Words Much Like Poetry

"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends." ~ Martin Luther King, Jr. it was never my intent to give silence sovereignty, dominion over my kingdom hub. nor did I mean to gather self-pity and lay it about, a moat to the castle of my heart. I assigned no consequence, gave no thought to the betrayal my quiescence would become to those who had constructed— in dedicated manner— majestic tower rooms, placed at loving heights distinctly for my solace, if ever I had need of them. but know also, that I did not wish to place a strain upon the unstinting love proffered me— friendships nurtured through years that exist now only in memory— by tendering the account of my trials as they occurred. I thought my tragedies best told in the sullen aftermath, when the sound of their relation would have come across as nothing more than muted noises to ears that were ringing with the livid memories of my misery. on...

“There is a time in every man’s education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance , 1841

when love is lost and all is frost I clamor for most only to get tossed all color is lost the fire is doused the life of a ghost has me as its host is life to me closed? while sentiment was forced I knew I had lost my wants, as always, paused all around is frigid all taste is tepid my appetites turn arid everything tastes acrid am I paying for what I did? aye, 'tis the price of my misdeed a waver from my principles solid a turn to the sordid my desire unsorted I turn decrepid I abandon all that is avid and fall into this darkness so rabid