Whistling And Ringing Poem by Daegonius Bonapartea

What sense would it make of what I say write relay speak type or yell
For no matter what it is I say no one can really tell
Do you hear that ringing in my ear it sounds like a chingling bell
The sound of knowledge the sound of truth the sound that that I shall die soon
It continues to repeat that sound over and over again all in my head you say bah That's Probably what you said coming out of your mother's womb
A bell in my ears and wind in yours ringing insanity through mine and peace through yours
So what does it matter what an opposite being says to the common when one hears ringing and another whistling?
Is it something peculiar that I hear something that no one else does and that you hear something so common that if you heard this bell you could never really summon the idea that will he fall over this incomprehensible rail
Oh dear I cannot tell
It is ironic though isn't it how I am the bell ringing your ears to me and you are that wind whistling back at me when really That's all life is
A ringing and a whistling
A bell that consumes a gust of wind just to have sanity.......