#vocal
The only cure for me
Is your voice
And
I admire the
Stunning
Bottle
It
Comes
In
Apr 12, 2024
Apr 12, 2024 at 4:58 PM UTC
i am silent most of the days
i have have learned this hard way
that when you are vocal
about something
the more your voice will spread
the more you will lose people
from your life'
i am not good with risks
that's the only reason for my silence
now i just observe
and pass a smile
not because its easy
its all about what i can loss over
what i can gain
Jul 15, 2023
Jul 15, 2023 at 4:24 AM UTC
How many of us are dead?
No one spoke
Raise the hand, who are alive.
No one did
We
May
Be
Trapped
Between
Those two worlds
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 9:07 AM UTC
A seed may divide a boulder,
life a verse can dived a
sentence.
We must understand that the
smallest voice can be more vocal than
a country that shouts but is unheard.
We are all grains that can open up
the hardest point.
And when we grow, our roots will
cultivate beneath the oppression
that stifles that will eventually reach forth.
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 7:09 PM UTC
Don’t share your visiting cards.
That, I have nothing to do with.
Breaking the silence, speak to me of your journey,
and your destination. Speak to me of your dreams,
and efforts. Speak to me about how far you have
been, and the hurdles to move ahead. Speak to me
about the blessings, and the prayers. Speak to me
about sunrise, music and coffee. Speak to me about
yourself, and nobody else. Speak to me about your
being, who you are, and who you are not.
When I will look into your eyes, speak to me
something, that you never spoke about.
Speak to me to get understood.
I am here to listen.
Yes, I said that.
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 11:35 AM UTC
We are the virtues of natures
measurements.
No matter the strength that portray ,
we are each but wind.
Captured in a singular episodes
that collects
within a series of
cyclone syllables.
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..
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC
i’ll never get
tired of the way
the strings
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
my tongue
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
unfortunate fact
that the copper and
metal wires are lacerating
my bleeding throat.
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC
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?
#TheFoureyedPoet.
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
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.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
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
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC
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.
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 2:11 AM UTC
on the horizon of tribulation
variables hover as unwritten expressions
the plane of abstract thought
a stream of consciousness
holds memories from long ago
the uncertainty holds us
close as a ghost
our worlds float further away
and the fatigue remains
intimately alive
when I sit alone
she 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
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
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
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
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.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC
The words do not flow
Only tunes come forth
Notes
Sounds,
Music,
Is my vocal love
I will speak
Cello,
Violin,
Guitar,
Sting my words together
My vocabulary is vast
I use keys
Black
&
White
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
String,
Keys,
Tunes,
Are my language, let them be heard
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
She waits for the right guy?
As I stand there at her side.
I can hear her silent crys,
But she can not hear mine.
Slowly I start to try,
Convince her of the reasons why.
But she still waits,
For that excuse for a perfect guy.
Scared and blistered under my finger nails,
From scratching at my heart.
Is this a sad tragedy?
Or a piece of art?
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 8:44 AM UTC