He is a child who covers his eyes with peep-hole hands and thinks himself unseen; he talks softly when the multitude shouts out loud, and hums sweet tunes to
block the trembling arpeggios and clashing riffs of humanity in discord.
He is overwhelmed by the silence of life's unspoken words.
He is a listener who also has something to say.
He sees into the hearts of men.
Will you let him
if you will, Shy,
of what lies within the hearts
of men - unspoken thoughts and peep-hole
tremblings - the whole of life’s silent and unseen somethings.
Softly now; block out the discordant shouts of the clashing multitude.
Close your sweet eyes and listen to those tuneful arpeggios and undercover
riffs. Talk to me. Can you hear the sweet sound of humanity humming out loud?
‘My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.
- Dejan Stojanovic
Post the poem even though you
fear judgement and ridicule
and they always follow, but
post the poem brave.
There’s just too much life
Outside these concrete walls
For me to keep wasting time
On things that don’t matter
And people who don’t care
My new mantra...
the only word
more powerful than
stop using words
when you don’t know
what they mean
morphing from the physical
to the spiritual
you make your prayers
and whisper into the darkness
it was always going to be painful
this changing into something else
but just look at the Butterfly
the prayer of the caterpillar.