Even sleep can't,
Exempt from the
reach of deaths,
Deaths, guarantee.
The mutes fingers signed frantically, as if, flags
In a gust, as if...
The mute signs,
speak no evil,
I not.
The deaf signs too,
Heard no evil,
Cause hearing,
I comprehend
Not,
As if, ears
never loved,
Listening, as
if music is a
nine to five,
and sound,
Is static,
mesh to
hum a lifeless,
Untune melody...
(Elaborate! Imitates, a voice in the crowd.)
I Ray Ban, some incidents,
gentlemen's
name, Charles,
Maestro, of
word,
wired,
In windes,
As if, of
a packed
winch,
which,
Shard, to
bards...
Gentle mans
Name like,
Charles couldn't,
Spectrum-Ray,
outside the facilities,
of charol grey,
Anyday he fancied,
He said, from sea
horse, spitting,
Splatters of DNA,
In micro platters,
He said, proudly,
I see no evil, as
if, as if
The first
stone cast,
Was the main,
Protagonist,
Demeaning,
and demanding,
answers of,
questions asked,
Since the conception,
of men...
And women....
What does,
an untitled,
Poem mean
to me that it,
shan't be
named?
-Black Note.
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Three Poems plus a bonus.
PoetryA small short, and Raw dive into my inner workings, thoughts emotions and more please enjoy.
