width=61 height=87> Voracious Verses - 2014


 

Kris Follows

 

Basking in Ellipsis

They say
If you have nothing good to say then say nothing at all
Implying that every silence is filled with bad thoughts
Regret and remorse Yet when you talk, all I hear is breath escaping
The supposed good things have become flagrantly vacant.

So what we're left with is the space in between
Your noise that flows constantly like a stream 
Subconsciously It's that, 
Vanilla All filler, 
No killer 
Same old talk 
Recycled monotony
I'm on a pedal boat lost at sea.

As I prepare myself to steer this ship
I grip my glass to take a sip
As more words drip from your lips
I slip into a day dream...

And as your mouth shuts your eyes beam
That humid noise evaporates, revealing 
your real face in a picturesque scene 
As the smog clears I start to see
That you and I use words differently.

I mean we speak the same language, 
Probably 
But silence is bilingual, and when harnessed properly It can be 
Shockingly deployed 
The boring barrier of converse has been reversed 
Creating an empty void, 
Between you and I 
And with nothing in the way there's no where to hide

I think this threatens you
So allow me to guide.

Now from past experience you've probably guessed that 
This silence will precede a muffled awkward exit 
But that's not for certain so tonight's the night we'll test it.

Be patient, and pretty soon
You'll find the intimidation is consumed 
The void is now a womb 
With tender care I believe 
In this womb we can conceive A conversation 
A connection Words you thought were protection 
Were nothing more then contraception.

So just feel it, accept it and then project it.
Your Self respect is made by Self
You don't always have to protect it.

If you have something to say, 
I will not reject it 
I will collect and reflect upon your words and take them away 
Meaning a piece of you is with me through each passing day.

But don't assume these words are going to change my life
I'll do you the courtesy of listening, but I might not think about them twice.

There's no pressure, I'm not expecting epiphanies 
Or high brow deconstructions of Plato and Socrates 
Right now it's just you and me in the midst of an opportunity 
To paint ourselves a window that allows us to see 
Who we perceive ourselves to be I'll see you, 
You see me.

I don't mean to digress
Into this existential mess
This ain't a mental test.

If you don't want to talk, Don't
Why cant we just sit here?
If we wait long enough something might become clear 
And we'll see that the body talks more then the eyes can hear.

...There's a flash
I'm back, sipping the same sip
Starring at you through the bottom of the same glass 
Your troubling waters come flooding back 
Back on the ship without a paddle or a mast.

Yet, You still make me smile
So I don't mind too much
But if silence is golden, 
My silver tongue has a Midas touch.

So once again, my mind politely sails away 
Maybe one day we'll all say what we're really thinking 
Then regret it all, and blame it on the drugs and the drinking. 

 
 2014 Kris Follows

 


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