Speed of Sound

The first few words caught my attention & I had to read it through

The Children of Revolution

The speed of sound. Negative travels fast.

Rumors come quicker than viable truths.

They’ll come without warning. Wall of bricks.

Crashing down all around you, deafening.

Did you read the writing? You should have known.

Twitching, convulsing, flashback explosions.

Arrival unseen, unpredictable.

Yet there always comes a warning before.

A hint of the terror you will suffer.

Intuition. Something doesn’t seem right.

If you live your life like you feel normal.

Stay afraid to face the unthinkable.

The time will come when forgiveness is naught.

So many questions, the answers unheard.

Welling tears are the only thing you hear.

Finger snap, thunder-clap, instantly changed.

The speed of sound, the flash of an image.

The first is quick, the second, permanent.

Travels through the barrier, leaves you stunned.

Face the music, but it’s not in your ears.

Breaking news that keeps you awake at night.

Updates you every hour of the…

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I love this, brilliant

East Facing Eyes

The surface is red, golden,
Impenetrably gorgeous,
A blooming satin gown
Veiling an invisible heart
Of flesh. An orb of green
With a pulse, pumping
Her sweet honey-blood
Circling, swirling, through veins
That will never be seen.
So silently she burns,
Dancing inside with twirls
And leaps; she sees heaven,
Brushes hell and turns
Five grains of sand to living pearls:
The hope in her breast
Of tomorrow. But without,
She is nothing but rouge
And dimples; the stoic.
Conscientiously,
She flaunts the skin without a whisper
Of the soul that lies within.

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