Bottled Silence

Bottled Silence

In the sadness creeps
Out the tears do weep
Sorrow waters this empty seed
Loneliness is what I reap
To no one this emptiness I may speak


It's a dark and lonely road
An ever growing heavy load
Narrow is the hope so bold
In this silence I do hold
Yearning as the heart grows cold


As the moments slip quietly by
I've prayed with closed eye
There's no more to do but cry
No matter the audience I seek
Bottled silence I'm doomed to keep

Mesha Z. Flynn
Copyright 2013
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Melodies

Melodies

High king of heaven you bless me through her songs,
Blessings that flow sweet and strong.
Fill mine ears lord, fill them with your words.
My heart longs for the melodies so sweet when heard.
Lilting melodies redeeming my soul,
Filling me and making me whole.
I eagerly languish on every chord.
Hearing her praise you forevermore.

Mesha Z. Flynn
Copyright November 2, 2013
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What's the Blood For?

What's the Blood For?

What is the blood for?
It's for idiots like me
Who sit in apathy
Who's care has dwindled and died.
What is the blood for?
It is for idiots like me
Who need their soul's altar burnt out,
Rebuilt and then relit.
What is the blood for?
It is for idiots like me
Who need it for their funeral pyre
To be poured upon, soaked through permeating every fiber.
What is the blood for?
It is for idiots like me
Who need a catalyst for the soul cleansing fire
Burning out apathy, igniting a new flame.
What is the blood for?
It is for idiots like me...

Mesha Z. Flynn
 Copywright 2013
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