No Silence …

No Silence …

Often long legacies

gets tainted by few,

as their motives

are stronger than

their own business.


Yet, their deafening gossips

makes room to cause, 

pain in the ears and heart.

However, judging-one (Curator)

gets blindfolded by the facts,

and, let you pay through the nose.


By no means yourself can

stand for Litmus test,

until you break the silence,

as the damage from other end

 gets unstoppable!!!

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Slipping Through



Sunrays slip silently through the branches

never rustling a single one



Footnote: My muse.. a line in this poem by Patricia Joan Jones

The Angels of Hawksbill Mountain

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The Silence

His kiss was vacant 

His stare drew ice from her veins 

That no warmth pleaded could melt away 

And she knew now how he felt 

When she fucked him and walked away

Because love hurt more than she could say 

Because his touch was where she wanted to stay

And when he asked her why she left

the tender words would not come   

She flit about like a bird with a broken wing 

Too angry pecking eyes out to sing

To his tune, Because his love left her cold aeons ago 

And she could not unremember it. 

And while the fractures of his frozen heart  fell,

Hers had melted into a boiling pot of pain & despair 

She found love 

But the words would not come 

Unanswered he left before she was done 

He tried to say, but his words would not come 

And the tragedy is, that if they were really listening...

Neither one needed to say anything at all.


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Nothing but a Fable

Happily ever after doesn’t exist.

Not when people like you also exist.

I bought myself a new suit of armor so you don’t drive another knife in my back.

I told the vendor to hold the stallion because human legs were never for aesthetic purposes.


I wanted to walk the face of the Earth with you using my own.

We would’ve walked more than a thousand miles together to chase the sun and avoid the night.

And I never needed to worry about my tired legs.

They built up a tolerance from walking in the coastal sand and helping me keep up with dirty dishes.


I told you about my demons and how quickly I am to care when I’m shown an act of kindness.

Mother always lectured me that no matter how small they may be, they are never in vain.

But there is such a thing as being too kind. There is such a thing as temptation.

The best of us cave in once, twice, or maybe more than that when we write in our diaries.


You were like such a book to me and I trusted you, but never did I expect that you’d defile my soul

By persuading me to partake in activities that I would never in my right mind do.

I should have recalled the fable of a girl who trusted a poltergeist that haunted a similar diary.

Had I not flee the moment I saw your true character, I would have joined her in death.


Looking back, I understand that diaries are the keys to starting fires and turning innocents into fugitives.

You can try with all your might to pry my mouth open to get me to spill any more beans

But my lips are staying sealed because I know who you really are and I finally learned my lesson.

You never exposed me. You only leaked a chapter that was part of a book you never read.


So why bother showing it to you knowing that my real friends and family will be endangered as well?

I know that a deluded man gambled away so much ammo to the vipers that he became a trainwreck.

I swear on my recurring nightmares that any answers to your questions will be used against me.

Truth and justice is a concept invented by people and after all, people do make mistakes.


God bless the right to remain silent.

Because even the condemned understand that its value supersedes a vault of gold

That the draconian blackjack dealers steal from the poor that desire to play with them.

Where was Robin Hood when I needed him most?


Flash forward to a single year and I’m now twenty-five with an art degree in hand.

I’ve spent all that time studying my ass off and avoiding the vipers that plague my past.

I was with my true friends who never give a shit about your deceit when I realized I never needed you.

Preparing for financial exams under the tutelage of a bright mathematician was like you never existed.


So the next time you see me, I won’t grovel on the pavement begging you to take me back.

Instead, I’ll look the other way and French kiss my new admirer in front of you.

Just to let you know that I changed for the better and you missed out on the life we could’ve had.

I am fortunate to understand that your absence last summer turned out to be a blessing in disguise.


I dare you to call me an idiot again!

I dare you to call me a chicken!

I dare you to say that I’m going down

While you hide behind the blackjack dealers that love you for show!


There’s always someone out there willing to give you a taste of your own medicine anyway.

How did it feel when even Discordia didn’t want anything to do with you?

Was it salty and sour like your attitude and your deceit?

Cavities caused by the consumption of these candies are a pain for dentists to fill.


And just like that, you disappeared from the face of the Earth again. Hopefully, for good this time.

You can erase your identity from the world, but you cannot erase the marks your venom left behind.

You may still be on my mind from time to time, but I don’t see you in a virtuous light anymore.

You are nothing but a fable.

Silence [Fiverse: Poem of Five Lines]


The licence

To create something

To transform the earth


To leave something of worth

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World's Silence

Watch the world fall silent
A lonely sound
To echo across
The open ground
Let the poor hear it
And the rich feel it
Let the living miss it
And the dead have it

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A thought to those that are on the cusp

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Thoughts On Natural Solitude

As I walk through forests

Dark and deep

I notice the song therein

Birds in their nests

Joyously welcoming their newborns

Foxes padding quietly to their dens

Squirrels barking and playing like children


I often stop and fall silent

Away from the illusion

Of control and importance

We create in our world


Here, I belong

Here, I'm not all-important

There is a peacefulness

That creeps into my soul

And douses the painful fires

Of self that I let burn hot


Walking through the trees

Listening to the softly falling rain

Just to live, to Be

Not as nature's conqueror

But as a spectator in a beautiful world

To stand alone in silence

To contemplate, I AM

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Silence, like a cancer grows

Silence, like a cancer grows

By jfarrell


(“sounds of silence” by simon and garfunkel, one of the best songs ever written)


You have one of them friends, don’t you?

No particular reason,

But you haven’t spoken to them in ages;

And you don’t have time now.


It could even be a family member;

But, you don’t have time now.

So, more time passes

And you still don’t speak, can’t find the time.


And now, so much time has passed

It feels an insult to speak to them;

It’s been weeks, months….. oh, wow, years;

Getting in touch now, would be a shock.


After all this time, though once so close,

You are now strangers;

Keep talking - now, today.

Don’t let cancerous silence keep you apart.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

hello darkness, my old friend, i've come to talk to you again

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By jfarrell


I shout a lot;

At the radio, at my cats

At myself.


There hasn’t been anyone to talk to

For a very long time,

So, I shout at my radio.


In my isolation

I shout, just so I can hear me

Because the silence is deafening.


Unspoken conversations run through my head

With real people;

Real people ignorant of my existence.


I watch people

Yap, yap, yap,

All day long.


I may not talk to people;

But, what I see,

Other people don’t talk to each other either;


They just yap, yap, yap;

Shouting at my radio

Probably makes for a better conversation.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

is talking to other people nice, or is it just yap, yap, yap?