449. I Say Too Much. I Say Too Little.

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I say too much.

I say too little.

I never say what’s right;

Walking the line with all my might.

I say too little.

I say too much.

I never say enough;

Acting as strong and playing tough.

I say too much.

I say too little.

I never say what’s heard.

Truth is oft’ an offensive word.

I say too little.

I say too much.

I never say what’s good;

Hiding ‘neath social-conduct’s hood.

I say too much.

I say too little.

I never say what’s apt;

‘Tween truth and lies, I am trapped.

I say too little.

I say too much.

I never say my piece,

For if I speak my pains’ increase.

I say too much.

I say too little.

I never say what’s right.

Loud or silent, I climb the height…

To the middle……………………………………………..of nowhere.

K. Aldaya, 7/11/18

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422. My Voice Has Left Me For a While

My voice has left me for a while.

I know not where it goes.

I only know sometimes it leaves,

And I wait for it’s return,

With soft, restless heaves.

When the air is still and silent,

And ghosts at last have fled…

Away from the warm glow,

Of your eyes and countenance.

It’ll again return, I know.

For now, I sit and write the words,

My voice can not yet say.

Please, won’t you sit with me and wait?

As I rest upon your shoulder,

And pray it’s not too late?

That my voice will return to me,

As swiftly as it left,

Before the night’s too dark to see,

The path it travels,

And ne’er returns to me.

My voice has left me for a while.

I know not where it goes.

I only know sometimes it leaves;

And in my head I hear a song,

Which no one else perceives.

K. Aldaya, 1/5/18

283. Mutistic Refrain

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Whisper not a whisper,

Or someone is bound to hear;

And it echo and repeat itself,

For all the world to hear.

Whisper not a whisper,

For even the wind has ears;

And a tongue for blowing secrets,

And spreading fears.

Whisper not a whisper.

Hold it in and hold your breath.

Let tears o’erflow the flood-gates,

And hold back the ghosts of death.

Whisper not a whisper,

They can hear! They can hear!

From their haunted world they listen!

Hush…do not let them hear!

Whisper not a whisper,

As ghosts are for the dead,

And should not find a home to haunt,

In any others’ head.

Whisper not a whisper,

Lock the door and close the blinds.

Protect those who do not know,

What searching here finds.

Whisper not a whisper,

No one may enter here.

Save all from what’s unseen.

Save all from what’s to fear.

Whisper not a whisper,

Or someone is bound to pay.

The haunted world must be contained;

They will not have their way!

Whisper not a whisper,

And they won’t find anyone.

Stay inside and make a stand,

For the past can’t be undone.

So, whisper not a whisper,

Crouch and hum an eerie tune;

And wait and rock until it’s time,

To greet the lonely moon.

For if whispered-out a whisper,

Someone is bound to hear;

And it echo and repeat itself,

For all their ghosts to hear.

K. Aldaya, 12/28/14

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