BLOCK OF SILENCE

As time overtook age,a hidden constant within was by passing sound.

In time,growth was continuous for I and them that knew me.
In age,i met trouble and struggles older than me,but never bigger than this,

This vacuum of immense Thought Drop Silence.
I let it pervade my heart,watched it swallow my pride,roamed in it blindly as it shaped my mind.

That very dome of solitude ricocheted balls of confusion,
With every rebound the blocks crumbled one by one as sound occupied my cave.

Sounds of poetry,reality,love,patience,

encouragement and Divine Guidance.
Now i pick up the speck of silence,on my finger tip.
And blow it away,in a noisy gust of emancipation from self-bondage.

By M.O.O aka The stringed harp

NO ONE CAME.

an invitation of sorts

none was to miss.
clads were stringed
emotions were high.
nothing in the ordinary
i meant extraordinary.

classy cars no bikes.
jets of privacy.
super perfumes.
no grooms.no bests
dressed in pretty
blacks vestments.

twist to turn no wed
another burryday
whats this where are
the guests?silly cards.
the info was misguided.
did they or did not come.?

sorry the venue wasn't
mentioned. but who dint
notice the supernatural couple?
or the wedders?
you didn't come anyway.
see you there.

CAN

In my willingness i seek to achieve,so i sip the soda can of struggle coke.in the act i concieve,several yokes of experiences of both good and bad,its cause i could. i wanted to,now am through,its here got nothing to fear..we all can,take that turn now. 

by carswel evol

POETICAL NUMBERS

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carswell evole

THEY FAILED ME

Pebbles they were,
Rocks they became,
I balanced on them when,they were.
Held and trudged upon them,when they became.
Forever grateful i am for the life skills.
Ever more i will recall the real hard surface they let me touch.

Now that am at the top of my personal mountain.
Looking at the rocks and stones,
Finally i know what to and never to entertain.

The latter,Winds in Absentia.
The still invisible yet existent airy-kin.
Their zephyr of good wishes,words of little meaning,that failed to move my being.
Yes,them that tornado my mind with ideas and failed to lift me off to flight.

Oh! Yee have failed me,yet capacitated to fly me.
You egocentric winds,pure unforthcoming change for me.

Depart from my face and let i become I,
At last allowed to declare,'YOU failed me!'

M.O.O aka The pass boy

RELEASE OR QUARANTINE?

Demography,
Geography,
Gender.
Age.

Curb,
Obtain,
Courtship.
Parenthood.

The shape of life is staired,
Either irregularly paired,
or regularly squared.
We find shame in familiar places,
Stamp fame over unventured traces.

Bond to fulfill culture.
Pendulum swings affirming the law of nature.
Sowing coincides with reap.

As man toils to control sanity,mortality leaps.
For restricting malevolent norms unleashes explosive neferity.
Asleep or awake this is the in-between reality,
Of capturing the needless,freeing the worthful.

Farm dilemma of the cow or bull?

By M.O.O aka C.E the free prison-worden

JOURNEY TO THE UNKNWON

I HAD PACKED NOTHING

Just my mind, full of thoughts.

Two of my friends with I

Waiting for the van to arrive.

Before boarding I met my fellow

Poetess…embraced her as she made

Herself cozy. Wished me a safe journey,

TO A PLACE UNKNOWN.

The three on the somewhat,

Outdated yet powerful engine,

The voyage began.

Other passengers were neither

Smiling nor crying.

I couldn’t tell their mood.

Check point, holy building

I think to seek, mercies.

COULDN’T WE ALL JUST PRAY

My tumultuous mind was spinning

With and in questions.

To and on the list of our stops.

Looked at my watch,

Located the sun,

Gazed at the clouds,

Searched for a sign

At and in the end of the horizon.

I JUST SAW A CLOSE RELATIVE

Speed pace past our vehicle.

As if we were paused in time.

She glanced and whispered,

Something unmake able, amidst

The roaring engine, I heard it.

‘She doesn’t want those two men,

To know she’s building a house’

I as baffled as you are.

I WANTED TO ALIGHT, RUN TO HER

Just to seek clarification

I couldn’t get off,

I felt uneasy, confused

The more. I had to do something.

I DID THIS

Snapped out of my morning, reverie.

Sat up, took my yellow black inked tool.

Told or telling you about it.

Thanks for your time.

P.S: poetry is a story, travelled by the lonely

 Accompanied by, creative sincerity.

In a form of greater mentality.

By M.O.O