Black Poetry : Silent Blues

Desert Storm

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Silent Blues

From a silent cat

Silent through the night

Inside stormy weather

No doubt

Inside feeling strange

And looking through me

Everything is happening so fast

Like a picture

On a movie screen

Silent films

You can see

But you can feel

What you read

My heart won't let me say

What's true

My mouth won't open up

To articulate who's to blame

My mind has such a heavy load

And it's task is to perform

The silent mode

I can't feel anymore

And I can't explain

I know you'd understand

But I can't help feeling this way

And in my mind

It's a scary thing

Not knowing who you can trust

Who you can turn to

Is a crazy thing

So my soul

Is crying out

Singing the silent blues

My poems reach out

And catch a melody

When no one's around

My pen and paper connect

Beyond measure

In a most intimate

And powerful way

The relationship between

My open letters

Is clearly greater

Than another human

Can mend

My broken heart

And though it goes

Unoticed

I smile

Routinely

I hide my sorrow

Through the laughter

I get so excited

When I feel like nothing

And after all the hurting

And wanting

Pretending

And faking like nothings wrong

I go un heard and

The silent Blues

Takes me away

Like a thief in the night

It takes me away

On a journey

Endlessly

Upon green pastures

And beautiful days

Green grass

And clear blue skys

And looking at it's nature

I'm mezmorized by it's precious

Precious innocence

That could never be replaced

And I notice all that is around me

My eyes

Conceil the pain

As I have taught them to do

And my mind only recieves

Positive vibes

Replaces the old with the new

So once again

The waves

Float upon the rage of the sea

Inside of me nobody knows

Except for the Creator and me

That at night I sing my silent blues

And in the day time

I replace anger with joy

And become a leader by choice

Although it's hidden in my voice

The mysteries

That I have no choice

But to not focus on them

The mysteries that still haunt me today

That reveal to me unkind secrets

Of a certain time and place

I tend to keep it tucked away

In my Silents Blues
....


For another day

Desert Storm
 
the realities of the living...

at one time or another, we all go through periods of heartfelt blues that consumes our world...prohibiting us from being who we are. given the masks we wear, our silent blues is just one other way of not allowing others to see who we are ... to get into our world ... to endure our pain ... our blues ... that we might walk that last mile ... alone.

feeling ya.
 

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