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!!!
Sunrays slip silently through the branches
never rustling a single one
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Footnote: My muse.. a line in this poem by Patricia Joan Jones
https://www.postpoems.org/authors/patriciajj/poem/1099632#comment-527742
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.
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
The licence
To create something
To transform the earth
To leave something of worth
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
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
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.
Shout
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.