Somber soliloquies
echo in silence.
Dialectic diatribes
dance amongst
shadows
to the cadence
of unvoiced
sonants
lingering
on the lips of a
pensive muse.
Sound without
substance,
song without
verse,
sight without
vision.
Meaning found
in madness,
ignorance embraced
by the masses.
Dare you not
speak aloud
the truths
within your soul
else be struck down,
silenced,
shunned, and
devoured by
the delusional,
the self-righteous,
the misinformed,
the judgmental –
(who claim not to be),
– the sheep
that have become
a plague on
the microcosm
of society . . .
Crystal R. Cook
*keeps schtum*
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I don’t always want to keep schtum, but I do. Maybe it’s for the best sometimes 🙂
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Yes I wonder that too. Today I’m biting my tongue because I DO know it’s best.
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Me too, actually . . . I seem to be doing it a lot these days. I think perhaps I need to write something with a bit of wit and whimsy to break up my sour thoughts. It’s been a while.
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My thoughts are poison right now. I don’t think I can write anything except a whine.
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😦 If you need to chat . . .
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I’ll email you if you don’t mind a massive, babyish whine.
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That’s what friends are for . . . I’m here for you.
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Thank you ❤ I'll check back. I had to leave for a bit.
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I really liked this one! Great job!
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Thank you . . .
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