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Mistaken Illusion

I have found myself intoxicated by a thought, Swerving to the left n right trying to sought the reason of why I was brought, Only to find myself caught by a mistaken illusion.

In my mind it causes so much confusion, invading my thoughts in every angle, call it mental intrusion. I find myself in a pool of questions stirring up frustrations, Elevating tensions of why am I alive. As I hold my breath and take a dive, I’m pounded by more and more questions causing my spine to suffer from osteoporosis, suffocating 4rm al the wrong and right choices that diagnosed me with curiosity and now I’m driven by animosity, To unveil the truth behind all this controversy of where do i come from? Why do i exist? Why can’t i resist al these questions that exist, As I fight head on with this mistaken illusion, I find myself buried in more confusion Of why I’m entrapped by a mistaken illusion. As I ponder more and more on this thought my mind is sent on to a different dimension, a silenced section, A place were words aint used, actions are abused n silent sounds introduced. I hear the silence speaking to my soul, asking me why am I so cold? Is it coz i have never learnt how to be silent? Always bin violent through my thoughts n words, Never took the time to b quiet, so in silence I became a prisoner, a listener to nothing. In a split second my mind turned blank, My ignorance sank n the chapter of silence in my life turned blank as I felt a hand touch my shoulder, I saw the lord intervene on my behalf.as I felt the favour that was upon Daniel fall on me…. I felt my spirit elevate from down under n sensed a wonder, right before my eyes I saw God n he saw me…….his spirit oozes inside of my being, Triggering unknown vibrations flowing through my body, I felt his connection as he answered al my questions, Producing solutions, Clearing al the confusion produced by this mistaken illusion.
Ishmael Andrews

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Silence tip toe its ways all around us
Record acts when we think; no one is there
Hiding in dark shadows from visual sight
And can not be seen; anywhere
Basements, storerooms and under staircases
Silence lurk small chambers and large halls
Roaming high above and below things;
Within and between spaces of walls
Silent listening; never to respond back
To statements spoke out loud
Silence hears without a comment: everything
Ear capture the existence raw awe
Silence has in statements no utterance
Still retain knowledge and realities of all
One can assume silence is not watching
But its information it will not share
Silence hold a fortune in actualities
Because in silence all matters are known
Silence does not ask a question
In silence fact is nothing to be said at all
One might think to themselves
Or hold independent free thoughts
Rattle views or suggestions of ideals in head
Silence reality is over all substance fact
Silence cover regions man can not explore
Silence cell judgment is final
Tight lips abuse; cause suckers to bleed
Silence fortress has to be broken
To end the torment and set victims free
Matter closed: nothing else to be said
Not right to pass onto others
Divine and righteous responsibilities
Silence reality having no language
Convey intents through the eyes
Silence touch ones inner soul
Tingling the strings of the mind
There is no echo in silence fact
No hush, thump or sound
Alexander Coppedge

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I once knew this girl who lived the life of a princess. She had the beauty of a rose that bloomed when the sun would shine high in the sky, but silence became her.

she was a girl who could speak many words that would bring a smile to any ones face, but still silence became her.

She lived with her mother who controlled everything she did and the girl couldn't take it anymore, but still silence became her.

Till one day all hell broke lose the mother pushed, and punched and bruised her as tears of blood came down her face, and yet still silence became her.

Till one night she spoke without saying a word and everybody heard, Goodnight sweet princess till we meet again
Razorblade Kisses

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In Silence

I dream of you, think of you, love you
in silence. The amalgamated showers
of love and desire dripping from the lips
of morning to kiss the leaves and flowers.

I touch you, caress you, embrace you
in silence. The walls of my mind
draped in dreamy musings of ponder.
Love is the heart's hope confined.

I come to you across the partition of time
in silence. The stillness is the fear
which makes my heart stop beating; and
I wonder: do you want me here?

I hold my breath, waiting and searching
in silence, for some sign across the skies;
and I wonder if I could see one better
if I could look deep into your eyes?

I wing my way through the days of my life
in silence and write daily in my scroll.
I rest my wings in the waters of paradise
to cool the fever which burns my soul.

I am - I live - I am an eternal summer
of silence. A million flowers blossom here
within the garden of love; and the zephyrs
gently touch the sweetness of my tear.

I am the silence of the silence in the silence,
which ever silently thinks on you.
I am the silence of the silence in the silence,
the sweet tear-drops of affection's dew.
Linda Marie Van Tassell

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