Hi

I have no idea who originally wrote this, it's from the start of a BBC1 "Essential Mix" from 9th of June, 2001. It's just a sample. There's two other copies of this online piece that I can find, but they are both badly formatted as paragraphs and not as stanzas. Ick.

If I can work out the author I will attribute it, the main purpose of my putting it online here is so I can link people to it

I'm guessing it has been transcribed from an audio file. Spelling errors are theirs, although I have tried to correct any I noticed.

Formatting is mine, I am guessing this is how it is meant to be formatted.

Poetry: unknown, but I think it is great.

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It's quiet now, and as I think my thoughts alone,
I try to keep my head straight but I think I'm too far gone.
for in this silence, the truth rings even louder,
a constant grinding, begging recognition of it's power.
Through it's eyes I take the trip, destiny: THE PLACE
(of pain and pleasure absolute, where sorrow has a face)
a place of time where spirit,
asked to stand and hold it's ground,
has lost it's equilibrium and is slowly sinking down.

Down into the darkness that the lack of will affords,
down into the shadows, past the junkies, past the whores.
Down into the mire, suffocating all that lives,
but if I say "I care" I lie, for I have no more left to give.
Well I suppose a hand would help. Oh yeah, there's no one here.
Guess that's what I wanted, once again my greatest fear.
I just long to hear a bird's song, just to let me know there's light,
for as we all know a song bird never sings it's song at night.

but it's quiet now.

A thought (a subtle image) comes creeping round again.
a vision, clear as day, projects unto my lens.
With my little heart I often hope for once, all hope's not lost...
But even as I try I find the truth demands a cost.
Exacted from my soul (my only means of recompense).
Taken as a toll, for even knowledge charges rent.
Removed from me without consent, I've now a hole to fill,
compounded by the fact that I hear the grinding still.
The darkness sure and silent holds fast beyond my reach.
A ray of light has not a chance, the shadows can't be breached.
A fight ensues and all is waged until the end has come
a battle to the death pits the father against his son.
What now? I ask the guide, of this, my final fate
as I'm led into the cell, I hear the closing of the gate.
The silence I once feared, has passed my final end
and the silence I once hated has become my only friend,
again.

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