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Muted Song

His lips parted,
yet the notes clung,
threaded in silence
by invisible keys.

The song stayed,
in a nest of aches,
where wishes fluttered
with no hope of flight.

He hummed,
but no one heard
the melody curled
beneath spoken noise.

They praised
his calm, his quiet,
and manly things
he always played.

Never knowing
his practiced hush
was a wretched note
never to be sang aloud.

He nodded,
clapped in soft time,
while his ribcage beat
a

Her Muted Breath

it comes alive, stirring the soul
waking the spirit to a world
painted by snowfall’s gentle brush
like a white canvas, the first steps
across the blanketed path
leave imprints of hope, imprints
revealing what it means to see
silence at war with nature’s breath

it laughs at the hurried steps
of a heart rushing past
autumn’s light as she breathes
her caress, against the sun
who

Muted

As I get ready for work for the first time 
after an overwhelming loss,
I see the sun rising and the dark
shifting to let the day emerge

The beauty is muted for me,
I see it, but I don't FEEL it,
the day ahead of me looms like
a obstacle that I have to scale

I dread being asked "How are

Biz Biz Show Biz

Nah it aint that
if you wanna be
real and all
you tell me to
call you on the telly
you never pick up
when I call
Change the definition
of Love
to yo' own conveyance
All that woman is
ricca monroe jazz
Dude tryna build
a relationship
ya'll say he either moving
too slow
or he moving to fast

You're still the one
the only one
top-me, number one
on toppa the stack
Don't you

Rizumu Uta and Moog style Orchestra

Motivated by jealousy
she spitful undermined
my intentions
far to much to
mention: intruding
on my happiness
making it harder for
me to be
the person I wanted to be
as stoic as it seems
I'm lacking happiness
lacking valor rantings
it's more like constant chantings
in a relationship
I'm pushed to the side
interferance with my advances
in awe taking second glances
I couldn't beleive what I
saw

the odd one out
just tagging

In a deep night, when silence becomes a muted song

In a deep night, when silence becomes a muted song,
And my thoughts spin in endless circles,
In a world that weeps, groaning under the weight of the unknown,
I rise from my bed, frightened by the shadows of tomorrow,
And head towards the forest where the lake reflects the blind stars.
There, in the heart of the wild, where

Muted Emotions

Maybe you’ll call
Today 
Maybe you won’t 

Deep down 
I don’t like the sound 
Of either 

If you do 
I’m a cracked 
Overused step stool 

For your ego 

Overflowing our conversations
With daydreams filling 
Our summer 

Just for you 
To leave each one 
At your doorstep 

As you shut off 
Your bedroom light 
Without saying a word

Muted Muses

We may need a rest left here
right now
said the Muse
to his Warrior
and her Sage.

In compliant spirit,
Sage feels a rest not
not significant
in music's octaved stories
of wealthy
deep cultured 
enlightening revolutions

Anticipating a Warrior's peaceful relationship
between sound of tears
and silence anticipating fears
of dwindling years

Resting nonverbal
and arresting verbal
Muse full and empty
nonviolent communionations
resonant +/- Sage of time-squared Light,
resilient 1/0 Warrior of

A Muted Landscape

And so
The words lay idle
Mumbling
“Not me!  Not me!”
For we could be
The catalyst for
Verse,
Or worse.
Let us be
But words
Un-gathered logs
Afraid of fire
Soundless stones
Rolling
In sunrise surf
A wind
Without purpose
A rooster
Tapping the farmer
On the shoulder
Whispering “psst”
A muted moon
Fading silently
Into a day
Without
Poetry

Threads of Muted Sound

"Caress the broken heart  
with threads of muted sound,"
When your world falls apart, 
In silence, is peace found, 

Cherish the sutured soul
with a kind touch of love, 
It's how you become whole, 
Praying to God above, 

Cater to shattered dreams
in quiet pondering, 
When on your cheeks, tear gleams, 
Keep thoughts from wandering, 

Colour your

Caress the Broken Heart With Threads of Muted Sound

I know the scars caused by time and space in us are plenty,
We bleed as though we have been attacked by tigers or bears;
More than the pains of our physique mental aches are many,
Who will help us? To cure ourselves we need to share our cares...!

Noise does not heal us; shouting and yelling is of

Muted

She had been stalked
Dark thoughts draped in silence
Ranting
Gnawing
Suckling
At the breast of doubt
Whimpering
In the shadowed suffering
Of idled indecision
Held hostage
By the blank page

John G. Lawless
©6/23/2023

Muted Memories

I’m plagued with muted memories
that at their leisure will just wail;
It could be the song on the breeze,
I’m plagued with muted memories;
Meals disrupted by fallacies;
My peace they decide to impale;
I’m plagued with muted memories,
that at their leisure will just wail.

Muted Messengers

Tumultuous tale told and taught throughout time
Chiding cheers and chants and church bells chime
Parishioners of pastors who've past their prime
Claims of cunning conquers and cryptic crime
Daunt deeds to deviants dying for a nickel and dime
Grieve for the gains gone-by who grovel in grime
Sent forth by a sovereign who sought sublime
Messengers now muted no more than

Muted

I tapped the poetry bin
Naught but an empty echo
The stillness of a blank wall
Decorated by a frozen Gecko 

John G. Lawless
©7/28/2022

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