We often seek answers
To questions
Which should have never been asked
Ever since Eve ate the apple
The world has been
Afflicted
With whats seen as knowledge
And the curse of Pandoras box
Unleashed upon the world
A ravishing hunger
To capture questions
That as ignorant humans
We should never control
What we call intellect
Is an overzealous need for power
And we mistake knowledge
For answers to the mundane
Life would be so much simpler
If curiosity wained
And we never
Began asking unnecessary questions
In the first place

When the wind works against us in the dark,  
And pelts with snow  
The lowest chamber window on the east,  
And whispers with a sort of stifled bark,  
The beast,
‘Come out! Come out!’—
It costs no inward struggle not to go,  
Ah, no!  
I count our strength,  
Two and a child,
Those of us not asleep subdued to mark  
How the cold creeps as the fire dies at length,—
How drifts are piled,  
Dooryard and road ungraded,  
Till even the comforting barn grows far away
And my heart owns a doubt  
Whether ’tis in us to arise with day  
And save ourselves unaided.

i learned
that my heart
is as large
as my fist,
but that
doesn't mean
that it is
as strong

Silence is the sound of wisdom
And as the wind died down
And nature slept
I listened
Silence spoke

Do not mistake the
verbose for intelligent
and do not be quick
to break the quietness.
For quiet often
what is missed
is that which lies
between the noises.

And I was quick
To apologize to Silence
Telling it
*You're all to often
Mistaken as awkward