The great threat is always inside.
Quiet things lie within
Neat little knots holding down
Raw, unkempt edges simmer
Little hands pet anger like a dog
It’s growl held but not missing
Deep recesses craved beneath
Smooth surfaces are deceiving
We are always surprised by silence
Calculating torrents wait patiently
Undercutting control, overwhelming
It’s passing unseen, its trail wide
Beware what lies in Silence
Never get lost in the Sauce
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my writing junkyard
A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
My view of this wonderful and crazy life - as I travel and explore.
The Art and Craft of Blogging
messy. Rather imperfect. Yet eye-catching
An Introvert's "Ice Cream Social"
I came. I saw. I made it awkward.
life in shorthand
We are freaks. Society dejects us...so we find solace in things that don't exist...
The inky journey of a modern day Troubador
Lifestyle Blogger. Inspirational & Motivational Blogger. EzineArticles Expert Author.
Life is just a story. And I've got a pen.
"He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life." ...James Joyce
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This poem is well written and catching. Truthful as well. It reminds me how some people’s tempers work, slow to boil, but when they do get angry they are crazy. Also makes me think if how you can never tell so much of ape rain from the outside, serial killers and other Gillian’s aren’t necessarily all like Lord Voldemort on the outside — but within they’re demons.
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I’ve had Disturbed’s version of “Sound of Silence ” running through my head. It has the rage of the words better than the original that lulls you into a comfy feeling. The social testimony is probably as good as it was then. The power of convenience in staying quiet and silence to when things are right. It covers so many things. The subtle visions are awesome, the implications are damn scary. I’m happy I could convey the hostility and conflict. Thank you darling
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You’re welcome. I love the disturbed version as well as the original. Somehow Disturbed managed to come out with a unique version of the song, it’s gritty and powerful.
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Their message is better served. In retrospective maybe it wasn’t possible to get air play on radio in 1962 with gritty social change
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