It's shadowed in darkness, growling like a hound
Creeping about, whispering as it slithers around
Begging for attention, for it desires to be found
Silence is loud when its echoes continually resound
Behold, it comes masked, disguised in these places
Preying on the gullible ones with innocent faces
Cajoling as a lover would to gain their good graces
Offering false humility with arms of frigid embraces
Silence cries out with a stench breath for adoration
Quietly seducing the naive with phrases of flirtation
Long ago, spawned to be the wielder of denigration
Contrived as a stealth mute, soused on pride's libation
Writes with ink splotches, dripped from a toxic tongue
Its poetry is deceiving, lyrics not meant to be sung
In darkness, it leaks toxins with the scent of dung
Disguised as a pacifist, but its bile words are flung
Silence, speak what you should be wanting to say
then fade back into the shadows where you often play
Your acrimony doesn't fool the many you did betray
Sheath your querulous pen, for it leads people astray
graying darkness awakes the sleepless night,
implausible moment, dreams come too light
bindable spirits beating as one, pause,
obscure by drifting underlying cause
existent amorous scene of warmness
sheath in continuance timeless solace
7/27/2021
Control elucidates your very needs
As her breath wisps you away
In a single plight.
You find yourself savory
With such delight.
As your needs are fulfilled
With a single grin.
Forgiven are the sins
She forces on you.
As security is essential
To your survival.
Withdrawn
Your will to flee.
Ever-growing
Your falsified love.
Regret is not in your vocabulary.
As her breath wisps you away
In a single plight.
- Caroline Youngless
07/26/2020
If you walk though life with an empty sheath
Your sword will lay upon your chest in the grave
His word is my sword sharpen it daily and use it wisely
For if your mouth is empty of words how will you stand
Heed the mouth leave the sword in the sheath
A sword will kill but the mouth will save take wise to his word
There will be more fear in his word then in the sword
Place your sword back in it’s sheath and speak God’s word
“Matthew 26: 52 KJV
For all they that take the sword shall perish with the sword”
Hold your peace
Let the violence cease
Sheath your sword
Draw no more blood!
Let it off with a shrug
Give him a hug
If to Peace you belong
She shall make your days long!
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