Oath of the Silent



Confessions wrapped in lessons, full of impressions, of objects for affection.

Rooted in blame, embarrassed and ashamed, with nothing to keep sane.

Laughing through pain, searching for fame, as if it’s a game, with endless aim.

Enemies surrounding, not loosening its grip, waiting for loose and unattended flesh to rip.

Crying out for help, silent tears, invisible hopes, to cover up fears.

Peace or understanding is what naysayers ridicule and chuckle over, knowing their plight is to cover up notions they can devour, by forcibly placing attention on delusions of grandeur.

Persistence, patience, and perseverance, are virtues one should hold near and dear, always reaching for goals and dreams, professing spiritual awakenings of growth, to heal wounds, blocking its shine.

Oppressed, shunned, and hushed for uttering injustices, these silent and afflicted personages, rise towards opposition, tearing down its cast of shadows, masking as giants.

Division and separation must terminate, replacing with unity and love, giving strength to those who suffer through isolation and alienation.

A reinvigorated decree of liberation, now grants opportunity to recently reformed people, willing to harness the responsibility, to be, no longer silent.



A-Tisket, A-Tasket,
playing games, essentially a bet,
without fear of gratitude, or debt.
Hickory, Dickory, dock,
they holler, scream, and mock,
always ready, to lock or rock.
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,
fighting fair, without hearing no,
pressing hard, always on the go.
A limited month is given,
hoping and wishing, it’s Unforgiven,
without regard to the inconstant cleft, or riven.
Instead, cheer,
no boos or jeers,
a celebration of love over fears.
Give a metaphorical socket,
moving faster than a rocket,
now placing, a wocket in your pocket.