Simon Says…

Get this bread. Fill your head.

Love endlessly. Laugh often.

Nail the coffin shut. Strut

your stuff. Call their bluff.

Say anything except “but”.

Find different ways to

fill your cup. Look up to

your friends, not your foes.

Survive the lows and enjoy

the highs. Become surprised.

Live through your own eyes.

Don’t wait until they dry.

It won’t last if you go faster.

Slow down in times of disaster.

No need to talk when you can

listen to the voices you have

been missing. Enjoy this time

as death will, one day, take

both you and me away.

Unspoken Words

Those who don’t speak
seek words that work.
Unspoken words dance
inside a musical mind
when they get the chance.
Unspoken words are not
heard but still can hurt.
Unspoken words are
thoughts that are caught
in a neurological web.
Unspoken words don’t
occur. They conquer
our ability to express.
They remain suppressed.
Let unspoken words
become spoken thoughts.
Free the words you keep
buried. Speak unspoken
words, so they are heard.
Speak words and don’t
just hear them: listen.
Listen and allow words
to be spoken – thoughts
to be expressed. Release
the words from within
and don’t forget to listen.




After Words

Afterwards, I felt better.
I said what I needed
to say. I needed to speak –
to allow my words to be
real – on the other side of
my skull – from my soul.
I needed to cool off: chill.
I tried to think before
I talked and after words,
I now know if I’ve been
heard. Beforehand, know
that I was hot and cold.
I was both young and old.
After words, I feel better.
I know I have grown up.
Afterwards, understand
my demand and take
my hand. Lead me to
a place that’s bright
and blue and open, too.
Where do we go after
words? Do we stay?
Either way, I will be here
before or afterwards.

The Violence in Silence

Sure, words can hurt me and you,
but have you ever been ignored?
The silent, but violent, lack-of-noise
should never be explored or adored.
The pain created from nothing soared
in the silence you can always afford.
The hurt can become overwhelming;
The truth in your silence is very telling.
I wish I could extract your thoughts
because you don’t want to talk.
There is no way to connect the dots,
but I notice something in your walk.
The silence surrounding you is heavy
and I want to hear words. I’m ready.
There is a certain violence in silence
that often appears with malice.
We can always think about our words,
but until they’re said, they’ll always hurt.