Have you run out of words? Is that why there is silence, Empty, cold silence? Let me in, let me know, It's fair to assume I'll be there, I'm always here. Just Tell me. Use your words. The words I fondly look into, The words I see move slowly, Let their warmth back, please. Speak the truth, or even lie, Anything is better than nothing! Everything is better than nothing, Silence, like this, is unbearable. You can even tell me to go, I happily will, Just break the silence
I do not believe, Angels do not exist, Yet three protect me here, A fourth watches me. Thank-you. I love you all. For everything I am grateful, Eternally. I love you all, More than words. You are all angels. Whether here or above, My angels. I love you
Are you the one, With black hair, Or Blonde? I'm no longer sure. Are you the one, Who held me in my sleep, Or disturbs it? I am no longer sure. Who are you? Because you are not YOU
Sometimes I need to, Sometimes I can't say, All of the most important things. But I think that now, It's time to stop talking. I need not to run my mouth, I need not to say all those things, Because soon, You'll start to hate me, If you don't already, And if you do already, That's justified But I think that now, It's time to stop talking.
You listen, Do words make sense? Does it put you at ease? Do you enjoy it? Whose pain are you treating? Do you hurt any less? Does it help? Is your mind not burning? Does your head not spin? Do you need confessions? Does it make you thrive? I need to know, Does that keep you alive? Would you share all your secrets? Or at least tell me? Or would you just listen? Listen to my pain, and add it to yours? Or maybe you don't? Are you really listening? Do you realise I'm talking? Do you hear those painful things? Do you hear what she is saying? Do you realise she's broken? Do you see she's shattered? Are your eyes not open? Can't you tell it's deeper? That something's missing? A meaning behind pain? Or maybe not.
It was meant to be breakfast, To kill the hangover, fix us up. Then the happy slap came, A worry, concern, conversed, Inquired, checked, asked, He told me you were low, Images of the ground rising, Swallowing you whole, Appeared in my mind. Common, but surprising. I know the feeling all too well. The freight train hit. Your pain, in all its mental manifestations, Dreams, longing for more, For a physical affliction. An emptiness formed inside me, Guilt encapsulated me, held me, That moment, I heard enough, The detonator had been pulled, You are too important, Too vital to this world.
Hearing your voice, Made me rediscover: The wonders of smooth jazz, How the notes seamlessly, Easily, twist and turn. How the double bass, With it's step ladder pluck, Eases my soul. How the saxophone, Can take my emotions, And blend them into one Continuous flow of joy. Hearing your laugh, Made me rediscover: The beauty of sunshine. How it gives the gift of life, Of light and growth. How when I see it, When I feel its warmth, I am content and graced. How its rays turn to my skin, Bronzes it a soft golden tan, And leaves tender kisses of health, To my next few days. Seeing your face, Made me rediscover: The beauty of all forms of art. How an artist, with his brush, Uses tone and shade as expression. How a musicians plays, With every ounce of himself, Bearing all to an audience. How a poet, takes words, Not for granted, but as gift, Tools from our cognitive ability, To share, express, to feel. Your warm embrace, Made me rediscover: Just who I am. How my loyalty always stands, For those I care about. How I'd willing lay down my life, To save, protect and guarantee, My loved ones thrive. How I see the world, Observe people, watch closely, To find the inner beauty, Which all possess
The Poet Armistead 