Silence

Seek silence and you will find yourself-

Shouting out among mute minds

Who drown you out

Without a word…

 

Bled-for Men

Light bleeds through the bloody leaves of the bloody trees,

Bloodied by the blood of men 

Who bled for men not themselves

Who bled for men who could not stand the sight of blood

Yet could stand atop freshly-blood soaked start

And with crimson hand on beating hearts echo

Words not theirs; “Never again.” –

So that public anger may wane

Through the use of polished platitudes.

So that silence could reign as king

In the forests of the forgotten –

So that they, the bled-for men might be fed and fed

While the bloodied bodies of silenced men

Lay there –

Dead and dead.

Unsung

Silence falls,

Near a graffitied grave –

Still unread…

Revelations Of Revelations

The hum of silence haunts me.

And odd serene subtlety…

Imagined impossibility,

Gaps between voices of thee-

An unseen unending epiphany-

Revelations of revelations!

Revelations of revolutions-

Revolutions of revolutions!

So strange to hear silence,

Partial partialities-

Preferential treatment of my senses-

A mind taking over itself…

The Queen Of Hearts

A dreary dismal darkness dankens my diminishing daylight.
I can not gasp to breathe, a friend is now an ironic foe.
Silence overcomes me, my lips as dry as crinkled autumn leaves.
A great confidence replaced with fearless bitterness.
Did you ever exist, did we?
Or was there only you and me, did we never speak?
The bond is broke, the clasp is loose.
Youth overtook me, on a trek through my being,
You joined me in this ridiculously ambitious pursuit.
What happened?…
Back to reality.
I drop a deck of cards, I watch the falling suits,
Clubs, Hearts, Diamonds, Spades.
They whisper of a lost nights fate,
Of the Queen of hearts.
Who had my heart, who gave me a lock of dawn.
A clubbed heart, battered and bruised,
A diamond spade is still a spade,
Useless for anything but digging a hole.
Made of priceless worth, moulded into less than it’s potential.
Is this you?
Is this me?
I do not know.
But it started, this riddled heart and foe.
When the Queen of hearts,
Stopped speaking to me.
When you stopped speaking to me.