Silent Echoes

By Reverend Carl Yount

The author takes readers on a journey and descent into a darker tale in epic poems

Reverend Carl Yount started upon a life on the road when working the carnival circuit starting at age fifteen. He traveled with a small outfit around western New York in the summer seasons, then taking off

• Language: English
• Publisher: URLink Print & Media, LLC
• Release date: Jan 20, 2021
• ISBN: 9781647536312

Reverend Carl Yount

Reverend Carl Yount transitioned from a period of earlier darkness to a lighter spirituality as his professional life evolved to work as a certified nursing assistant in nursing home dementia units. He also immersed himself in a continual journey of training on various theologies to appease his growing desire to embrace a life beholding to faith. This is seen in the transition of his writings to a lighter theme in spirituality. Over time, Reverend Carl has established an all faith ministry and balances this time between his passion and work at a pet cemetery and as a chaplain in a number of motorcycle organizations.

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Silent

Echoes

Reverend Carl Yount

Silent Echoes

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Published in the United States of America

Library of Congress Control Number: 2021900038

ISBN 978-1-64753-629-9 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64753-630-5 (Hardback)

ISBN 978-1-64753-631-2 (Digital)

08.12.20

CONTENTS

Angel Upon A Rainbow

Back To Back

Blind Child’s Quest

Dance Of The Scorpion

Death Walks Beside Me

Demons We Carry

The Hearth

The Noise

Walking Still

Wedding March

Can You

Death Steps

Death

The Final Cut

The Final Dream

The Last Man’s Sculpture

The Mad Poet’s Decree

The Maiden The Manling And The Beast

The Ship Of Demo’nc

What Care Have I

They’re Out There

The Game

The Dream

The Bride

Still Life

Rain

Look Into His Eyes

Dream Of Sleep

Cry In Silence

An Angel Rises

ANGEL UPON A RAINBOW

An angel came to me lovely as

      a beauty no man could see.

            She set upon a rainbow colorful and

            beauty bound.

A rainbow came to me lovely as

      a beauty no man could see.

            Set upon her was an angel colorful and

            beauty bound.

A angel sang a song that told of

      love and peace.

            A song of beauty,

            A song of harmony,

            A tempting song.

The rainbow in her subtle voice spoke

      of confusion and compassion,

            of need and desire.

            A beautiful voice was hers.

The angel jumped to dance to befall

      me a trance.

            Her loveliness coiled my soul,

            with a need to hold me.

The rainbow sat firm and held out her hand

      to touch me,

            but still confessed her love,

            twisted my confusion.

The angel turned to fly but earth bound fell

      into a pool of tears,

            and I look to see her

            broken wings.

The rainbow looked to me and though we

      seemed to reach out to each other,

            the poets word bond us

                  Apart–-

                  And so I feel the death

                  of the angel, and desire,

                  The love of the rainbow.

BACK TO BACK

We are two of one kind, wanting love to share, wanting some one to hold. Wishing for someone to be with when the dawn sets.

Our hearts are torn and bloodied by those we let hold them in time past. And now rid of them we curl in our corners, scared and weakened by those who are not us.

But now we meet in the center of the room and are two of one kind, (both scared, both lonely) but what are we fearing, why are we alone even when we are together, yes together in the middle of the room!

In the middle of a room, apart from their world, a world not our own but theirs. And now I know what we fear most of this place, it is not them, but us. For we meet eye to eye but stand back to back, afraid that if we turn around we will never see each other AGAIN!!!

BLIND CHILD’S QUEST

"In the nucleus

of the sky

look to see

the serpent’s eye

Tint of yellow

black and