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This Herd of Silence

Updated on May 15, 2012

Seemingly unaware of the paths
Again amid the maze of desert sands
None of them are like me
Neither friendly nor foes
Faces so seeking and familiar
Eyes alive with conversation very similar
Far long my human path I have gone
Whistling from the borrowed faith
Giving me morning each new born dawn

Trading my still silent tongue
All the way back home
Chasing my tail
Instead my choice to divinely say
Reaching for nothing but frustrating disgust
Leaving the echoes
Of all that had just been discussed
And evermore becoming my secret
Scurrying aimlessly
Hunting those whom have stolen my home

Never will I tame the reeling thoughts
Roaming about in my tired old mind
Real now seems not something that is mine to find
Life is somewhat mangled and lonesome
When nothing is really reality
Except the never ending ache one must conceal
Freedom has only hours to live
Freedom is only ours to forgive
Solemnly in silent stages throughout the ages of time

Hearing yet, one and another
Shrill sounds of each soul as it chimes
Ringing as loud as the secrets I have openly spilled
I have allowed to spill upon the ground
While ever so presently time is still echoing
Familiar faces and similar sounds
Are heard from our ancient borrowed crowd
Then all falls to silence
As another amid the pride
Lies down to sleep upon this hallowed ground


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      Blake Ford Hall 5 years ago from Now Rising Out of Phoenix Arizona Earthlings

      Thanx so much WB. Nice to see you around again, or at least reading one of my ditties. Your interpretation is very much along the lines of my poetic intentions. I am glad you came along for the ride, and heard this one for yourself. Lol. Keep on Hubbing and Writing my friend. Blake4d

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      Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

      I suppose this could be read in many ways as most poetry can. For me, it is the journey of a soul lost among those also lost...each one searching and feeling they are the only lost one among the herd...yet all are in the same boat in reality. Nice write, Blake! WB