Tag: poet

Say it to me again, yet again
Those words that drip with firey ice
Squawk, tear at me due to hidden pain
Tell me calm words are not so nice

Tell me, you who would teach me again
Tell me, again, that I speak too much
When I speak my heart, though perfectly plain
When I utter no nonsense, but reason-and-such

Say it to me, heart’s love, just one more time
Those words no one can stand to hear
Those cruel words of your stain’ed mind
Whispering echoes of your darkest fear

Loose on me your deep regrets
Charged heavily with your father’s voice
Sing to me pained refrain, don’t forget
When I speak with truth, my heart’s deepest choice

But ‘t’were coddling words you wanted to hear
Since speaking true words is your greatest fear
And hearing truths unbidden a dastardly crime
Though untruths claim your life time after time

I learned: Strangling my voice was my only vice
From the one who enacted my crime-not-so-nice
We don’t get to choose truths or to cut grafts and splice
Else you’d be as that one was, a true accomplice

So, don’t tell me, aged one
Words of honey sweet
Can undo what one has done
While I stand on my feet

And please grasp: I’m not uncouth
Nor you, I chastise
If I can’t shut my mouth
I just don’t compromise

Still lauded as smart
I stand up for myself
I am true to my heart
Don’t put it on a shelf

So please, don’t slap me down like the child you feel
When I’m offering words, if you’d take, that might heal
But your ego is great and your fear overtakes
And we both lose our tempers, make horrid mistakes

Do you think, for a second, if I’d listened to you
If I’d shut my mouth tight, as you demand that I do
That I’d not be so brandished in life as I’ve been?
I promise you, I did; felt their fists time again

So, you beg that I stop
But I promise, I shan’t
It’s a choice that I make
Even if love is scant

Understanding takes all but a moment, my dear
Understanding that love sometimes mixes with fear
Understanding that truth is truth, despite what you take
Understand vocalizing is a choice we each make
Understanding comes whether we like it or not
But choose not understanding, all chances are shot

PROLOGUE

And now, you have but a memory close
And I shan't give you lectures
We've each had our last dose
All through fissions and fractures
We lose love and time
And you're not even likely
To read this last rhyme