Silence's Shout

Silence’s Shout

My bones are poisoned by the thirsty soul
Darkness is added for the busy mind covered by the emptiness
Soak by choke to inhale the breath 
Silence alarms the quietness to explode
Lifting my spirit to create chaos
But the conscience counts the beat of my veins every part…

I see N and O every time I step my feet in the gate
The house of refining sin with the anointed sounds invites my presence
Meet the cleaned hands but not at all
‘cause the trouble wakes up the inner story 
From the place hits slowly the strength to feeble

My left is mocking to my weak faith
Yes my right!
Dance suicidal pointing out my fellows quite innocently assassin
Looking innocently but the hallo of an angel is lost!

Huh!

Hence, I look grotesque in their eyes 
Criticizing out of their deeds yet unknown
For them the red flag is mine
Talking without knowing the root from the trees 
Various fruits are made in one family

Yell quietly!

Keen the knife!

Promulgate your inner to naïve!

Take your pride, use your power!

Make me nude unconnected sister!

Finally, the mask is over
Your slimy tongue made you in trouble
The words that you spread to the thirsty ears
Hence, you are thirsty for a little drop of attention

Everybody heard your moaning cry 
'coz you sow rock heart
To tame your chaotic consciousness 
You put others into hot spot
Feel your burned spirit
With the gnashing teeth

Tell me!
How far our gap? How long your thread?
Yes I know how lofty you are!
Maybe by your profession but not as us, maturity's under control!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Johnson Avatar
June 14, 2015 at 12:01 PM
The entanglement of unheard sound. Within a heart that life has bound. Bemoans a journey toward unlit light. And leaves a soul to try and fight. For sanity that never comes. With muted strings the angel strums. Peace. :) Love the muse.
Kiser Avatar
April 13, 2015 at 6:54 AM
Such honesty and teeth gnashing paints a tense picture, indeed. Well done and welcome back.
Cee Avatar
April 13, 2015 at 10:41 AM
thank u M.L
Mohammed Avatar
September 1, 2013 at 6:26 AM
Your poem is moving Elai Cee. Well crafted.
Onclaud Avatar
August 30, 2013 at 2:50 AM
what a poetic raid, elai... do soupy me if you need anything about the dynamics of speech.. :) huggs
Ellison Avatar
August 28, 2013 at 7:00 AM
You've been away too too long! Hugs, Jack xox
Lamoureux Avatar
August 27, 2013 at 9:27 PM
This is exceptional. I am in awe! So much to love about this piece.
Onclaud Avatar
August 11, 2013 at 11:23 AM
hi ella... is this complete?.. looking forward to the final piece..:) huggs.. galing!
Cee Avatar
August 18, 2013 at 12:20 PM
HI ATE Nette ,, quite busy sa school kaya medyo no time for writing. sure te i will finish this. God bless
Kamoonpuri Avatar
August 7, 2013 at 2:53 AM
Ah sublime awesome use of figurative lang in wondrous poem! Do read me latest too.
Morgan Avatar
August 1, 2013 at 2:44 AM
got me hanging on a thread, now i must get off the rack, and plant a few thumb tacks, on my teacher bottom to hit the sack
Onclaud Avatar
July 29, 2013 at 1:01 PM
keeping me on my toes, elai... what's happens next?.. this is creatively done, yes!..:) huggs
Nair Avatar
July 27, 2013 at 4:26 AM
Elai cee, long time no see, and this seems a tremendous work!!
Dietrich Avatar
July 26, 2013 at 11:40 PM
a very powerful poem this is!! love that last line.
Tacito Avatar
July 21, 2013 at 9:28 AM
Gorgeous, yet elements of darkness. Ah, the power of silence in all its revelations. This was awesome! So cool to see a new poem from you!!! =D
Andresen Avatar
July 21, 2013 at 5:35 AM
- Elai, thanks for your touching and well written poem .... well done! - Have a nice Sunday. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)
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