We played with words
and peddled euphemisms,
as we hid behind veils.

We had reality
twisted and bent.
We chided and spat
into the winds
of coercing gales.

To stay out of trouble
is to live in your bubble
'Don't mingle'- not subtle
when you end in the rubble.
Became a social butterfly
only to hear the distant battle-cry
as arrows struck you from up high
& you began think, 'I'd rather die'
than carry the weight- 'misunderstood'
from societal challenges- understood-
risk your peace - do you think you would?
to become a figure - appearing 'good'.

To finish your own life by hand,
May seem like the right thing to do.
But to free yourself from this land,
Is to imprison those that love you.

I will be the one who lit up our thread
by making a blazing flame
that you could not even
water with tears

silence seems to
be
the name of
the game

aujourd´hui-
quieted
we guess
at the omitted..

(business as usual
for me-
the world has
always gathered

around hushed corners..)
through out history
the truth is
withheld

perhaps for our own
good or
general detriment
(or is this paranoia

from another nut bar..?)
hard to say
but to express
the heart

is our meat and
potatoes
(letter from a stone
history is

as history does..)
a party dress
that now has donned
to placate or

con..
don´t worry-
trick or treat!?
silent..