We are the virtues of natures
No matter the strength that portray ,
we are each but wind.
Captured in a singular episodes
within a series of
And each is more vocal.
causing more destruction with
meanings that was expelled before.
Weep on the condensation that falls,
for the breath that collects after
will carry you further
Than any that fell in subjugation
before any verse...
where all wind in an eclipse of motions,
also surpassing every falling..
i’ll never get
tired of the way
around my neck
tighten as you play
them and sing;
though i’m unable
to sing along
for your spell is
choking my windpipe
and binding tight
and yet i could
never ask you to
remove your hands
and the strings
all wrapped around
my bruised neck,
shut up, and just call it
quits, despite the
that the copper and
metal wires are lacerating
my bleeding throat.
Inspired by: Today I Saw The Whole World (Acoustic Version) by Pierce The Veil
He had been a vocal critic of the government
trying to expose their lies
that the people accepted as the gospel truth
knew he was being watched
certain it was not paranoia nowhere to hide
his privacy was denied!
His video channel censored and taken down
found it hard to be heard
began to feel his life maybe in grave danger
still determined to speak out
as agents began rapidly closing in on him
knew getting real facts out slim!
Began to shut himself away kept in contact
with others in his circle
who became known as the hard resistance
telling what was really going on
with little success as the public in a bubble
unable to see they were in trouble!"
Most wrapped up in themselves unable to see
a bigger picture of a society
those divided and trapped by social injustice
wars destruction of nations
where the innocent were continually dying
as upon us all they were spying!
He was a sincere man who loved his family
but he was found with his wife
daughter and pet dog slaughtered at home
the official line he was the killer
murdering them then committing suicide
but his friends knew they had lied!
All his files and documents were missing
yet the conspiracy was accepted
for most of the population it was shocking
a tragedy but what happened
main news outlets clearly said it was true
so no official enquiry would ensue!
Is this another conspiracy theory or a fact?
They all felt the truth was not being told!
What is the point of living,
If you were never alive?
What's the point of breathing,
If you never opened your eyes.
Grasping the cold harsh reality of life.
Gasping for the air never to enter your lungs.
As a young child you were handed a gun.
A gun called English vocabulary.
Capable of tearing a person apart.
With a simple hiss of you voice.
Ruining once a good life.
With the bullet called your tongue.
every time his voice filled my ears
my heart strings vibrated
so he gently plucked or strummed
to match his ballads
but as days passed
with his playing and vocals getting rougher
his fingers bled and scarred
and then i snapped
gone was the singing boy
his beautiful guitar
but you can still see them love
whenever you hear their song
even if some things do not exist anymore, there will always be other existing things that remind us of those and we can never escape from it.
11/13 of the Pocketry Series.
you shattered my feelings
and i tried to digest the
shards but cut my vocal
chords on the glass. i find it
difficult to talk now, but it makes
no difference because you never
listened to my words to begin with.
looking at you is dangerous, like
when you stare at the sun for too long and
it puts a strain on your eyes. it burns,
but you're still beautiful so i tolerate the pain.
i knew this love would hurt me,
but i never thought it would leave me
mute and blind.
on the horizon of our tribulation
variables hover as unwritten expressions
the plane of abstract thought
a stream of consciousness
holds memories from long ago
what comes forward
as sudden flashes
blurs the distinction
between past and present
uncertainty holds us close as a ghost
our worlds float further away but
the fatigue remains intimately alive
when i sit alone
he shows me that i'm small
too imbued with a tendency
to exude, to emote
i am barely vocal
the plan is predictable
you pluck sentiment from thin air
and with a flap of your wings
take off into trepidation
I walked in on shaking legs
Hurry away my mind begs
But I decide to leap
Wishing I was sound asleep
Like that last step in the dark
Go ahead do it from the heart
I quietly begin my song,
With luck it will not last too long
After a slow beginning I grow and grow
I smile and soon somehow I know
Their faces are warm like a hot cup of tea
I know they see the improvement in me
They applaud and they smile
Now it’s time to wait for a while
Thank you. x
The music wrapped itself around us as
we sang and forgot.
The room had left us.
The paper copies danced away
and we forgot.
Simply perfect music flowed from us,
we were all there together
completely focused and completely mesmerized
and it happened again.
Thank you for reading. x
The words do not flow
Only tunes come forth
Is my vocal love
I will speak
Sting my words together
My vocabulary is vast
I use keys
Do you understand what is said
I will voice it slow
That your ears take it all in
Tears will fall,
As an orchestra
Of sound comes forth,
Emotions will spill
As all is spoken in
Are my language, let them be heard
Inspired by Linsey Sterling