The Voice Unheard

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The Voice Unheard is total silence,
 that means no words, no verbal violence.

Words have only two dimensions,

however much they're well intentioned.

Words are lies 'cause they aint feelings,

aint taking you up to The sky, the ceiling.

When talking comes into the equation,

feeling numb is a standard liaison.

They're polite, well mannered, & bring you down,

leaving a spanner in your root, your crown.

You rub the lamp, out comes no genie,

'cause talking dismantles your kundalini.

Each loony verse is secret coding,

for 'The Universe is a Sexual Explosion'.

Like some kinda twisted innuendo,

Linear & listed & round the bend bro.

Cooked food is poison, or so they say,

but words are as toxic as the light of day.

As long as we are talking we think we're alright,

while what goes in and out is shite.

In one ear & out the other,

but all I hear is 'I need a mother'!

No talking is taboo, but that's pathetic,

'cause the matrix has you if you let it.

Before you know it it's taken over,

like some kind of alien upon your shoulder.

Like we're some kinda deranged computer,

that only vibes with past and future.

'Cause time and talking goes hand in hand,

makes life tedious & awfully bland.

What will it take before we stop talking?

When the right brain wakes & the left stops stalking?

The Voice Unheard is on the right side of the brain,

it's a real life bird as opposed to it's name.

So if you feel it, let me know,

in some kind of right brained poetic flow.

Pass it on & spread the word.

The Paradox, THE VOICE UNHEARD.