• Some times

    There are times when things should be said
    Things should be done
    It is met with silence

    Then there are times things are done
    Without thought
    Automatically

    Sometimes things are said because it is felt
    Sometimes thing happen because it could not be held back

    But there is a sometimes

    That trust is broken
    A wound never…Read More

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    • And it is times like this that you just want to SCREAM!!! Far too many people in our world bear wounds that never heal, ooze pain continually. Insightful poem, Fia. -Curt

  • Just a Flesh Wound

    just walk it off
    how bad can it be?
    if they have to ask…
    they really don’t get it

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  • Torn
    It’s hard to turn away
    Even the thought takes effort
    Knowing that this..,
    This thing between you and I
    Well has no real end
    There was a beginning
    Way back when…

    I should leave
    I am the embodiment of the word toxic
    I know my faults
    My shortcomings
    I know that…
    Still, I cannot leave

    This thing is like a bungie cord
    I drop…Read More

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  • What Isn’t Heard

    there’s a vastness…
    you can’t even fathom…
    a universe you can’t imagine…
    within the realm of silence

    stories untold
    realities unexpected
    contemplative reflection
    pain unspoken

    everything locked inside a vacuum
    where the wall of it…
    can hold someone hostage
    a victim of their own thoughts

    you can’t…Read More

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    • Yes, I can hear that silence. It’s the silence of a mother whose son has been cut down in a gang war or a war in a foreign country. Or the anguish of needing formula for our kids but no money to buy it. It’s the search for decent work, but not enough education to get it. Its the cries of children hiding under desk when the gunman came to school.…Read More

      • I didn’t have a choice on writing this. It’s been much on my mind of late. That deafening, heart-rending silence unheard from outside. Thank you for hearing it with me, Curt

  • Concordant Discord, Discordant Concord

    April 19th wakes up
    already arguing with itself.
    It stretches, yawns,
    and immediately disagrees
    with the way the light enters the room.

    But then,
    in a twist only April could have invented,
    it agrees
    to disagree
    as long as the disagreement
    keeps agreeing
    with the deeper, quieter truth
    that…Read More

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