My Brother to the darkest Night! ( I love this dude) Greatest poet ever!
Broken Silence
Broken Silence
A silence unprovoked began to break then finally broke… her uniquely accented speech finally broke in.
Her emotional brutality resembles insincere words or spirits of flightless birds.
And only in those last well orchestrated laps has more truth been spoken.
…more truth than in endless marathons of our symphonies existence
...more truth than in our natural instincts inhibitions resistance
…more truth than that hereditary bug in her ears' insistence…and now her grip, slips/she begins to loosen and to dark-kin voices she begins to listen.
Now she chooses to give in…
The clock has struck twelve her tortoise shell has expired and dissolved back to bare skin.
And now I see
The most important piece of her to me,
Came into view/when we/or rather me… had to leave.
Though I treasured the intense innocence of her love
And our seams seemed to come together like hand in glove
Our love lust is now a memory…a fading chapter in a tale of two cities
…An untold chronicle of auto erotic sexual and emotional fantasy perpetuated by the most passionate energies.
But from this point on
We will not mourn
Nor be no more
Than distant step-sister and resentful half-brother…if that.
Her running on feeble fright filled legs have tripped then clipped my wings and dropped me flat on my back.
Because before this her being her, had me blunted though she stunted, I was soaring way above the clouds
…but not now, now I stay at earthly longitudes with level horizons in view still aware of warning sounds.
Since then I've sobered/ the flight's been over,
My heels have dug deep into common grounds.
Despite how it sounds…
…I miss her.
But temperature control is one of the powers I hold.
So times like this I remain cold.
I'm not blind but this is the third time her character has misled my wishful assumptions.
So this one's the charm and no more harm can come to unwilling admissions …of nothings.
Her soul may be golden
But mine refuses to be sold'n -- I no longer support fear and infidelity of unresolved husbands.
…and if she loved the way she said
Vengeful arts inspiration would be dead
And not as close to her as her first cousin.
Though no complaints from sibling saints her silence has spoken louder than her most intimate of moans.
Everything she's built herself up to be and presented to me… has been scattered into nothingness; she's relinquished her crown and renounced her throne.
She is no longer my "other" queen, and she knows exactly what I mean.
She's violently jarred me awake, dashing the vanilla sky from my beautiful dream.
The selfish and self embellished delusion that we all have
Having our multi tiered cake and eating it too, Lust overflowing from our doggy bags.
She is a learned lesson /a resolved situation/a regretful deal
I should have been quicker with the oil when I first heard the squeaks from her wheel
Our life together has come to a screeching halt…
Our secret love locked away in a secret vault.
Devoid of light and air, when it falls I will hear
But it may no longer grow
Your silence screamed to me …like a nightmare in a dream to me…And by now you probably know
That I'm at last listening
Because when silence was broken, celestial ties were severed too.
Damn I wish I knew.
Written by Black Johnson—Brother to the Darkest Night
