595. The Soundless

Speech shouldn’t be a gun to the head.

Enforced conformity or social death.

For does not a life still exist,

As long as there is breath?

Silence is not insignificance,

Nor essentiality: of a word;

And a voice is no guarantee,

Of ever being heard.

K. Aldaya, 11/6/22

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557. Noise

It shouldn’t have needed to be said,

If you were going to hear.

Speaking is not hearing,

And silence is not absence,…

I am here.

A thousand upon a thousand words.

Lifetimes of echoing noise,

Drifted away, …unheard.

And I’ve always been waiting,..

Silently, in the noise,…

To be heard.

K. Aldaya, 8/14/21

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449. I Say Too Much. I Say Too Little.

loud

I say too much.

I say too little.

I never say what’s right;

Walking the line with all my might.

I say too little.

I say too much.

I never say enough;

Acting as strong and playing tough.

I say too much.

I say too little.

I never say what’s heard.

Truth is oft’ an offensive word.

I say too little.

I say too much.

I never say what’s good;

Hiding ‘neath social-conduct’s hood.

I say too much.

I say too little.

I never say what’s apt;

‘Tween truth and lies, I am trapped.

I say too little.

I say too much.

I never say my piece,

For if I speak my pains’ increase.

I say too much.

I say too little.

I never say what’s right.

Loud or silent, I climb the height…

To the middle……………………………………………..of nowhere.

K. Aldaya, 7/11/18

Picture: http://sturgispubliclibrary.blogspot.com/2018/03/toddler-story-time-loud-and-quiet.html

429. Voiceless

I went out to sea to find,

What lurks in the abyss.

Yet, what we seek we often find;

Ah, ignorance is bliss!

In the deep there was a form,

Within an inky cloud.

It’s tentacles: long and uniform,

Pulled me into it’s shroud.

I turned and saw two black eyes,

Darker than the darkness,

And set my jaw to utter cries,

Unheard. Unfelt. Useless.

In the cold and icy deep,

Where words distort and fail,

My voice returned unto it’s keep,

And my soul began to wail:

“Rest in peace! Rest in peace!”.

K. Aldaya, 3/22/18

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