No one knowing the silence of his life
outside the harmony of his voice.
Retreating from love, yet not a soul
has noticed what is going on right in
front of their eyes.
An event of quiet desperation never
being noticed, as tears fall silently
within his voice.
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Pictures even now, being hung with attention to concerted efforts as they are placed in sequences of undisclosed knowledge.
Kept sacred in secret chests of the soul.
Awakening rudeness climbing inwardly, taking it’s time to grow proportionately.
liveliness sitting in the parlor of yesterday.Proclaiming the anniversary of inner yearnings left over fromprevious years, allowing no time for eager avidness norunclaimed rhetoric, instead, waiting and watching uncheckedrudeness climbing still within me.Stepping aside, letting it pass, the journey of today continuesin silent fascination, unafraid of it’s choices and certain circumstances.
Wiping the dust off my feet as I walk away on green fields of grass.
Tenderly existing in sidelines of all of life’s expectant promises.Carrying on toward hopeful desires held in hearts of golden truths of love.
Shaking salt over wounds of yesterday, breaking them open again and again.
joy of yesterday.Hoping and wishing to go back in time, knowing it cannever happen, because reality is so true – so stark – you can’t get beyond it.Living through days of sorrow, grief pounding on my heartand mind, bringing reminders and traces of love to the forefront.
Lonely spirits, traipsing the aisles in church,
pious, holy people who were once inside every day.Sayings being spent in bygone days, no longerapplying to the rhetoric of today’s world.Lighting the matches of destiny as candlelightextinguishes itself in self-deprecating silence.
Falling inside out,
Skeptical as can be, knowing that lifeis ready to terminate my being.Gradually becoming a silence in theuniverse, too lonesome to care anymore.