Whats unspoken
dare not be
spoken again
the truth we dare
not seek,
dare not
speak.
rain
Shame on who
spoke the
unspoken
without
shushed
whispers
the speaker
Is harshly
claimed
insain
and
in the darkness
of the light he
or she shall
be slain, the
name that was
his or hers shall
be stained,
He or she shall
not wake
from death
A saint, the
art is simple
strokes
and paint
the eyes that
witness are
trained to
see potrait
that frames
the doctrine,
plain enough
See.
The hand that giventh
gain nothingness
just a few utterances
When the hand
that receiveth
gain greed
and lust for
more.
Harlots are adored
While those
that work the earth
are abhorred, aborted
men
Gather to get a
lover
or another
might fill the
holes of your lover.
deny this its bliss,
Deceased heads
of state rule the living,
deny this, it's bliss
so true, the way
cash flows.
I dare speak whats
unspoken I fare well
with no fear, with
voice bare, of
deceit, again
again and yet again
like vein raptured blood
lost shall not be gained
no new like or followers
shall I gain,
I'll try in many morrows,
and many moons,
with plenty ink, till
it floods the mind
and the thoughts
sink, don't be fraid
to think. Interpret
rinse and repeat.
-Black Note.-
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Three Poems plus a bonus.
PoesiaA life weighed by tragedy is like a tattered book on a dusty shelf. Its pages, worn thin from countless readings, tell stories smudged by hands that clung too long, hearts too eager or too burdened to let go. Though cracked and frayed, the words end...
