WHEN WORDS WOULDN'T SPEAK

When words have nothing to say

But the heart is full

What would speak for you?

What would speak to you?

When the quiet of a heart

And the sound of a meldy

Would resonate with your truth

That words could never say

When you have to quietly shout to the world

Silenltly tell your story

What would speak to you?

What would talk to you?

When the chrip of birds

And the rumbling of a waterfall

Would not speak to you

When quiet would not do

What would speak to you?

What would talk for you?

What would authentically tell the world your story

Authentically

Not hiding a single note of the rhythm of your heart

What would tell the world your desire

Your fears and terror

What would speak to you?

What would speak for you?

An old melody

That holds a memory

A sound that holds a longing

That knows the notes of your heart

Would that speak for you?

Would it speak to you?

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OVERSTAYED VISIT

You don't need me So I thank you for the good you have done I say it in silence That way you will not sense the silent good bye It hurts me that our business in your face is done But I will remember we were brothers I will pray for you For my prayer is that you fly high and steady in the strong winds I will not forget that you helped me And the much I am or will be will acknowledge you But tonight I will pack what I can And leave your house brother Not groaning For all of us are guests in each others lives In my case I must have overstayed my visit I hope love never grows old I will find peace when it thrives again But now It is obviously used. YOU CAN READ MORE

THE PARADOX

The fact that the reason to hold on is bigger than the reason to give up Does not trivialize your pain The fact that you neither shed a tear nor made a sound Does not mean you never cried The fact that you smiled all through the ceremony does not mean you were happy The fact that you are alive and happy Does not mean you aren't dead A strange ghost animating your body Not your dream self The fact you woke up with a plan Does not mean you aren't drifting through life The fact that you love a song Does not mean it makes you happy The fact that you woke when the alternative seemed lucrative Tells that you have outsmarted the paradox once more

KINDRED

I wish I had a friend Whose loyalty would never bend Walk with me miles on end Be plain and never pretend A cynic who would blend But to me be a kindred A spirit that knows me Keep me and my secrets just as I would To the very end

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