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The Unspoken Nov 2014
There comes a time...
a time in everyone's life, that you sit down at your most peaceful place
listening to every key of your favorite melody
and reflect on every minute lived on this earth.

A time when fears encompasses you
and uncertainty of tomorrow fills your thoughts.

I am at that point now.
Wondering if today was my last breath,
if I touched as enough hearts
If I gave a single soul hope to live
If There will be a soul on earth whose my departure will touch.
If there is someone who will weep for me
If there is someone who will celebrate my little life.

See, up to this far, I am not a millionaire.
I don't drive a posh car or live in a mansion,
But I am surrounded with souls.
Souls that need to be encouraged,
souls that need a simple hug.
And despite not all material things
Did I make a Difference...However tiny?

If this was my final breath, which songs will remind the people around me of Me.

So, however late it may be
I choose to put down, down in my heart,
Every memory
every touch
every smile.

And to the Holder of my life I pray.
That in Life, or In Death,
HE shall Abide With Me.

©TheUnspoken
Listening to Emeli Sande - Abide With Me.
The Unspoken Oct 2014
In her arms, he lay.
David, all the love he knew,
in her sweet, tender arms she rested, almost all day.
Feeding from the sweetest of milk his 2 year life knew so far.

Rocking. He liked it when Sandra rocked him...felt...
happy.

It was then all peaceful.
Like always.
Only this time, no fingers ran through his face.
His eyes, only fixed to the door.
Stretching out his arm towards it.
It go too quiet.
So silent, it felt nervous.
He began to cry,
Cry for attention from beloved Sandra. But beloved mother Sandra, could not respond to anymore.

Eyes shut.
Dead.
But still, in her arms, like she vowed,
was still holding  on tight.
To the promise she made.
To hold him close.

All, to her Final breath.*
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  Sep 2014 The Unspoken
Susie
You make me feel like
my hands are not for
writing, typing, doing,
only for
holding, caressing, feeling.
And my arms are not for
opening, moving, driving
only for
hugging, holding, embracing.
And my legs are not for
walking, running, kicking
only for
being tangled up in yours.
And my lips are not for
eating, speaking, breathing
only for
kissing, kissing, kissing.
And my brain is not for
thinking, worrying, planning
only for
knowing that you are all I need.
And my heart is not for pumping blood
my heart is not for keeping me alive
my heart is only in my chest so that I can be in love with you
and you can be in love with me.
And the world
the universe
does not exist so that we can all play these little games with
money, land, power,
only so that we can
love, love, love
love, love, love.
  Sep 2014 The Unspoken
derelictmemory
I've caught you in my lungs
Like a bug flitting about
With no rhyme or reason
But a hell lot of doubt

This constricting in my chest
I'm unsure of just how
You've managed to steal
And hold onto my breath

A constant shiver through me
Whether it remains to be nerves
Or unweilding need
For me to have you around

And how you make me  feel
Is unquestionable
Yet impressionable
On all the things I have touched
The Unspoken Jul 2014
Deep within me I had a song.
But one morning i wake up, and the words are no longer the same
The rhythm has dissapeared and it makes no sense no more.

In my tiny hands I carried a ***.
Inside it Sweet fragrances of promises,hope was overflowing from the mouth of the ***,
But this afternoon, despite all my strength to hold it tight,
it slipped....and fell...Then it broke.

In my eyes, I had a mirror, in it I saw a beautiful reflection..
I saw nothing but flawless skin,
a glowing image, a smile that shone so bright
But this evening, I look back to same mirror
and all i see is shuttered soul.
Broken pieces, all on the floor
patches of the once shimmering beauty, distorted.

I had a soul
a beautiful attracting soul.
See I believed in the blue skies
But tonight, am sleeping under Grey Dark haunting clouds.*

My Heart is shuttered.

©TheUnspoken
Heartache. Is there a need to take a risk anymore?
The Unspoken May 2014
For so long now, I have been trying to understand God's will.
So sometimes I ask HIM for silver, then I get a bronze instead.
Then I decide am going to stoop a lil' low and ask for a Vitz, then instead, HE gives me a Range Rover.
Yeah, am human, sometimes  just throw tantrums at HIM, I mean HE is my FATHER right?
I am persuaded to think that sometime HE just sits on the THRONE and just laughs at me....(i get silly with my requests sometimes)hehe

I don't know what plans HE has for me, so the best I can do is actually keep asking....random requests.
"Daddy I want a double door steel refrigirator"..."No daddy wait, there is this other Television set I saw, and you know what, I would like to have it"...
It goes on, and on, and on....from Closet to electronics, to partners...#sigh
HE really hears a lot from me lol.

But I know HE has my best interest at heart yes?
I look at it from an angle of a baby.
When the baby is born, and still growing up, they  can't actually feed on anything yet, steak and corn and all...because they aren't at the stage to eat it yet...however much they whine cry for that meal, they can't get it yet. Not to  mean that at some point when they are fully grown they won't eat.

So sometimes I think God denies me some things so I can actually reach the level where I  can handle 'em.

I mean, if I pray for a life long partner and am still inexperienced in loving and nurturing, why should HE give me the partner, won't I just ***** it up??? That's why sometimes however insane it may sound, I thank God for Break ups. They are lessons...each of them and I grow and learn.

With all said and done, I pray wisely now. For HIS will.
However painful it is, HE is My FATHER.
HE KNOWS BETTER and THERE IS NO LIMIT TO WHAT HE CAN ACTUALLY DO. **

©The Unspoken
Just thoughts in my head...more of a realization.
  May 2014 The Unspoken
Maya Angelou
I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.
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