the kiss,
Says all that no words can ever speak of.
I know why the most perfect silence is,
It is there for the whisper to be born,
The whisper in her ear became the kiss,
Just a dream in DC early one morn.
I know who the perfect silence is for,
It is for the ones whom we love the best,
It is there to protect them from our core,
By the silent trust we all seek to rest.
And I know how rare that silence can be,
With everyone talkin', it's hard to hear,
But I know I felt it, on the streets of DC,
The sound in her eyes-- it was crystal clear.
And it brought back to mind the rainbowed sails,
And the way it looked like they would collide,
Like two souls set upon fate's iron rails,
But the most perfect silence never died.
--Drake Raft
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<jollyrogership@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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http://shakespearefourms.com
http://classicalmba.com
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THE MOST PERFECT SILENCE
I know where the most perfect silence is,
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31 Jul 2005 08:10:04 PM |
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On 31 Jul 2005 07:48:43 -0700, wrote:
For a well-rounded education, everyone who speaks English should be
acquainted with the works of Shakespeare, and all people would benefit
from an awareness of the contents of the texts of the more common
religions, but neither topic is appropriate for the curriculum of
either Law or Business school.
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"This is how liberty dies: with thunderous applause"
- Padme Amidala, Episode III
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What're The Top Ten Conservative Rock & Country Bands/Performers of All
Time (other than Shakespeare)??
1. Toby Keith (we'll put a boot in their *****...)
2. Kid Rock (woudn't go see Farenheight 911 with Puff Daddy: Supports
the troops on USO tours!!!)
3. Elvis
4. Guns 'n' Roses
5. Metallica (Napster hearings)
6. Dixie Chicks (kidding!!!)
7. Quiet Riot
8. Snoop Dogg (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
9. Russel Crowe's Band
10. The Pretenders (Rush Limbaugh's theme song)
11. KISS (Geme Simmons is a huge Bush fan)
From: http://jollyrogerwest.com/show thread.php?p=1701#post1701
Support the troops!!!
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Join the renaissance!!
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http://jollyroger.com
Postmodern liberalism had won the day, but as a fundamentally
secular-materialist philosophy, that was all that it had ever sought,
and tomorrow shall belong to the classics. For however fun the
postmodern era was, I don't think we'll be making a tradition out
of it. Political rhetoric is soon forgotten, while poetry is that which
endures.
We figured the best way to communicate our exalted vision would be to
combine the cutting-edge technology with the exact same literary
devices used by the sages of all ages. We'd use the common language
and the colloquial to sign sailors aboard, and we'd endow the poetry
at jollyroger.com with rhyme and meter. Whispering reason is far louder
than pompous pedantry, just as poetry is far more adept at winning a
girl's heart than polemics. The greatest writers had adorned their
works not with thesauruses, but with wit. If a preacher knows something
of poetry, then we'll listen, for they must know that deeper meaning
behind the sacred scripture-that law and order exist to protect
beauty's fundamental freedom.
A contemporary literary renaissance presents itself as a formidable
task-one cannot do it alone. For the fashionable relativists are
right in that truth and custom must have an appropriate societal
context within which to exist. And the concurrent relativistic societal
context, fortified with the entrenched prejudices of a maturing,
tenured generation that ushered in a Dionysian revolution via the
pre-internet electronic media, along with a plethora of ideological
"isms" to replace God's simple grace, coupled with a fading popular
culture centered about the printed word and an enforced cynicism
amongst a generation who for the most part only know of the Greats in
their deconstructed, corrupted form, makes the Apollonian renaissance
that jollyroger.com's sailing towards seem all but unreachable.
But then again, as the ancients noted, "post tenebras lux." After
darkness light. Just as God and the Greats originally sprang forth in
tradition's void, so it is that they might be born again in the midst
of a deconstructed culture. For poetry, religion, and romance are
sought by the immortal parts of all souls, and they never have greater
cause to be than when they are not. In the long run, without Truth men
cannot have those possessions most coveted by all deeper
souls-meaning and freedom. With this bold vision and humble hope,
jollyroger.com has set out to resurrect a classical context.
Though jollyroger.com's destination is pristine, the voyage has not
always been and will not always be so. It is a wonderful time to be
alive for the author and entrepreneur, with abundant wealth and
opportunity being fostered by the internet revolution, but even so, it
is a sobering mission to be called upon to serve poetry. For there are
those powerful elite today, and their ambitious disciples, who so
vehemently oppose the first Two Amendments of the United States
Constitution, who have it as their mission to prevent the honest from
lifting those pens which are mightier than the sword.
Neither Wall Street nor the postmodern academy nor publishing
industry-the iron triangle-will invest time nor money nor faith in
a renaissance, but that is OK, as a renaissance has little use for
money, and eternity's time will do just fine. Wall Street prudently
considers the poetry of a cultural renaissance a financial risk in
today's cultural conditions, while the academic MFA postmodernists
consider it a dire threat, and the corporate conglomerates of the
publishing industry have one foot in either camp. But we foresee the
dawn of a new era, wherein those who join in serving and enlightening
the public with the classical sentiments will profit immensely, both
spiritually and monetarily. It is time for a sea change, matey, and
time for the poetry to rhyme once again.
There have been and there are yet to be cruel nights out there in the
postmodern fog, where the Good Ship will seem all but lost, and where
the winds of elite and popular opinion will rage and blow in
opposition, while the critic's cannons blaze away with all the fury
of an MFA scorned. But such is the rugged nature of all greater
adventures, and as of late the seaward signs suggest that the wind is
shifting towards a more favorable direction.
Where men are yet free, they must have poetry equal to that freedom,
and where men yet have poetry, they must be free. Thus exalted poetry
is worth fighting for, and too, these are the reasons why those who
serve the darker powers shall always oppose pristine poetry. The
relativist's favorite tactic in cultural warfare is to redefine
sacred institutions as degraded, corrupted, political entities, from
poetry to the Presidency, until it appears that there is nothing to
defend, until only the dishonorable seem fit to slouch towards office.
Thus they win the war by convincing the common man that there is no war
to be fought, by deconstructing honor and chivalry, by proclaiming
poetry to be no more than politics, by teaching that Presidents were
always corrupt and will always be corrupt, and then enforcing their
dismal science throughout the culture. They deconstruct God and appoint
their friends to all the newly-minted bureaucracies which seek to
overrule His Decree, and which exacerbate the problems they seek to
solve, thereby providing coveted opportunities for more taxation, more
government programs, and more bureaucracy. With a snide smile they call
it irony and cynicism as they benefit in the shadows of the postmodern
fog, but we see it as something much darker than that, as their methods
rebel against God's Will.
Jefferson once stated that from time to time freedom's fields must be
fertilized with the blood of Tyrants and Patriots, and thus in order to
defend the profound prose of this renaissance, treacherous battles
shall be waged against the ferocious prejudices of pedants and
postmodernists for the right to write, publish, and disseminate poetry
written with words that rhyme and mean things. Postmodernists consider
the rhyming truth's shining light a violent assault upon their fogged
territory, and they will fight back viciously according to their
fundamental rules, which state that there are none but for what they
feel. A tyranny of liberal thought exists in the contemporary
publishing and academic industries, which is equal parts ignorance and
resentment, and which may best be defeated by light and truth rendered
with poetry and humor. God's Patriots must learn these gentle ways of
war.
Though these words will not be directly censored, pristine poetry may
be effectively banned by the erosion of the context which supports
it-when pornography is published, the sacred is censored. The Great
Books have been banned far more often by ignorance than by law. Many in
my generation shall never hear this melody as it's drowned out in the
base pounding bass of this week's corporate rock'n'roll, but it
shall be their loss, and not the words'. While we feel sympathy for
the cultural conformists lost in the apathy and cynicism of the
swirling fog, we nevertheless believe that as individuals it is
ultimately their choice, and may God help them find the Better Way. To
those who have, more shall be given, and to those who have not, even
that shall be taken away. May God inspire their moral imaginations to
dream beyond the gray on gray that has come to define their indifferent
universe, wherein spurious definitions of irony have become their
bigoted religion.
Postmodernists know that in order to defend their arbitrary power
structure, where exalted critics wield influence by hyping the value of
degraded literary works, they must defend to the death their
deconstructed context. They have learned that as long as the common
water source is poisoned with their politics, nothing will be allowed
to grow upon the private property of our souls but for barren cynicism.
They know that were the fog to break, the ideals of fidelity, honor,
and lasting romance would begin to blossom in the rising generation's
spirits. As the powerful architects of contemporary corruption, they
must disparage and destroy all who do not ultimately agree that black
is white and white is black, and thus noble romance and honest
innocence are their dire enemies.
The greatest postmodernists have never been the most beautiful nor
talented nor honest-they have ever been those with the least to lose
in the absence of beauty's truth and truth's beauty. Having little
in the way of the fundamental decencies and Natural private property,
as relativist critics they seek to gain by deconstructing others'
private property. And eventually there comes a time when there is
nothing left to deconstruct, but for the true living poets, who shall
be invincibly wicked in seeking vengeance for the razing of their
spiritual heritage and the cold-blooded murders of their cultural
fathers. So it is that the entire postmodern army of deans, agents,
editors, critics, and publishers today fear a lone poet by the name of
Drake Raft. For last night I saw his ghost in midtown Manhattan,
crossing Madison Avenue in cowboy boots, with his hat's brim hiding
his eyes.
Convoluted ironies and swirling vortexes will be encountered on the
high seas of postmodern culture, wherein it will yet once more be
observed that institutions which purport to cherish and transmit the
truth can easily be turned right around in the fog and become those
entities which most oppose it. As it must take an honest stand before
reality, some of the poetry and prose contained herein details the more
macabre customs particular to this generation, raised in the jaded wake
of free love, a declining reverence for the eternal soul, the
crassification of the popular cultural and political arena, and the
spiritual casualties of abortion.
At times aboard the decks of jollyroger.com, we peered a bit too deeply
into the fog's void, and as it looked back into us, we learned
firsthand how postmodern cynicism may breed the most powerful
enemy-one's very own conscience. For even when a man has slain all
the external demons, often the battle is only beginning, and never has
the enemy within known a better ally than postmodern relativism. We
kind of know where a lot of the postmodern priests are coming from. We
were in a grunge band and all that-we saw what the theories sung from
the secular pulpits on high could do to the souls of one's friends,
and we lost more than a few friends at the edge-to the classic
clich=E9s of drinking and drugs, to the all-out pursuit of the material
high, to a few too many girls, and to the
Freudian-Darwinian-Nietzschean cynicism that God is no more than a
myth, and that we're no more than random chemical reactions, sans
intrinsic nor extrinsic meaning. Alas, without faith they joined the
living dead. Raised in the gray void sans tradition nor religion, they
never could discern the very grayness of the void, and so certain of
postmodern indifference, they were convinced that the eternal soul did
not exist, and they sold out for nothing at all. Such is the arrogance
of the small mind which never knows a context greater than itself, and
though conscious, never apprehends conscience.
We'd tasted that pseudo-scientific-secular atheism as physics majors
at Princeton, and we'll tell you that it was a natural faith in
something greater that saved us-wherefrom we also learned that virtue
is not to be found within revenge, but rather it is to be gained by
forgiving one's enemies. Never shall one prevail against the darkness
by answering with darkness, but only by lighting a light. We bear the
postmodern oligarchy and army-the deans, editors, professors,
lifetime politicians, cultural czars, MFA officials, professional
administrators, and all their eager students of decline-no malice,
but we only wish to inspire a literary movement that will grant the
children something greater than was given our generation.
This renaissance is by no means a generational war, but rather it's a
generational peace, as classics are written for all generations. It is
a recent marketing myth which ordains that every fifteen minutes the
new generation must be different (consume different things) from the
preceding one, for there is no difference in the continuum of eternal
souls. Justice is justice is justice, as it has always been, and as it
shall always be. By no means are the boomers in general to be held
responsible for postmodernism's obligatory cynicism, for I sense that
most of them are on our side, such as my mother and father, and the
high school teachers back in Ohio, who were humble before Shakespeare
and taught him by setting his words free within our souls.
And never forget-no matter what postmodernism's fading oligarchy
ordains, they cannot keep young poets from enjoying aesthetic freedom.
They can degrade the romantic to no end, assaulting the ideals of
pristine femininity and noble masculinity in the greater culture, but
young lovers' hearts belong to God alone, and the poetry of this
renaissance shall blossom in their souls. For I saw it in her deep
brown eyes just last night, walking the streets of Davidson, North
Carolina. If ye manage to keep objectivity's even keel-as our
conscientious teachers and parents did-knowing that the Greats are
yer crew members and God is the captain, then the eternal treasures at
jollyroger.com shall be yers for the keeping.
Poets are the fundamental leaders of all cultural transitions, and all
noble leaders must begin by voyaging beyond the contemporary in their
dreams, on towards the higher ideals; and from these spiritual
pinnacles they can hope to appeal to the better angels of human nature.
Fortune and chance play a decisive role in setting the stage, but once
set, all those who follow the call to set the truth down in words
proceed by creative endeavor and luck, on towards the same immutable,
classical elements that all poets and prophets have ever sought. Though
ye might sometimes feel yer walking the straight and narrow alone, know
ye that this voyage is eternity's most popular journey amongst the
Greats, and thus yer always in good company.
We were fortunate in that we began harboring dreams of a literary
renaissance at the dawn of the internet revolution, and too, we were
fortunate to be living in beautiful North Carolina, where we could meld
the natural romance emanating from places like Kill Devil Hill and
Chapel Hill and Boone, and the majestic lighthouses and mountains-all
reaching for the Carolina blue skies-into the jollyroger.com aura.
And the power and fury of September's hurricanes always served to
remind us of beauty's fundamental fragility.
Join the renaissance!!
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http://jollyroger.com
http://jollyrogerwest.com
The arts require a vast infrastructure.
Movies require ten times as much.
You need the distribution before you can get the money to make the
movie.
You need the movie before you can line up the distribution.
You need the critics, publicists, agents, editors, and expertise.
You need the schools and teachers. The workshops and community.
But first you need a screenwriter. And a novel with the story for the
screenwriter to adapt.
The pomo liberal mindset owns the contemporary arts infrastructure
169%. They own the MFA programs where millions of novels are penned
each year, and where millions of novels are hyped with tax, tuition,
and student loan dollars, resulting in less people reading novels. But
still, one or two of those novels make their way to Hollywood via the
nepotistic ivy-leauge MFA network, and they are adapted into films,
resulting in less people going to the movies. And still, the NYT grants
rave reviews to the novels and movies, resulting in less people reading
the NYT.
And the liberals gather together and scream, "we need more arts
funding!"
The conservative arts renaissance is underway.
A fellowship is being formed.
We've got to get this ring to Mordor.
And just as the Elves, Hobbits, Dwarves, and Men sometimes had trouble
working together, we conservatives, because we navigate by deep-down
Truths as opposed to lock-stepping Orcish propaganda, sometimes have
trouble getting that fellowship together. We can be gruff. We can
believe in things greater than ourselves. We'll charge Hell with a
bucket of water, should the Devil slight us.
But once that fellowship is formed, the bonds having been forged in
deeper Truth, we'll witness a Hollywood reanissance.
Conservatives are Hollywood's best friends.
If you want a blockbuster, where do you turn?
To C.S. Lewis, J.R.R Tolkien, and Mel Gibson? Or to Ben Affleck, Sean
Penn, and Michael Moore?
Braveheart, Gladiator, and Jose Wales, or Kingdom of Heaven, Alexander,
and Troy?
A lot of the conservative nobility has been reluctant to support young
conservatives seeking a renaissance. Like the Scottish nobility in
Braveheart, they are content with their fiefdoms of criticism and their
sacred invitations to open night showings of Gigli and Kingdom of
Heaven. "Tut tut," they blog from inside the beltway, "there's
no need ruffle the feathers with a renaissance-after all C.S. Lewis,
Russell Kirk, and Tolkien didn't die that long ago. What need do we
have to foster and encourage more conservative writers? They will come
of thier own-let the Great Books be banished from the universities
and schools-they don't fund our think tanks, so what good are they?
What need do we have for conservative schools of film and art? Besides,
what would a renaissance leave us to criticize? There is no need to
create culture to win the culture. T.S. Eliot would have been far more
influential had he concentrated on policy rather than poetry."
So rock on every conservative who picks up a pen. We salute you. Rock
on to every conservative artist who's blogging, writing screenplays,
and picking up those new HD cameras.
A huge rock on to every conservative who has devoted time and energy to
launching a film festival at this early stage in the game.
A film festival is far more than just that. It is a huge networking
event.
It is the subterranean, fundamental foundation for tomorrow's
directors, distributors, and movies.
Long live the Fellowships that Are Being Formed!!
http://jollyroger.com
http://jollyrogerwest.com
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http://jollyrogerwest.com (THE NEW FASHION IS ETERNITY)
As all noble actions are preceded by thoughts, and all thoughts
reside in words, so it is that our freedom, character, and divine sense
of meaning derive from language and literature. The Gospel of John
presents a brief history of God's aspect and language, which are
forever wedded:
In the beginning was the Word, and
the Word was With God, and the Word was God.
The same was in the beginning with God.
And having stated thus, I cannot forget that the truest definition
of poetry is poetry herself, which remains the ungraspable phantom of
life-- the White Whale itself, immortal, immutable, and superior to
both the artist and critic, ultimately inaccessible, even to those who
created it:
Against long, dark clouds like a lonely torch,
A misty light, a late May misty night,
We hopped the fence, had a seat on the porch,
The windswept spray haloed the sweeping light,
She told me stories from the years before,
When they saw ghosts dancing within the waves,
Some friends on a blanket, down on the shore,
Watched the phantoms rise from their watery graves.
How beautiful she was, for I could see,
A sense of that profound romantic high,
We shared the wild mystery of the sea,
Knowing deep down all else would someday die.
The storm blew in upon the wicked wind,
Elements had never been more alive,
On nights like those are forged the ties that bind,
When in the black ye see a light yet strive.
Against long dark clouds like a lonely torch,
I found myself ten years on down the road,
In a culture with little left to scorch,
And I recalled how the thunder did explode,
I remembered the way the wind did howl,
How the sea roared with all inequities,
And yet the beacon gave no avowal,
A solemn sentinel above capricious seas.
A misty light, a late May misty night,
I find myself there, holding Misty tight.
It turned out the Corolla Light was locked, so what we did instead
was we sat in some old rocking chairs on the front porch of this quaint
little house beside the lighthouse. It was the gift shop, I could tell,
for I could see all the racks with the postcards and miniature
lighthouses and books on Blackbeard. They'd just found Blackbeard's
ship about eighty miles on down the coast, just off of Wilmington. And
there, on the windowsill, somebody had left a copy of Moby *****. It was
a big old hardback edition, and as the gusts of wind swirled in under
the awning, they flipped the pages back and forth, back and forth, as
if some ghost was searching for the one portentious passage that alone
contained the words which so beautifully expressed the moment's somber
sentiments-- the humble, profound feeling that precedes a spring storm
blowing in off the Atlantic.
Now I'd never been all that good at small talk, and it didn't
help too much that this was sort of a first date. So in a way Herman
Melville came to my rescue on that night, just as he would, time and
again, with words that filled a contemporary void, echoing the subtler,
unheralded beauty, providing a literary beacon by which to navigate
through life as aspiring classical poets. Moby ***** became a literary
bible for Drake, Elliot, and I, as we saw ourselves as the captain of
the Pequod, being called upon to avenge the deposed Greats and the
honor, nobility, and pride of Generation X.
Moby ***** was a tragic record of the harshness and indifference
of the baser natural and human elements, which are utterly immune
towards the greater glory of all rhyming contemplations, just like
David Geffen and Time Warner. And we took it to be a motif for the
modern reality of young artists coming of age in this postmodern fog,
surrounded by the intellectually indifferent, amoral, ambitious
university presidents, editors, publishers, and professors. The
classical traits, such as honor, honesty, humility, prudence, and
integrity had been cast overboard along with the classical literature.
The abstract structure of the culture and the old, traditional,
time-honored rules had been deemed an obstacle by the rising
resentniks, for the Truth contained therein got in the way of their
politics. Forever be it known that there is a difference between Truth
and Politics, and that good Politics is that which humbles itself
before the Truth. Thus the postmodern liberals performed a most wicked
crime upon the culture and future generations. They deconstructed the
Western heritage, removed God from the center and circumference of the
universe, and replaced Him with fringe feminists, economic indicators,
multiculturalists, and marketing executives, just to make sure the
transition looked cool.
http://jollyroger.com/penpals (USMC PENPALS!!)
http://jollyrogerwest.com
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31 Jul 2005 09:56:12 AM |
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Why not Harry Potter, Grimes Fairy Tales and The Wizard of OZ?
<jollyrogership@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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http://shakespearefourms.com
http://classicalmba.com
http://jollyroger.com
THE MOST PERFECT SILENCE
I know where the most perfect silence is,
Seen it in the wild blue off Hatteras,
A mile out, rainbowed sails in silent bliss,
Looked like they'd collide, but they safely passed.
I know when the most perfect silence is,
Down a dusty Ohio road, high noon,
No shirt on, being burned by the sun's kiss,
Sixteen, takin' my time-- it was still June.
I know what the most perfect silence is,
It's what we say when falling out of love,
It roars and thunders right through the kiss,
Says all that no words can ever speak of.
I know why the most perfect silence is,
It is there for the whisper to be born,
The whisper in her ear became the kiss,
Just a dream in DC early one morn.
I know who the perfect silence is for,
It is for the ones whom we love the best,
It is there to protect them from our core,
By the silent trust we all seek to rest.
And I know how rare that silence can be,
With everyone talkin', it's hard to hear,
But I know I felt it, on the streets of DC,
The sound in her eyes-- it was crystal clear.
And it brought back to mind the rainbowed sails,
And the way it looked like they would collide,
Like two souls set upon fate's iron rails,
But the most perfect silence never died.
--Drake Raft
http://shakespearefourms.com
http://classicalmba.com
http://jollyroger.com
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"Bill" <wmech@bellsouth.net> wrote in message
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Why not Harry Potter, Grimes Fairy Tales and The Wizard of OZ?
...and "The Punishment Of Dirty Dotty"!
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THE MOST PERFECT SILENCE
I know where the most perfect silence is,
Seen it in the wild blue off Hatteras,
A mile out, rainbowed sails in silent bliss,
Looked like they'd collide, but they safely passed.
I know when the most perfect silence is,
Down a dusty Ohio road, high noon,
No shirt on, being burned by the sun's kiss,
Sixteen, takin' my time-- it was still June.
I know what the most perfect silence is,
It's what we say when falling out of love,
It roars and thunders right through the kiss,
Says all that no words can ever speak of.
I know why the most perfect silence is,
It is there for the whisper to be born,
The whisper in her ear became the kiss,
Just a dream in DC early one morn.
I know who the perfect silence is for,
It is for the ones whom we love the best,
It is there to protect them from our core,
By the silent trust we all seek to rest.
And I know how rare that silence can be,
With everyone talkin', it's hard to hear,
But I know I felt it, on the streets of DC,
The sound in her eyes-- it was crystal clear.
And it brought back to mind the rainbowed sails,
And the way it looked like they would collide,
Like two souls set upon fate's iron rails,
But the most perfect silence never died.
--Drake Raft
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