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Silence VII

I thought this would end at thirteen

But I think seven would be a little mean

It was sooner than I ever expected

A little bit long than the thing you rented.

It hurts a little but not like before

I know I have no right to ask for more

Assumed too much that I can’t handle

Depression, fear and anger now bundled.

I’m tired of waiting, I’m tired of wanting

I’m tired of you always neglecting.

This is the time long been wanted

Moving on to a thing that was once enchanted

Never again my love, goodbye and enough has been said.

Blank

What do you do when there’s someone new?
You try to be friendly, sharing thoughts in your venue

You speak, you share, words were upbeat like that of a snare–and

Now you got personal and lifts up your own chair.

All that I can do for now is stare

But don’t be fooled by the blank face and beware

The one your talking to is knowledgeable and aware

You might be staying as long as you can remember

But please be humble and don’t mumble at the glare.

Intimidation is not as scary as it may sound

Wolves may hurt you and in the corner your found

Better think twice before you expound

The Almighty Father is the only judge up to this ground .

Silence VI

Its been long since I can remember

The thought of forgetting would be harder

But realized this will not go any further

Coz there’s nothing in the heart and mind of thy lover.

The silence continued and never again heard

As if the owl’s already grown a beard

The screaming silence backlashes and severed

The tired heart and the mind now were angered.

Feelings little by little are being washed

Long notes now being crossed and slashed

Teasing, hissing, and mumbling were were bashed

Tears and fear were mushed

God carried what the hand holds and the pieces were stashed.

Silence V

A disaster, this is what I could say,

I can’t talk about it, but you will say nay.

I have said this for a million times.

And considered it as a hideous crime.

I thought I have already forget,

And happy I broke thy habit.

But no, I come across again to this point,

That the nerves of thy heart sparked when joined.

The feelings rushed through the veins,

And froze a big part of thy brain.

They say there’s nothing to feel shame.

And what if he doesn’t even want,

So God now lends his hand.

Silence IV

Days, months and years have passed,

The feeling was felt and thought would last.

But as we grew to be more mature,

The feelings felt was now unsure.

Yes, it was a dumb move,

To constantly imagine myself to be with you.

I assumed that the feeling was mutual,

And never imagined it’s becoming a ritual.

Days, months, and years passed,

Woke up to this reality,

And saw myself in sympathy,

Drowning my feelings in self pity,

“It’s time to stand up!” said God: the witty.

Friends

You were there to lift them up when they feel down,

Put a big smile on their faces that frown,

Comfort them in times of sorrow and pain,

And give hope when they feel vain. 

But when you feel you’re in the bridge of giving up,

And all problems in your head have popped,

Where are they that you have served,

With all your heart,soul and even shirt.

They left you alone, never said a single thing

And you hear yourself helplessly sing. 

Agony

Superiors roam and peasants domed,

These long winding savage old road.

Superiors cloacked with silver and gold,

While peasants, of dirt and oil were coat.

Pork, beef, poultry, wine, and cheese were staple,

Peas, rice and even grub were palatable.

Meat munched by barbaric ginormous mouths,

And grains to feed the grumbling stomach and lips that pout.

Powerful, unbeatable, heavenly described by all,

Chins ate up, walking straightly proud and tall,

Down the mud, little people helplessly crawl.

Tears, sweat and even blood were shed,

In God they mercifully pray and remediabity beg.