Seven Days Of SilenceA Poem by PoeticFuryTitle: Seven Days Of Silence By: Joshua Casimier Date: April 14, 2012
Silence is loudest thing that I ever heard to me its so powerful. A natural defiance.. Its no rocket science it speaks volumes rather you are a midget or giant it keeps people guessing. I choose to be the new meaning of it. When others do it and question on where they get it from I want to be the one behind it.
Making you wonder if we can speak or not.. Wondering if we have a voice and what it sounds like can you find it. Quietly making waves as we are in stride with it... As our energy and facial expression lift you off the ground good enough to say that there is no drug that can take me higher than this.
Then again its also the most hurtful. The most painful. The one thing that will drive someone insane if they have no reason to know the reason. They are constantly trying to figure out what the problem is on each and every angle. Not being spoken to is the mental submission. The devils nectar and strangle. Making you ask yourself silently what have I done trying to figure out the mystery like the Bermudian triangle. How? For me it is the ultimate peace. Its the reason that I tend to gravitate more to the non living than the living, and be able to talk with them. No matter if they are decease. At least they also listen... They give me chances to allow my silence to be broken. Its such pure meditation. The best medication. For my concentration. My password to my mind that you can never know cause there is know words to be spoken. It helps you to understand me and my M-O-C
The Method Of Concentration.. It keeps me cold.. Keeps me warm of case of no dehydration. The key to the shaft that is ventilation. I would shut down the world with it every now and then if I could.. Rent the library as my home as I should. Though as you read I hope you like it... Speak on it softly if you like it, but as they say if you don't buy it. Sit back and relax.. Take the challenge.. Take on the new... Not talking is not impossible, but I enjoy when I can the seven days of pure mental, physical, and verbal silence © 2012 PoeticFury |
AuthorPoeticFuryNew Orleans, LAAboutHeaven has no fury like a writer with emotion. I love writing more than I love life. Why? Cause writing is my life, and without it I have no life. I enjoy music, and meeting new people. Also like most.. more..Writing
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