Silence
When I see you I am voiceless. I cannot speak. The moment goes by too fast for what I want to say, by the time it's out of my mouth your ears would be too distant. So I remain. Silent. I speak to you with my eyes instead. Eye contacts risky business. But I take the chance. I stare. I stare. And I stare. Hoping you'll notice me. With all the noise around us, my silence speaks loudest. You see me. Our gaze meets. Sudden death. Look away or meet the challenge. It's a draw. Why is he staring at me, what's he up to, what now, I'm sure are things your asking yourself. I am friend not foe. We are silent but our conversation carries on, in a cosmic wavelength. Thoughts travel faster than any light ever could. Light speed, the light traveling, itself started out as an idea. We have millions of ideas. As we evolve we find our voices are not necessary. Thoughts are deeper than science, deeper than religion, deeper than the undiscovered depths in the sea. in our minds we can escape. We can create anything we wish. And with those ideas we can change the world. If the world truly exists. Maybe it's just a thought.Perhaps we are just thought.. A character in someone's mind where all our decisions are not our own. Just a doodle on drawing pad. There is so much our minds can do for humanity, good or bad.In my mind I can commit perfect crimes in silence all without making a sound. My soundless Utopia, where poverty doesn't exist and death is not feared. Because death is silent. He is welcomed. A master in the arts of silentology. Politicians could Learn a thing or two from him. Your campaign may be the most heard but it doesn't mean your popular. No one wants a talkative leader. I'd vote for a deaf man. Then at least I'd know he would never sell a promise and not deliver. He would only be heard through action. Helen Keller for president. The streets speak a language of its own. A silent lingo. The ones most fluent are the ones that walk them. And the way they are is the way they are dealt with by the big wigs. Silently. My thoughts surge through my mind. And this all happened in your eyes. A split second and I've invented a silent society. Then it's over. You look away the bond that held us has broken into thousands of invisible pieces that crashes to the floor without a sound. You get up. You walk away and I stay silent. I can't ask for you to stay and I won't. You talked to much anyways.
poem by Jeremy Rascon
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