When Life is a Script

Insist upon what.....?
an inherent silence that implores an unreal presence which is
presently enforced..........but why?
Words are spoken, actions are predicated, then experienced...
but the lie continues to fight what is real.
Done. Over. Completed.

What more can be grasped, what else is there to be manifested out of a tired mind?

Life implores the question to be asked
on many different levels, life demands it.
But the imposition of pain
negates the relevance of question,
denies the need for further understanding.

They don't want you. The complication you provided is
adverse to there goals.
A role defined before charachter was formed.
Silenced. To be silent was to be interpreted as ignorant,
as irrelevant and undesirable
Set aside to satisfy the blueprints.

Now stuck. Strangled, suffocated by past assumption. Pain.
Meant to control thought.
Never knew how to react.......so silent.........and still did I remain.
Nothing to do. Silenced by inactivity.

Hidden Agenda

A candles flame illuminates a corner of a room already thick with silence and wistful chill. The flame flickers irreverantly; matching itself with the wildly contorting shadows all about the room.
Dark and Black upon light.............Each contrast......Focus
Shapes formed prey on my thoughts
to evoke susceptibility.

An arguement being formed; a counterarguement influenced by point.

A flame drowned out, a room bathed in shadow betrays......
blank expressions responding to less..........
.............Darkness and stifled breath...............
but much simpler to breath.

A silence that strains.....A silence to answer contempt......
Questions and Passive Answers.
I couldn't talk. wouldn't attempt words for her to hide.
Her voice lost meaning; incapable; refused acknowledge.
Instead, her eyes spoke.
...of her confidence against me...........
...and to invoke her desired response.......
........Eyes to convey emotion without sound.......

[edit on 27-1-2005 by MemoryShock]

[edit on 27-1-2005 by MemoryShock]

Hey all, thought I would throw in a loop and have the introduction after a couple of samples........if you're still here maybe you made through the pieces........not my first attempt at poetry, but my first attempt to gain exposure and feedback..........Any and all responses welcome.......

Focus in a Second

Tired, wasted.....
desire to uphold an exaggerated responsibility.

Falling through life as careless as would a leaf,
floating downwards from atop a tree;
carried by subtle breezes
tickled by their cough.

A world beckons, cries for acknowledgment,
offers of experience; what is better left ignored?
along with its many details
and to study carefully a landscape....

A lisp filed by time and sharpened by hunger for truth gone by....

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Untitled


the branches fall open
the leaves part the way
the perfect cover is exposed
the evil prances out
the knarled wood glows
the roots ripple

[edit on 3-2-2005 by MemoryShock]