Give me silence

Give me silence

Uttering short whispers

Transcending deafening booms

I bloom to similar sounds

Like a baby to its mother

Other thoughts leave me

In the gutter wet and yet I stutter

When coming face to face

In the same place

With these emotions that spread like butter

Feelings that pile like clutter

Brother this one has a love like no other

And yet why do I feel the need to see me

Block out all other frequencies

And to receive me

To tune in to my sound

That desperately longs to be heard

Over the crack, whip, and snap

That is my being, being beaten

Within directionless herds

Contrary to my belief they do not

Wield the whip but I

Succumb to some loose leaf abuse sheets

As I write my pity will before I die

The point?

Reach for the sky

Follow the crowd and you become one

Don't let your dream die

Give me silence

So I can hear me

Not you

This is an all offense

No expense paid trip

To self-realization.....