The unsaid is silence.
The unsaid makes everything so tense.
The unsaid shows that I’m just dense
In the head with no consequence,
Except for being held inside the fence
Of the unsaid, and its silence.

The unsaid lingers overhead.
The unsaid comes back alone instead.
The unsaid makes my eyes turn red
When I can’t seem to find comfort in my own bed
Because the unsaid kills all that is sacred.

The unsaid is regret.
The unsaid is falling with no net.
The unsaid is pain met
With endless time endlessly wet
From the tears over the unsaid and the regret.

The unsaid is me.
The unsaid is her, not we.
The unsaid is not meant to be.

He sat straight.
His elder siblings had made him
old, early.

He sat straight.
The military had taught him
to be tall,
brave,
in the face of danger and fear.

He sat straight.
His wife had loved him,
loves him, will always
love
him and stay by his side.

He sat straight.
The Times had told him
money was tough,
success was
transitory,
and business impossible.

He sat straight.
His partner had promised him
everything was fine
and legal and
safe,
but was caught.

He sat straight.
The judge had declared him
to be
guilty
of all charges.

He stood straight.
The rope would free him
and his world
and the army
and his wife from the
shame,
his shame.

He stood straight,
with air underneath
and the ground calling his name.

Perspective:
What does this word mean?
Is it simply
A word?
Or does its definition
Proliferate, grow,
Create an infinite amount of definitions,
Of windows into the People
Open to the winds that threaten
To rearrange the word,
Its definition,
And even the
Person.
Thus, it is better
For perspective
To remain
Undefined
And safe behind the steel bars
In the steel trap that is
The mind of the Person
To create the
Strength of
Perspective in People.

Ineffable

I’ll say this about it

Ineffable

Emergency exit,
The escape for the desperate,
Afraid of where they are,
Panic fills the mind of the desperate,
Finding the thoughts they thought
Were left behind, the past is wrought
With steal and lies, too strong to be forgot,
Shame stays within,
Rising up in emergency situations, to those now needing an exit.
The desperate are too high on the drug
Of the mind, me myself and I, and shrug
Off the responsibility of helping others, stop cleaning the rug
Of the man, to find an exit away and emerge better.
Attempts made to forget,
But the desperate know the consequences
Of the situation, of the emergency, a repeated sequence
Of violence and death, so the desperate don’t have the sense
To help others find the emergency exit, just them.
Weakness clings,
So while the desperate survive and climb
They are really being propelled by the crime
Of the dead members and minds they left behind
Stop the violence, the meekness, and exit from the emergency,
Accept the past and make the person, whole.

Stay, go.
Hi, goodbye.
Words like ice
Falling into a fire,
Disappearing.
Saying little,
Meaning much to
Me, but you don’t
Know.
Words that seemed
Too simple, but they
Are what I know
Miss, you.
Now it’s just hi,
Missing the meaning,
The emotion,
The spark in you.
Those eyes now
Say nothing and now
I am nothing.
Now it is just
Goodbye.

Before they die they want to
Do this
Do that
Go here
Go to the moon
Eat all
See all
Kiss.
Before I die I want to learn why
They live
And go
And eat
And experience,
So that I may
Too
Travel and
Accomplish and
Love
With them and
Then
Die
With them,
All.