Hush: A Commentary, a Collection

Hush

It is a murmur.
A hush.
A breeze blows through, teasing it.
Night falls, shadows consume it.
It watchs.
Quite, forgotten.
Never seen, seldom heard.

It sees the beauty in a world gone mad.
Colors shimmer, moonshadow dance.
It watches.
Little more than a whisper.
The words long gone.
Never seen, seldom heard.

Hush...
It says.
The errant breeze carries the cry.
Hush...
Let the tongues be still, listen now.
Hush...
A murmur, a whisper, a softly spoken word.
All these things and more, it may be.
But it is still a voice...

Hush now and listen to its verse

Nonentity

Nonentity...
A ghost.
A phantom, a specter.
An neglected whisper.
The seen, but unseen.
Looked through and spoken over.
A scream no one hears.
A crystalline tear...falls.
Invisible to a thousand staring eyes.
A name never called.
A trail of footprints never missed.
A voice unheeded.
A dream withered to dust.
A quiet soul crushed.
A wrath...A phantom...
A shadow...A hush...
The nonentity...
Lost, forgotten.
Unlamented, unspoken.

Listen...Watch...Learn.

Nonentity: A Voice

Nonentity...A Voice

The blow lands.
Hard and heavy.
A fragile form crumples.
Tears fall.
Silence is born.

Blood and ash sear her senses.
Eyes, haunted and dark...
Lift from the begrimed hands.
Clenched in fists...
Streaks of pale skin glimmer through the soot.
The silence grows...
A massive bruise spreads.

Reserves are gone.
Nothing is left.
This is the point of no return.
A determined glow flashes.
A slender chin tilts.
Defiance...
A dark tendril of hair whips out.
A deep breath is drawn.

Defiance or defeat.
She has never tried this road before.
Bruised and bleeding she rises.
Climbs to her feet.
Eyes burning with an inner strength.
A power that is strongest in the darkest times.
Blind hope.
Defiance.

She takes a step back..
A manacled hand locks about her arm.
She twists away, pushes through the pain.
Another step.
The silence screams...
Never has she spoken.
Never has she tried so hard.
To break free...

Still another step.
Again a hand snakes out.
Seizing her shoulder.
Spinning her about.
Her chin goes higher.
Her dark gaze spitting sparks of rage.
She wrenches away.
Numb to the pain.

Facing her torment...
She takes one more step.
The silence dies...
Shredded by a Voice.
The Voice of the Nonentity...

"Stop this..." she screams.
"I am not a nameless, faceless nothing."
"I am a Voice..."
"I cry, I speak, I see, I hear, I feel."
"Listen to this voice."
"See with your blind, foolish eyes."
"Let your own heart learn to feel."

The hand raised to strike her drops.
Stunned...
Never has she spoken.
Always she was a nonentity.
A shadow, a wrath...
No one saw or heard.
Was she that lone cry in the dark?
Was she the lonely laugh?
What made her keep on?
What made her wonder?
Hope?

The torment stepped back.
The Nonentity now possessed a face.
A heart, a soul.
A voice.
She was no longer a nonentity.
She was an individual.
She was free...
She was leaving.
The torment did nothing.
Just let her go.

She was Defiance.


Last Murmur

Last Murmur: Enmity of Oblivion


Figuratively, literally
Read between the lines.
The ignorance of the educated.
The foolishness of the wise.
The silence of a scream
A mirthless laugh
The seeing, blind.
The hearing, deaf.
The screaming of silence...
A bloodless wound.
A hopeless dreamer.

Quiet rage, tightly bound.
A hush, unheeded.
A Nonentity...Breathing.
Living unseen among the masses...
Battling against nothing and everything...
Invisible, ignored.
Ignorance, a virtue.
Individuality, a crime...
Truth, shunned.
Talent, neglected...

Riddles, doubletalk, a weapon...
Shields hefted.
Cloaks donned.
Fires ignited...
Brilliant souls, hidden away.
Anonymous...Nonentities.
Speaking....
Listen if you know how...
Feel as the blind must...

A song in the darkness...
A howl of utter despair...
A resolution set...
A desire...A need...
An oblivious society.
No more...A battle chosen.
A boundary marked.
Words written...
A final line...

Dreamers have flown away.
Hopes borne with them as they fly.
The last hope of a Nonentity...
Such is the enmity of oblivion.
Such is the last murmur of a Nonentity.

Saber Tongue

Saber Tongue
Humour.
Lethal, cunning, bright.
Slicing out.
Taking a bit.

A pound of flesh.
A child's shield.
Wounds laid open before the field.

Saber Tongue.
Lashing out.
Cutting deep.
Seeking to make others weep.

But then there comes a quiet word.
A voice, a whisper...
A murmur as yet unheard.

You come to battle.
Come to bleed.
Yet these words you do not heed.

Know your target know it well.
Lest it be you who is felled.
A champion summoned.
A mind swift and true.

Verbal sparring.
Your blade has one.
Mine has two.
Whipping, stinging.
Dicing down.

Soon it will be another.
Sobbing upon the ground.
Your wit is quick.
Mine is quicker.

A word of caution imparted to a child.
A word of caution spoken with a smile.
'If you can't say somethin' nice, don't say anything at all.'

So thus, Saber Tongue.
It is imparted unto you.
Lay down your blade.
Or a hammer will be to bare
Against those like you...