Selective Silence

A free earwitness
coming a long way out of the nutshell
Running away for nights
in the opposite direction of wave sounds
unstoppable, undefeatable, untamed
with an exuberance able to either eradicate or exile
any triumph of weakness, any cancellation of pride,
to feel safe. I am surrendering myself
to your calm indifference
implanted by an insecure doubter
too skeptical
to exonerate the vandalism of noise
through absence
for the strength of an invincible tone
a signature visual code
framing the secret turns and returns
overlooking the overheard
before the galloping sundown spreads over
sharing a quiet recollection
of mentally and emotionally mute signs
in a language
deafened by pure choice...
Choosing not to hope
becomes worse than despair sometimes.

Photosynthesis

restless tear rivers, drained of despair ,
running dry of emptiness
overflow the less privileged, careless lanes
out of my side, out of my heart
to my mind an arrow is much crueler than a bullet
like a strike of doubt which would go nowhere
like a seed of death impossible to outland
damaging everything in a merciless impact game
we sleep in the same bed with our errors
recycle old wax candles to make new ones
hoping that darkness disappears at night
when its invisibility becomes the perfect camouflage
so underestimated, so overrated, yet so devoid of pride
invading our privacy like evil spirits, like wild heathens
unaware of any human feelings and rights
mournings blend with our fears and sorrows
becoming their own flesh and blood
we get blind in the presence of too much light
I only wish they had imprisoned us for lying
right then and there - in this way
we’d share our hopes with our contemporary
instead of burying them away.